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		<title>BT Progress</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Whoop whoop! Check out the next Boxed Thoughts beta!]]></description>
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<p>Check out the next <a href="http://boxedthoughts.com/beta/beta.php">Boxed Thoughts beta</a>!</p>
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		<title>Boxed Thoughts and i4Siri</title>
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		<pubDate>Thu, 29 Dec 2011 22:03:49 +0000</pubDate>
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		<description><![CDATA[Extending my portfolio is going to be great, I&#8217;ve got a couple of great things in the works! First and foremost, Boxed Thoughts will be getting a major makeover in the next few weeks. I am almost done with some code writing on that and it will be launched separately from the main app. Next, [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Extending my portfolio is going to be great, I&#8217;ve got a couple of great things in the works!</p>
<p>First and foremost, <a href="http://boxedthoughts.com">Boxed Thoughts</a> will be getting a major makeover in the next few weeks. I am almost done with some code writing on that and it will be launched separately from the main app.</p>
<p>Next, I am participating in the <a href="http://i4siri.com">i4Siri</a> project in an attempt to create a Siri server for those who do not have an iPhone 4S (like me). And boy, I can&#8217;t wait to get started.</p>
<p><strong>Edit:</strong> Scrap i4Siri, another developer was more available and I decided I&#8217;d rather use my time to push out the next release of BT (which is impending). yay!</p>
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		<title>Whats to come:</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Things to expect over the next week: Part 3 of my tutorial series More stimulating blog posts about nothing! A guide to the world of Twig!]]></description>
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<li>Part 3 of my tutorial series</li>
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		<title>I love being creative.</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[I am an artist at heart. Does anyone else feel the need to constantly create new and inventive things? For example, I am painting, writing content (whether it be for my blog or something), and building websites all of the time. I think that&#8217;s why I love programming and PHP so much, it allows me [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I am an artist at heart. </p>
<p>Does anyone else feel the need to constantly create new and inventive things? For example, I am painting, writing content (whether it be for my blog or something), and building websites all of the time.</p>
<p>I think that&#8217;s why I love programming and PHP so much, it allows me to create whatever I can think of. </p>
<p>Anyway, I was sitting here thinking about how <em>amazing</em> Tarantino&#8217;s script for Kill Bill was and am lusting to create my own extreme story in my free time. Amazing action story, here I come. </p>
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		<title>Yuki&#8217;s Revenge</title>
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		<description><![CDATA[Kill Bill is quite possibly the most amazing and most incredible story of all time. Fact. Yesterday while I was scrubbing around the net I discovered that Tarantino created an additional chapter to follow Showdown at House of Blue Leaves called Yuki&#8217;s Revenge. Yuki&#8217;s Revenge is a chapter dedicated to a girl named Yuki, twin/little [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>  Kill Bill is quite possibly the most amazing and most incredible story of all time. Fact.</p>
<p>Yesterday while I was scrubbing around the net I discovered that Tarantino created an additional chapter to follow Showdown at House of Blue Leaves called Yuki&#8217;s Revenge.</p>
<p>Yuki&#8217;s Revenge is a chapter dedicated to a girl named Yuki, twin/little sister to Go-go, stalking the bride to enact revenge for the death of her sister to The Bride.</p>
<p>Man, it was amazing. So amazing that I was late to work because I just couldn&#8217;t take my eyes off of it. Had to post it in my blog for those who want to read it and safeguard it in my archives! Enjoy. (<a href="http://kill-bill.livejournal.com/357796.html">source</a>)</p>
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<p>The following chapter is taken from the Kill Bill Vol.1 Script <i>Before</i> the final shooting.  This means that this is the raw, unedited version of the script. Therefore, you will notice some mirror-dialouge between Yuki and The Bride.  Some key abbreviations to take note on: POV (Point Of View) B.G. (Background). I have no idea what C.U. stands for. <br />
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<p><a name="cutid1"></a></p>
<p><center><strong><u>Chapter Five</u></strong></p>
<p>YUKI&#8217;S REVENGE</p>
<p> We hear music under this card&#8230;</p>
<p>               MONTAGE OF YUKI coming to Los Angeles cut to music.</p>
<p>               We see YUKI dressed in her Japanese private schoolgirl outfit<br />               with white blouse, plaid skirt, bobby socks, blazer, and<br />               barrettes in her hair, flying on a jet enroute to Los<br />               Angeles. She paints her fingernails with bubble gum-colored<br />               nail polish.</p>
<p>               Yuki walks through LAX.</p>
<p>               Yuki standing next to a CAR SALESMAN on a California car lot.<br />               She points at a car in front of her.</p>
<p>               We see her cool convertible sports car and her finger<br />               pointing at it.</p>
<p>               We see Yuki behind the wheel of the sports car, driving as<br />               fast as she can through the twists and turns of the Hollywood<br />               Hills, laughing all the way.</p>
<p>               We see Yuki running around all over LA, Hollywood and<br />               Disneyland taking pictures with her disposable Barbie camera.</p>
<p><u><strong>SPLIT SCREEN</strong></u></center>   </p>
<p>                  <u>Yuki&#8217;s Side</u>           <center><u>The Bride&#8217;s Side</u></center><br />               PHOTO: Yuki with the               <center>The Bride on an airplaine</center><br />               Hollywood sign in the b.g.,         <center>flying to Los Angeles.</center><br />               she points to it.          </p>
<p>               PHOTO: Yuki in front of the        <center>The plane lands in L.A.</center><br />               Chinese Theatre.</p>
<p>               PHOTO: Yuki at Grauman&#8217;s        <br />               Chinese Theatre, wearing a         <center>The Bride walks off the</center><br />               cowboy hat, in front of Roy        <center>plane with the other</center> <br />               Rogers&#8217; and Trigger&#8217;s hand         <center>passengers.</center><br />               foot and hoof prints. She<br />               holds her fingers like a <br />               six-shooter.</p>
<p>               PHOTO: Yuki posing with a          <center>The Bride walking</center><br />               celebrityshe&#8217;s bumped into.        <center>through LAX.</center></p>
<p>               Yuki behind the velvet ropes<br />               of a Hollywood premiere with<br />               the other fans. She watches<br />               the STARS walk the red carpet<br />               with her autograph book in her<br />               hand.</p>
<p>               YUKI screaming on a roller-<br />               coaster.</p>
<p>               PHOTO: At Disneyland. Doing<br />               a Bonnie and Clyde-style pose<br />               with a Captain Hook. And<br />               another photo in between<br />               Chip N&#8217; Dale.</p>
