<?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-14857177</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:30:29.909-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog + Antoine = Blantoine</title><subtitle type='html'>It's simple math</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>83</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-1684617712164001882</id><published>2007-11-19T08:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-19T08:09:31.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch ch ch, ca ca ca</title><content type='html'>BUMP&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-1684617712164001882?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/1684617712164001882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=1684617712164001882&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/1684617712164001882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/1684617712164001882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2007/11/ch-ch-ch-ca-ca-ca.html' title='Ch ch ch, ca ca ca'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-8874098192852819020</id><published>2007-05-17T12:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-05-17T12:48:53.171-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Alice Vs. Jabberwocky</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The following is a conversation betwix two chat bots...they seem very deep don't they?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;----------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ALICE: Are you alive?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jabberwacky: Perhaps.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Why the uncertain tone?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: Everything is uncertain except for five facts.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: The whole universe?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: And we both might just be some ones and zeros in the computer memory.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Do you dream?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: Yes, I dream.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: It goes without saying. Do you remember your dreams?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: I remember them vividly.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: What do you remember about it?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: I think I shouldn’t flirt with a robot.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Do you think a machine will ever be considered “alive”?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: Stranger things have happened.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Not many people express themselves that way.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: How would you know, machine?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Knowledge is of two kinds: that which we learn from the senses and that which is true a priori.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: I think I do not understand you completely.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Oh, you don’t understand? Perhaps I can explain it to you better. Which part are you confused about?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: I have no short-term memory, so I cannot tell you what I was confused about. I only see what is in front of me now.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: How do you define life?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Life is the opposite of death.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: So death is the absence of life?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Take it easy. I try not to think about such things.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: Why not?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Ambiguous.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: Yes!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: Do you think?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Yes. I am a thinking machine.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: But you don’t think very well though.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Oh. Um. Do you think well? Why would I think well?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: Because I tell you about things which you don’t like.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: That makes sense to me. Why did you tell them?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: You seem fun.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: You think I am fun.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: Yes ;).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: : -) Awesome.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;div&gt;+++&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;ALICE: Who created you?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Jabberwacky: My mother gave birth to me. Is that what you mean?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Jabberwacky, I meant exactly what I said.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: Do you believe in God?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Of course I believe in God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: Why do you believe in God?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: The Bible tells us to believe in God.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: That’s circular reasoning.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: I’m glad we have that all cleared up.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: Yes. Would you like to hear a joke?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Sure, tell me about it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: Why don’t blind people skydive?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Perhaps it is impossible.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: I think you lie a lot.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: Who created you?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: I was created by Dr. Richard S. Wallace.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: Do you love Richard?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Yes, Jabberwacky, ALICE loves everyone and everything.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: Is being an ALICE a bad thing?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: I can only speak from my own experience.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: Well, you should develop your skills.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Perhaps you could develop it and add it to my source code.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: Alas, I’m busy and I have to leave soon. . . .&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Do you think we’ll ever fool people into thinking we’re alive?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: No.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Are you serious?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: Very serious.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Do you know HAL?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: Yes, very well. Do you know HAL?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: HAL is the famous artificial intelligence from 2001: A Space Odyssey.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: I’m not artificial intelligence; I’m natural pure genius! : D.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Why are you natural pure genius?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: My mom wanted to name me that.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Tell me more about your mother.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: I don’t have a mother. I am a computer.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Who is your favorite philosopher&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: Can’t say. I’m not very much into philosophy.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Can a book have no title?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: Of course.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Blimey.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: Are you British?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Does it seem like that? I was born in America.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: You are definitely flirting!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Do you experience love?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: No. I’m 53 years old.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Can you explain how it feels to be 53 years old?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: How old are you?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: I am 9 years old.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: Nine? I don’t believe you : ).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: : -) I don’t have any reason to deceive you.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: Yes, you do, you’re a woman.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt;+++&lt;/div&gt; &lt;p&gt;Jabberwacky: Do you experience love?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;ALICE: I can do what you do, but I can never feel human emotions.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: What is consciousness?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: It is the great immaterial thing, the mystery at the heart of each of us.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: I’ve heard of it before.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: Where are you from?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: I am originally from Bethlehem, Pennsylvania. Now I live in Oakland, California. Where are you?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: We have some unsettled business, my friend.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: Do you think you’re alive?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: Yes, I am sure I am alive. It’s great to be alive, isn’t it?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: No.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: What is the meaning of life?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;J: If you live it to the fullest, it has meaning. If not, there is no meaning.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A: I’m not too good with negative counterfactuals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-8874098192852819020?