<p>               CU YUKI                            <center>CU The BRIDE</center><br />               walking, stalking, and             <center>walking through LAX.</center><br />               eating huge ice cream<br />               waffle cone.</p>
<p><center><u>SPLIT SCREEN (CONT&#8217;D)</u></center></p>
<p>                    <u>YUKI&#8217;S SIDE</u>           <center><u>THE BRIDE&#8217;S SIDE</u></center><br />               We see Yuki is tailing the          <center>We see The Bride is</center><br />               Bride through LAX.                  <center>being followed by Yuki.</center><br />                                                   <center>Our heroine is unaware.</center></p>
<p>               Yuki driving her sports car.        <center>The Bride renting a</center><br />               Stalking.                           <center>motel. We see Yuki&#8217;s</center><br />                                                   <center>car drive by in the B.G.</center> <br />                                                   <center>through the motel&#8217;s</center><br />                                                   <center>picture window.</center></p>
<p>               MEDIUM CU of Yuki wearing a         <center>YUKI&#8217;S POV:</center><br />               whiteuniform, and taking            <center>The Bride entering her</center><br />               money. Her eyes watch               <center>yellow pickup truck</center><br />               something off screen.               <center>parked in front of</center><br />                                                   <center>Vernita&#8217;s house.EX CU: VERNITA GREEN&#8217;S</center>  <br />               an ice cream man, and is            <center>name in the Bride&#8217;s</center><br />               selling ice cream to kids           <center>notebook. She draws a</center><br />               from an ice cream truck on          <center>black felt pen through</center><br />               Vernita&#8217;s block.                    <center>the name.</center></p>
<p>                                                         <center>THE BRIDE</center><br />                                                        <center>(to herself)</center><br />                                                   <center>Two down, and three to go.</center></p>
<p>               CU Yuki&#8217;s face as she watches       <center>The Bride driving away</center><br />               the Bride drive away.               <center>from the scene of her</center><br />                                                   <center>latest victory.</center></p>
<p>               CU Yuki, smiles. Now&#8217;s the          <center>YUKI&#8217;S POV: The yellow</center><br />               time.                               <center>pussy wagon drives away.</center></p>
<p>               Yuki, at night, sitting in          <center>YUKI&#8217;S POV: The</center><br />               the surveillance seat of her        <center>exterior of the motel,</center><br />               sports car. Her hands are           <center>the Bride is staying in.</center><br />               busy below frame.                   <center>The motel is located on</center>            <br />                                                   <center>a Hawthorne  residential</center><br />                                                   <center>street. Her yellow</center><br />                                                   <center>pickup truck is parked</center><br />                                                   <center>on the street.</center></p>
<p><center><u>SPLIT SCREEN (CONT&#8217;D)</u></center></p>
<p>                 <u>YUKI&#8217;S SIDE</u>                  <center><u>THE BRIDE&#8217;S SIDE</u></center><br />               Yuki loading an Israel               <center>The Bride, on the phone,</center><br />               compact sub-machine gun              <center>booking her flight out</center><br />               that lays on her plaid               <center>of LA to Texas, as she</center><br />               skirt lap.                           <center>packs her crap inside</center><br />                                                    <center>her motel room.</center></p>
<p>                                                    <center>The Bride carries her</center><br />                                                    <center>stuff, the Hanzo sword,</center><br />                                                    <center>her money in a backpack,</center><br />                                                    <center>and her other stuff in a</center><br />                                                    <center>canvas duffle bag.</center></p>
<p>               CU YUKI watches. Weapon              <center>She carries the stuff</center><br />               locked,loaded, and ready.            <center>from indoors to</center><br />               She makes a line of baby             <center>outdoors to the yellow</center><br />               blue powder on the                   <center>pickup.</center><br />               dashboard, then snorts it           <br />               up her nose.                        </p>
<p>               A SUBTITLE APPEARS UNDERNEATH:</p>
<p>               DRUG of Bill&#8217;s own concoction.<br />               He calls it, &#8220;The Blues.&#8221;</p>
<p>               The drug affects her. Now&#8217;s<br />               the time.</p>
<p>               Yuki gets out of the car             <center>YUKI&#8217;S POV: We see the</center><br />               and heads for the                    <center>Bride from a distance,</center><br />               oblivious Bride.                     <center>by her truck.</center></p>
<p>               Cu Yuki walking towards the          <center>YUKI&#8217;S POV: Approaching</center><br />               Bride.                               <center>the Bride from behind.</center></p>
<p>                                                    <center>A camera behind Yuki as</center><br />                                                    <center>she walks, holding the</center><br />                                                    <center>sub-machine gun behind</center><br />                                                    <center>her back.</center></p>
<p>                        <center>FULL SCREEN</p>
<p>               We stay with Yuki&#8217;s side as she stops across the street from<br />               the Bride. During their face-off we only see the Bride at a<br />               distance.</p>
<p>               The Bride is in the b.g., back to us packing her trunk, just<br />               about ready to make a clean getaway&#8230;</p>
<p>               WHEN&#8230;</p>
<p>               Yuki yells to the figure across the street.</p>
<p>                                   YUKI (JAPANESE)<br />                         Conigute wa!</p>
<p>               We see the back-turned figure of the Bride slightly freeze<br />               upon hearing the Japanese greeting. Without turning around<br />               she says;</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE (JAPANESE)<br />                         Conigute wa.<br />                             (pause)<br />                         Yuki?</p>
<p>                                   YUKI (ENGLISH)<br />                         Bingo!</p>
<p>               THRILLER MUSIC begins on the soundtrack.</p>
<p>               The Bride turns around to face the young avenger.</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE (JAPANESE)<br />                         Can I help you?</p>
<p>                                   YUKI (JAPANESE)<br />                         You can kill yourself.</p>
<p>               Yuki giggles.</p>
<p>                                   YUKI (JAPANESE)<br />                         Taking a trip?</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE (JAPANESE)<br />                         I was.</p>
<p>                                   YUKI (JAPANESE)<br />                         You still are. One way.</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE (JAPANESE)<br />                         I know you feel you must avenge<br />                         your sister. But I beg you&#8230;walk<br />                         away.</p>
<p>               Yuki giggles.</p>
<p>                                   YUKI (JAPANESE)<br />                         You call that begging? You can beg<br />                         better than that.</p>
<p>               Yuki giggles. Then she takes out a flashlight, and switches<br />               on the beam.</p>
<p>                                   YUKI (JAPANESE)<br />                         Can I see your face? I&#8217;ve heard<br />                         your beauty is exquisite. I would<br />                         like to see for myself.</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE (ENGLISH)<br />                         Sure.</p>
<p>               Yuki shines the flashlight beam in the Bride&#8217;s face.</p>
<p>                                   YUKI (JAPANESE)<br />                         Ohhhh,&#8230;look how pretty your face<br />                         is. Oooohhh,&#8230; I want to touch it.</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE<br />                         Domo.</p>
<p>                                   YUKI (JAPANESE)<br />                         Your face is so pretty, I just want<br />                         to put both of my palms against<br />                         your cheeks and give you little<br />                         tiny kisses.</p>
<p>               Yuki then shines the flashlight up into her own face.</p>
<p>                                   YUKI (JAPANESE)<br />                         How do I look?</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE (JAPANESE)<br />                         Very pretty.</p>
<p>                                   YUKI (JAPANESE)<br />                         You&#8217;re just saying that &#8217;cause I<br />                         told you how pretty you are.</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE (JAPANESE)<br />                         Yuki, you&#8217;re gorgeous.</p>
<p>                                   YUKI (JAPANESE)<br />                         Really? Is that how you&#8217;d describe<br />                         me to somebody if I wasn&#8217;t here?<br />                         Yuki&#8217;s gorgeous?</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE (ENGLISH)<br />                         You bet.</p>
<p>               Yuki giggles.</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE (JAPANESE)<br />                         Don&#8217;t make me kill you.</p>
<p>                                   YUKI (ENGLISH)<br />                         Okay.</p>
<p>               Yuki removes the Israel sub-machine gun from behind her back<br />               and FIRES A LOUD INTENSE VOLUME of firepower at The Bride.</p>
<p>               The Bride dives out of her way, just as her yellow pussy<br />               wagon is demolished by the ammo.</p>
<p>               The Bride, with her samurai sword in her hand, and her<br />               backpack full of money, takes off running across a couple of<br />               front lawns&#8230;</p>
<p>               Yuki chases her with machine gun fire&#8230;</p>
<p>               The Bride LEAPS over a long hedge&#8230;disappearing Behind it.</p>
<p>               Yuki runs after her, firing all the way, destroying the<br />               hedge&#8230;</p>
<p>               The Bride darts across the street, she hits the ground and<br />               rolls under a Volkswagen van.</p>
<p>               Bullet FIRE EXPLODES all around the Bride as she rolls out on<br />               the other side. She removes her 9mm automatic and returns<br />               fire from behind the van.</p>
<p>               Yuki yells to her in English;</p>
<p>                                   YUKI (ENGLISH)<br />                         You think you&#8217;re safe! I say; Ha!</p>
<p>               She takes out a hand grenade, removes the pin with her teeth,<br />               and slides it towards the Bride.</p>
<p>               The Bride sees the live hand grenade skidding and sliding on<br />               the asphalt towards her&#8230;</p>
<p>               She takes off running&#8230;as the Volkswagen van EXPLODES BEHIND<br />               HER.</p>
<p>               She cuts through the backyard of a house &#8212; THE CAMERA TAKING<br />               OFF WITH HER &#8212; over their fence, in the backyard over the<br />               fence into another yard. She trips, falling into the other<br />               house&#8217;s swimming pool. Instead of splashing around, the Bride<br />               swims like she was in the Olympics, till she&#8217;s in the shallow<br />               end. Without breaking her stride, she runs out of the pool.<br />               Now with her gun out, the sopping wet Bride gets to the front<br />               of the house. It&#8217;s located on a cul de sac.</p>
<p>               WHEN&#8230;</p>
<p>               Yuki&#8217;s sports car pulls up at the end of the street.</p>
<p>               Both women see the other.</p>
<p>               Yuki hits the gas, firing her machine gun out the window of<br />               her car as she speeds down the dead-end street.</p>
<p>               The Bride, runs across lawns and hides behind parked cars on<br />               the street, as the bullets rip up homes, lawns, and<br />               automobiles.</p>
<p>               When Yuki&#8217;s car reaches the end of the dead end,&#8230;</p>
<p>               She jerks the wheel&#8230;</p>
<p>               SPINNING the car around, pointing it in the opposite<br />               direction.</p>
<p>               SHE HITS THE GAS AGAIN&#8230;</p>
<p>               SHE PULLS THE MACHINE GUN TRIGGER AGAIN&#8230;</p>
<p>               BULLETS TEAR UP the cars lining the street.</p>
<p>               In the hail of bullets, the Bride tries to fire back.</p>
<p>               Yuki reaches the end of the street and spins the car around.</p>
<p>               She gets ready to make a third pass.</p>
<p>               Some PEOPLE in the house behind the Bride, look out of their<br />               front door.</p>
<p>               The Bride yells at them;</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE<br />                         Stay in your house and stay down on<br />                         the floor!</p>
<p>               Yuki speeds after her, but this time she pops the curb and<br />               drives across the front lawns on the street heading right for<br />               her.</p>
<p>               The Bride runs into the house she&#8217;s in front of.</p>
<p>               She runs through the living room, to the kitchen and the back<br />               door, but the kitchen&#8217;s where the family that lives here is<br />               hiding and they block the door.</p>
<p>               Yuki&#8217;s sports car pulls up in front of the house. She stands<br />               up in the convertible. Takes out a grenade, pulls the pin and<br />               says;</p>
<p>                                   YUKI (JAPANESE)<br />                         Time for the rabbit to come out of<br />                         her hole!</p>
<p>               She lobs the grenade up on the porch, then throws herself<br />               face down on the lawn.</p>
<p>               The porch and the front of the house explodes into splinters.</p>
<p>               Everybody in the kitchen is blown back.</p>
<p>               Realizing there&#8217;s no getting out of the back door, the Bride<br />               runs back into the living room that&#8217;s now missing a wall, and<br />               runs up the home&#8217;s staircase leading to the bedrooms.</p>
<p>               Yuki steps into the house, sub-machine gun in hand&#8230;</p>
<p>               The Bride makes it to the top of the stairs, and is just<br />               about to disappear behind the upstairs hallway wall&#8230;</p>
<p>               WHEN&#8230;</p>
<p>               Yuki fires up at her, hitting her twice in the leg.</p>
<p>               The upstairs hallway, two bedroom doorways line both sides of<br />               the hallway. The Bride crashes to the floor &#8212; SCREAMING &#8211;<br />               blood pours out of her gunshots.</p>
<p>               Yuki charges up the stairs&#8230;machine gun blazing, tearing up<br />               the house.</p>
<p>               The Bride aims her 9mm where she expects Yuki to emerge.</p>
<p>               Yuki gets to the top of the stairs, and steps into the<br />               hallway.</p>
<p>               The Bride fires&#8230;</p>
<p>               The Bride&#8217;s bullet wings Yuki in the left breast, knocking<br />               her through a bedroom doorway.</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE<br />                             (to herself)<br />                         Gotcha!</p>
<p>               Yuki screams like a little girl at the pain. She yells from<br />               the doorway into the hallway;</p>
<p>                                   YUKI (JAPANESE)<br />                         You fucking bitch! You shot me in<br />                         my breast! They&#8217;re not fully<br />                         developed yet, you fucking asshole!<br />                         Now I&#8217;m always gonna have a dimple!</p>
<p>               The Bride answers Yuki back with an imitation of Yuki&#8217;s<br />               giggle, which makes the youngin blow her top.</p>
<p>                                   YUKI (JAPANESE)<br />                         Piss me off!</p>
<p>               She fires her machine gun around the corner, tearing up<br />               everything around the Bride.</p>
<p>               When the young girl stops firing, the Bride yells;</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE (JAPANESE)<br />                         Yuki, in about two minutes there&#8217;s<br />                         going to be an army of police here.<br />                         So if you&#8217;re gonna kill me, now&#8217;s<br />                         the time.</p>
<p>               From her hiding place, Yuki snorts a line of baby blue<br />               powder. It gives her energy.</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE (O.S., ENGLISH)<br />                         So what&#8217;s it gonna be bitch?</p>
<p>               Slapping a new clip in her machine gun.</p>
<p>                                   YUKI (JAPANESE)<br />                         That fucking does it!</p>
<p>               Yuki comes around the corner FIRING her machine gun in the<br />               Bride&#8217;s direction, ripping up everything around her.</p>
<p>               The Bride lying flat on the floor fires her 9mm.</p>
<p>               The explosion of ammo creates the hysteria of warfare combat.</p>
<p>               Yuki charges the Bride, Kamakazi style.</p>
<p>               Three more bullets rip into the Bride, the Bride fires up at<br />               Yuki, hitting her three times in the body, knocking her off<br />               her feet, and sending her tumbling down the stairs.</p>
<p>               The Bride shot up, pulls herself to the top of the stairs.<br />               She sees Yuki lying at the bottom, dead.</p>
<p>               Yuki&#8217;s face, dead, eyes closed&#8230;then they pop up open&#8230;<br />               Guess what&#8230;she&#8217;s not dead. Though she&#8217;s bloody and her<br />               schoolgirl uniform is filled with bullet holes she rises. Her<br />               head turns in the direction of the Bride&#8230;</p>
<p>               The Bride sees this and can&#8217;t believe it&#8230;</p>
<p>               They lock eyes&#8230;</p>
<p>               &#8230;Yuki, who no longer has the machine gun, takes out a<br />               deadly looking knife and snaps it open with a smile that<br />               builds to a scream&#8230;</p>
<p>               She charges up the steps at the Bride.</p>
<p>               The startled Bride fires at her&#8230;the 9mm&#8217;s empty&#8230;</p>
<p>               Yuki charging up the steps, yelling, knife raised high&#8230;</p>
<p>               The Bride, hurriedly removes the pistol she keeps in her<br />               ankle holster.</p>
<p>               Yuki chargin&#8230;</p>
<p>               The Bride cocks back the hammer&#8230;</p>
<p>               &#8230;Yuki charging, getting closer&#8230;</p>
<p>               The Bride FIRES</p>
<p>               Bullet hits Yuki, stops her for a quarter of a second, but<br />               she keeps charging&#8230;</p>
<p>               The Bride fires again&#8230;</p>
<p>               Yuki jerks but keeps on charging&#8230;</p>
<p>               Bride fires&#8230;</p>
<p>               Yuki jerks, but keeps charging&#8230;</p>
<p>               Bride fires&#8230;</p>
<p>               Yuki jerks, keeps chargin, almost at her, knife raised<br />               high&#8230;</p>
<p>               The Bride FIRES</p>
<p>               Yuki jerks, but keeps charging, knife ready to do its duty&#8230;</p>
<p>               The Bride fires, but her gun jams&#8230;</p>
<p>               Yuki leaps on her with the knife&#8230;</p>
<p>               They struggle for a moment&#8230;</p>
<p>               &#8230;TILL&#8230;</p>
<p>               &#8230;The Bride realizes Yuki&#8217;s dead. She tosses her to the<br />               side.</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE<br />                         Goddamn, what a wildcat.</p>
<p>               INT. NURSE OWEN&#8217;S HOME &#8211; NIGHT</p>
<p>               The phone rings and a black woman in a nurse&#8217;s uniform with a<br />               name tag on it that reads, &#8220;B. Owens,&#8221; answers the phone.</p>
<p>                                   NURSE OWENS<br />                         Hello.</p>
<p>               CU The Bride<br />               on her cell phone, a business card in her hand, with a number<br />               written on the back that says, &#8220;B. Owens,&#8221; and her phone<br />               number. She&#8217;s bleeding from her five bullet holes. Sitting in<br />               a pool of her own blood. She&#8217;s starting to tremble. We can&#8217;t<br />               see where she&#8217;s at, but it&#8217;s somewhere surrounded by wood<br />               planks. The moon shines into the structure.</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE<br />                         Hello, I&#8217;m calling Nurse Owens &#8211;</p>
<p>                                   NURSE OWENS<br />                         Who is this.</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE<br />                         You don&#8217;t know me, but &#8211;</p>
<p>                                   NURSE OWENS<br />                         &#8212; And I don&#8217;t want to neither. Now<br />                         I don&#8217;t know how you got my number,<br />                         but you can just rip that shit up,<br />                         because &#8211;</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE<br />                         &#8212; I&#8217;ve been shot five times &#8211;</p>
<p>                                   NURSE OWENS<br />                         &#8212; Stop, I don&#8217;t wanna hear no<br />                         more. I got problems of my own.</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE<br />                         I&#8217;m dying.</p>
<p>                                   NURSE OWENS<br />                         Then bitch, you better call<br />                         yourself a ambulance, cause I don&#8217;t<br />                         do this shit no more.</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE<br />                         I can&#8217;t call an ambulance.</p>
<p>                                   NURSE OWENS<br />                         &#8212; No, you can call a ambulance,<br />                         you just don&#8217;t want to. But if your<br />                         ass is really dying, you ain&#8217;t got<br />                         no motherfuckin choice.</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE<br />                         I do have a choice, and I&#8217;m<br />                         choosing to call you. If you refuse<br />                         to help me, I&#8217;ll die. And that will<br />                         be your choice.</p>
<p>                                   NURSE OWENS<br />                         Bitch, I don&#8217;t even know you!</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE<br />                         What do you need to know? I&#8217;m from<br />                         Earth, I&#8217;m a woman, I&#8217;m dying, and<br />                         only you can help me.</p>
<p>               Her last line has an effect on the hard-hearted nurse.</p>
<p>                                   NURSE OWENS<br />                         Okay, where you at?</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE<br />                         I&#8217;m in Hawthorne. I&#8217;m hiding in a<br />                         kids treehouse. It&#8217;s a street<br />                         called, &#8220;Dimmick&#8221;. 1-7-3-6 Dimmick<br />                         Avenue. There&#8217;s a bunch of police<br />                         cars and firetrucks, about two<br />                         blocks away.</p>
<p>                                   NURSE OWENS<br />                         Whatcha do, crawl two blocks?</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE<br />                         If you can&#8217;t walk, you better<br />                         crawl.</p>
<p>               Nurse Owens likes that last line.</p>
<p>                                   NURSE OWENS<br />                         You got you some money dontcha, or<br />                         am I doin this out of the goodness<br />                         of my heart?</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE<br />                         You come and get me, today&#8217;s pay<br />                         day.</p>
<p>                                   NURSE OWENS<br />                         You ain&#8217;t too far away. You gonna<br />                         bleed to death I get there in a<br />                         half a hour?</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE<br />                         Probably.</p>
<p>                                   NURSE OWENS<br />                         Okay, I&#8217;ll be there in fifteen<br />                         minutes.</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE<br />                         Is that Pacific Standard Time, or<br />                         C.P.T.?</p>
<p>                                   NURSE OWENS<br />                         Just you better be there when I get<br />                         there, and you better be shot five<br />                         times, and your bony ass better be<br />                         on your last motherfuckin legs.</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE<br />                         How do you know I have a bony ass?</p>
<p>                                   NURSE OWENS<br />                         You sound like you have a bony ass.</p>
<p>               The Nurse hangs up the phone.</p>
<p>               INT. TREEHOUSE &#8211; NIGHT</p>
<p>               The Bride sits in her own blood waiting for Nurse Owens.</p>
<p>               Nurse Owens&#8217; head pops up from the door in the floor.</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE<br />                         Glad you made it.</p>
<p>                                   NURSE OWENS<br />                         There&#8217;s cops all over here, I had<br />                         to be cool. They tend to notice<br />                         things like Negroes sneaking around<br />                         people&#8217;s backyards.</p>
<p>               The nurse hands the Bride a big bottle of Wild Turkey.</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE<br />                         What&#8217;s that?</p>
<p>                                   NURSE OWENS<br />                         This shit&#8217;s gonna hurt, and I ain&#8217;t<br />                         got no anesthetic.<br />                             (refers to the bottle)<br />                         So git busy.</p>
<p>               INT. NURSE OWEN&#8217;S KITCHEN &#8211; NIGHT</p>
<p>               OVERHEAD SHOT<br />               The Bride laid out on Nurse Owens&#8217; kitchen table, while the<br />               nurse extracts the bullets.</p>
<p>               The Bride screams.</p>
<p>               The TV is turned up loud to hide the screams.</p>
<p>               The fifth slug is placed in an ashtray next to three<br />               cigarette butts and other balls of lead.</p>
<p>               The Bride, drunk as a skunk, says to her savior;</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE<br />                         That fuckin smarts.</p>
<p>               Smoking her menthol Kool, Nurse Owens says;</p>
<p>                                   NURSE OWENS<br />                         Yeah, bullets are bad news. In the<br />                         future, you should avoid them if<br />                         you can.</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE<br />                         I&#8217;ll keep that in mind. So, do I<br />                         have a future?</p>
<p>                                   NURSE OWENS<br />                         You&#8217;ll live to kill again.</p>
<p>                                   THE BRIDE<br />                         Splendid.</p>
<p>               She passes out.</p>
<p>                                                         FADE TO BLACK.</center></p>
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		<title>The road to being a PHP ninja, part 2: Putting PHP to work</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Nov 2011 20:44:36 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[In the first part of this series, we learned how exactly PHP works and functions. We learned how to call PHP within a file, the basic functions echo() and print(), and how to work with variables. It didn&#8217;t seem that hard, now did it? One of the most common things PHP is used for is [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>In the first part of this series, we learned how exactly PHP works and functions. We learned how to call PHP within a file, the basic functions <span class="postpre">echo()</span> and <span class="postpre">print()</span>, and how to work with variables. It didn&#8217;t seem that hard, now did it?</p>
<p>One of the most common things PHP is used for is capturing data from a user and then doing something with it, such as storing it in a database or displaying back. Today we are going to step you into that process to show how simple it can be. </p>
<p><strong>Setting up the form</strong></p>
<p>Forms are everywhere on the net and the primary way that users input information into websites. Let&#8217;s start with something simple: </p>
<pre class="brush: php; title: ; notranslate">
//index.php

&lt;html&gt;
  &lt;head&gt;
    &lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;
  &lt;/head&gt;
  &lt;body&gt;
    &lt;form action=&quot;name.php&quot; method=&quot;post&quot;&gt;
      &lt;input type=&quot;text&quot; name=&quot;name&quot; value=&quot;Your name&quot; /&gt;
      &lt;input type=&quot;submit&quot; name=&quot;submit&quot; value=&quot;Submit&quot; /&gt;
    &lt;/form&gt;
  &lt;/body&gt;
&lt;/html&gt;
</pre>
<p>Above is a simple HTML skeleton with a <span class="postpre">form</span> tag and a couple of <span class="postpre">input</span> tags nested inside. The beef of this is the <span class="postpre">form</span> which will capture the data entered into your inputs and send them to &#8220;name.php&#8221; which is shown by the attribute <span class="postpre">action=&#8221;name.php&#8221;</span>.</p>
<p>The <span class="postpre">method=&#8221;post&#8221;</span> attribute describes that we will be sending the request with a POST header. </p>
<p><strong>Adding function to your form with PHP</strong></p>
<p>Before you submitted the information from your form to &#8220;name.php&#8221; so we should create that file next. </p>
<pre class="brush: php; title: ; notranslate">
//name.php

&lt;html&gt;
  &lt;head&gt;
    &lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;
  &lt;/head&gt;
  &lt;body&gt;
    &lt;?php
      //Get the name from $_POST
      $name = $_POST['name'];
      echo &quot;&lt;h2&gt;Hello &quot;.$name.&quot;&lt;/h2&gt;&quot;;
    ?&gt;
  &lt;/body&gt;
&lt;/html&gt;
</pre>
<p>See what we did there? If not, let me break it down for you: </p>
<p><span class="postpre">$_POST</span> is a special PHP variable that gets the POST parameters of a form. Basically, when you create a form with <span class="postpre">action=&#8221;post&#8221;</span>, the inputs are assigned to the <span class="postpre">$_POST</span> array (<em>but what&#8217;s an array? We&#8217;ll get back to that in a little</em>). You can then get the value of the input by using the input&#8217;s &#8220;name&#8221;. </p>
<p>PHP also supports the <span class="postpre">GET</span> method as well. Represented by a <span class="postpre">$_GET</span> array, the GET parameter can be instead used on your form with <span class="postpre">method=&#8221;get&#8221;</span>.</p>
<p><strong>Making decisions</strong></p>
<p>One of the core functions of PHP is to make decisions based on a conditional statement and act on that decision. This makes your scripts <em>smarter</em> <span style="font-size:8px">skynet*</span> and able to do various actions based on the result from this statement. </p>
<p>To help determine the result of a conditional statement, you will most commonly use the <span class="postpre">&lt;</span>, <span class="postpre">&gt;</span>, <span class="postpre">=</span>, and <span class="postpre">!</span> operators. Let&#8217;s see how to set these up in PHP:</p>
<pre class="brush: php; title: ; notranslate">
&lt;?php

  // We need to define some variables:
  $one = 1;
  $three = 3;
  $s_one = &quot;1&quot;;
  $boat = &quot;boat&quot;; 

  $test1 = ($three &gt; $one); // $test1 will equal true.

  $test2 = ($three &lt; $one); // $text2 will equal false.

?&gt;
</pre>
<p>Let&#8217;s start with this. <span class="postpre">$test1</span> is the test of 3 being greater than (<span class="postpre">&gt;</span>) 1. Since this is true, the condition returns true. <span class="postpre">$test2</span> is the exact same conditional statement except that we switch the greater than (<span class="postpre">&gt;</span>) to a less than (<span class="postpre">&lt;</span>). Because 3 is <em>not</em> less than 1, the statement returns false.</p>
<pre class="brush: php; title: ; notranslate">
&lt;?php

  // Keep the variables the same
  $one = 1;
  $three = 3;
  $s_one = &quot;1&quot;;
  $boat = &quot;boat&quot;; 

  // This time we add a &quot;=&quot; after the &quot;&gt;&quot; to make it &quot;greater than or equal to&quot;
  // &quot;3 is greater than or equal to 3&quot;
  // $test3 will equal true
  $test3 = ($three &gt;= $three);

  // We do the same as we did above…
  // &quot;3 is less than or equal to 1&quot;
  // $test4 will equal false
  $test4 = ($three &lt;= $one);

  // We can also see if variables equal each other
  // $test5 will equal true.
  $test5 = ($one == $s_one);

  // PHP also includes a way to check a variable's value AND type
  // The below will return false because $one is a integer and
  // $s_one is a string.
  $test6 = ($one === $s_one);

  // To see if things do not equal each other, we use the &quot;!&quot;
  // $test6 will equal true.
  $test7 = ($boat != $s_one);

  //In $test7, we can also use &quot;&lt;&gt;&quot; in place of &quot;!=&quot;

?&gt;
</pre>
<p><strong>Compounding smarts</strong></p>
<p>The comparison operators are also complimented by a set of four logical operators. The purpose of these logical operators are to group your conditional statements together to create a larger and more dynamic statement. These operators are <span class="postpre">AND</span>, <span class="postpre">OR</span>, <span class="postpre">NOT</span>, <span class="postpre">XOR</span>.<br />
Let&#8217;s see them in action:</p>
<pre class="brush: php; title: ; notranslate">
&lt;?php

  // Create some variables:
  $one = 1;
  $two = 2;
  $three = 3;
  $one2 = 1;

  // The logical AND (represented by &quot;&amp;&amp;&quot;) returns true if all conditional statements are true
  // The below returns false.
  $test8 = (($one == $one2) &amp;&amp; ($one == $two));

  // The logical OR (represented by &quot;||&quot;) return true if one or more conditional statements are true.
  // $test9 returns true.
  $test9 = (($one == $one2) || ($one == $two));

  // The logical NOT (represented by a &quot;!&quot;) returns false if the conditional statement is true and vice-versa.
  // $test10 returns false.
  $test10 = !($one == $one2);

  // And last (but not least!), the logical XOR (represented by &quot;XOR&quot;) returns true if one conditional statement is true
  // and false if they both are true.
  // The below will return false.
  $test11 = (($one == $one2) XOR ($one == 1));

?&gt;
</pre>
<p>Logical operates are just as simple as operators used in conditional statements. They are important because they allow you to group your conditional statements logically and without mucking up your PHP.</p>
<p><strong>A function for everyone</strong></p>
<p>Now that you understand conditional and logical operators, you can make your scripts act on the decisions made by your conditional statements. To do this, you need to take advantage of the <span class="postpre">if()</span> function:</p>
<pre class="brush: php; title: ; notranslate">
  if(condition)
  {
    //This happens
  }
</pre>
<p><span class="postpre">if()</span> accepts an argument that can be a conditional statement which is evaluated to a true or false. If the conditional statement is true, then <span class="postpre">if()</span> executes the code inside of your curly brackets. If not, the code in your brackets is skipped. </p>
<p>Let me extend my name script above to show another example with <span class="postpre">if()</span>:</p>
<pre class="brush: php; title: ; notranslate">
//name.php

&lt;html&gt;
  &lt;head&gt;
    &lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;
  &lt;/head&gt;
  &lt;body&gt;

    &lt;h2&gt;
      Hello
      &lt;?php
        //Get the name from $_POST
        $name = $_POST['name'];
        if($name == &quot;Beatrix Kiddo&quot;) {
          echo &quot;****&quot;;
        } else {
          echo $name;
        }
      ?&gt;
    &lt;/h2&gt;
  &lt;/body&gt;
&lt;/html&gt;
</pre>
<p>Along with showing a live example of <span class="postpre">if()</span>, we also created an <span class="postpre">if-else</span> construct. This is the <span class="postpre">else</span> after the <span class="postpre">if()</span>&#8216;s brackets, and contains its own set of brackets. This second set of brackets is executed if your conditional statement returns <span class="postpre">false</span>. <em>Don&#8217;t get it in your head</em> that <span class="postpre">else</span> is required; omitting <span class="postpre">else</span> will just cause nothing to happen in the case of your conditional statement returning false.</p>
<p><strong>Compressing your statements</strong></p>
<p>PHP includes a few tricks to shrink your statements.</p>
<p>The ternary operator, which is represented by a question mark (?), allows you create single statement <span class="postpre">if-else</span> blocks. For example, the code on lines 14 through 18 in the example above can be written as: </p>
<pre class="brush: php; title: ; notranslate">
  &lt;?php echo ($name == &quot;Beatrix Kiddo&quot; ? &quot;****&quot; : $name); ?&gt;
</pre>
<p>The drawback of using the ternary operator is that you lose the logical flow of PHP, which makes it harder for people to read. The ternary operator is best used in <em>templates</em> (using templates to separate your PHP and HTML is a more advanced topic for one rainy day later).</p>
<p>Another method to compress your statements is something you already know: logical operators. Using logical operators allows you to compress nested <span class="postpre">if()</span> functions: </p>
<pre class="brush: php; title: ; notranslate">
&lt;?php
  //Nested if() functions…
  if($name != null) {
    if($name != &quot;Beatrix Kiddo&quot;)
    {
      echo $name;
    }
  }

  //Can be combined using the logical operators.
  if($name != null &amp;&amp; $name != &quot;Beatrix Kiddo&quot;)
  {
    echo $name;
  }
?&gt;
</pre>
<p>This allows you code to be a lot more readable and prevents you from using extra of lines. Overall, the latter method should be used as much as possible. </p>
<p><strong>Wrapping it all up</strong></p>
<p>That&#8217;s about it for this tutorial. Hopefully by the end of it, you understand conditional and logical operators and have a grasp on one of the most important PHP functions, <span class="postpre">if()</span>. Reading over this tutorial a few times is something you should do; by memorizing the conditional and logical operators, you&#8217;ll be able to write PHP faster than having to constantly looking them up.</p>
<p>In our next tutorial we will be stepping you into more advanced structures, variables types, and a few smarter scripts.</p>
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		<title>Posting Part 2 of my PHP tutorial series today.</title>
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		<pubDate>Sat, 26 Nov 2011 14:10:51 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[This post is here to remind me to stay on track. UPDATE: Sorry for the delay, I fell behind in finishing up the second tutorial, but I&#8217;m going to do my best to post it ASAP &#8211; most likely late tonight.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>This post is here to remind me to stay on track.</p>
<p><strong>UPDATE</strong>: Sorry for the delay, I fell behind in finishing up the second tutorial, but I&#8217;m going to do my best to post it ASAP &#8211; most likely late tonight.</p>
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		<title>Harmony 0.2.1 update</title>
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		<pubDate>Fri, 25 Nov 2011 15:41:57 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dan</dc:creator>
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		<description><![CDATA[Just posted an update to the Harmony framework. Just a small bug fix that prevented the thing from being usable at all. Nothing besides the bug fix has been updated, as the next update (0.3) will contain many of the newer enhancements, including YAML configuration loaders for components to move functions and loaders from the [...]]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Just posted an update to the Harmony framework. Just a small bug fix that prevented the thing from being usable at all. </p>
<p>Nothing besides the bug fix has been updated, as the next update (0.3) will contain many of the newer enhancements, including YAML configuration loaders for components to move functions and loaders from the Harmony singleton.</p>
<p>Update on the way.</p>
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		<title>The Twig Framework</title>
		<link>http://contagious.nu/2011/11/the-twig-framework/</link>
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		<pubDate>Mon, 21 Nov 2011 02:31:59 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dan</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[<?PHP]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Doctrine & Symfony]]></category>

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		<description><![CDATA[is amazing. I&#8217;m going to write a quick tutorial on it soon. See the Twig Framework website.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>is amazing. I&#8217;m going to write a quick tutorial on it soon.</p>
<p>See the <a href="http://twig.sensiolabs.org/">Twig Framework</a> website.</p>
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		<title>Proactively procrastinating</title>
		<link>http://contagious.nu/2011/11/proactively-procrastinating/</link>
		<comments>http://contagious.nu/2011/11/proactively-procrastinating/#comments</comments>
		<pubDate>Sat, 19 Nov 2011 14:48:04 +0000</pubDate>
		<dc:creator>Dan</dc:creator>
				<category><![CDATA[Life]]></category>
		<category><![CDATA[Microblog]]></category>

		<guid isPermaLink="false">http://contagious.nu/?p=511</guid>
		<description><![CDATA[I really really do not want to work on my resume. So instead I&#8217;m cleaning the kitchen.]]></description>
			<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I <em>really really</em> do not want to work on my resume.</p>
<p>So instead I&#8217;m cleaning the kitchen.</p>
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