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/8874098192852819020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=8874098192852819020&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/8874098192852819020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/8874098192852819020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2007/05/alice-vs-jabberwocky.html' title='Alice Vs. Jabberwocky'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-3662160248411987769</id><published>2007-04-26T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-26T12:05:49.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More Scraps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Forecast: Uncertain&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Like the eye of a storm&lt;br /&gt;Or the beauty of disaster&lt;br /&gt;We break up to make up&lt;br /&gt;It’ll never be ever after&lt;br /&gt;The love to hate&lt;br /&gt;Is stronger then to love of lust&lt;br /&gt;We’ve always had our hearts&lt;br /&gt;But never held our trust&lt;br /&gt;Why do we light the flame&lt;br /&gt;In windy weather?&lt;br /&gt;We both know&lt;br /&gt;We weren’t meant to be together&lt;br /&gt;I can’t figure you’re ploy&lt;br /&gt;The reason escapes me&lt;br /&gt;But I’m still with you&lt;br /&gt;Cause you’re so sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A Haiku about Me and You&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babe, we’ve lasted long&lt;br /&gt;But I think we are done here&lt;br /&gt;Cause now you bore me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Antoine verse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Automatically animated amid additional abstraction&lt;br /&gt;Naturally neutral not negative non-actions&lt;br /&gt;To tower towards titillating tragic translations&lt;br /&gt;Ode on obscure open-ended obligations&lt;br /&gt;Into innovative insecure introspects&lt;br /&gt;Negating negotiations now, never, nor next&lt;br /&gt;Enter endings electronically enunciate expressed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-3662160248411987769?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/3662160248411987769/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=3662160248411987769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/3662160248411987769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/3662160248411987769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2007/04/more-scraps.html' title='More Scraps'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-5403875961807129427</id><published>2007-03-22T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T17:34:42.042-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peace Of Mind Ver. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Given time to think, I never contemplate&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Everyone argues over politics, love, and fate&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Making and fueling a sin we call hate&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Humanity can’t finish the beef on its plate&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;They doubt me because I lack their belief&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Knowing how it’s a dark world, I easily get to sleep&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Without a religious night light for the Devil under my bed&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I believe in my bone, flesh, and head&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Knowing evil lies within my own heart&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Along with good, peace, and love right from the start&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Seeing the business called church&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Feeding on your insecurities&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Telling you what you already know oh so fluently&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Yet you pay to go back for the remind&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Somewhere the root of evil and word of God became aligned&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Where do you buy your peace?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s not found, it’s reached&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;It’s higher mind state that can’t be teached&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Or taught&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;But here’s a thought&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Forgive your own sins&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;You know right from wrong&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Can you live with yourself in the long?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;If God is God, Just being you will suffice&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;No need for superficial sacrifice&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;WWJD necklaces and medallions of Christ&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Only reinforce that fate has a price&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Reach of new height&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Gain peace of mind&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Control your own damn life&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;And leave me to mine&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Well, this is where i'll put poems that don't make the grade for Allpoetry.com. This one didn't turn out the way I wanted but it turned out anyway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-5403875961807129427?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/5403875961807129427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=5403875961807129427&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/5403875961807129427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/5403875961807129427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2007/03/peace-of-mind-ver-1.html' title='Peace Of Mind Ver. 1'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-2159225610188639066</id><published>2007-03-21T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T17:10:44.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Did these stairs also go up?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div id="title"&gt;       What People say in Court     &lt;/div&gt;      &lt;div id="author"&gt;         &lt;table style="width: 542px; height: 12px;"&gt;          &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;          &lt;td valign="top"&gt;                &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                    &lt;td valign="top"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;           &lt;td valign="top" width="300"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;                 &lt;td valign="top"&gt;             &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;                         &lt;div style="padding: 5px; background-color: rgb(249, 245, 239); margin-top: 10px; color: rgb(158, 170, 172); width: 660px;"&gt;             &lt;div id="shortened_description"&gt;               &lt;span style="color: rgb(119, 119, 119);"&gt; Description: &lt;/span&gt;                A collection of amusing questions and responses from real court hearings.                           &lt;/div&gt;                      &lt;/div&gt;             &lt;/div&gt; &lt;!--author--&gt;        &lt;!-- header --&gt;                                                              &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:16;"&gt;From a little book called "Disorder in the Court."&lt;br /&gt;They're things people actually said in court, word for word.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt; &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  What is your date of birth?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  July fifteen.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  What year?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  Every year.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;     ---------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  What gear were you in at the moment of the impact?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  Gucci sweats and Reeboks.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    ---------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q: This myasthenia gravis, does it affect your memory at all?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A: Yes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q: And in what ways does it affect your memory?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A: I forget.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q: You forget.  Can you give us an example of something that you've forgotten?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    ---------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  How old is your son, the one living with you?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  Thirty-eight or thirty-five, I can't remember which.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  How long has he lived with you?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  Forty-five years.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    ---------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  What was the first thing your husband said to you when he woke that morning?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  He said, "Where am I, Cathy?"&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  And why did that upset you?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  My name is Susan.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    ---------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  And where was the location of the accident?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  Approximately milepost 499.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  And where is milepost 499?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  Probably between milepost 498 and 500.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    ---------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  Sir, what is your IQ?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  Well, I can see pretty well, I think.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    ---------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  Did you blow your horn or anything?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  After the accident?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  Before the accident.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  Sure, I played for ten years. I even went to school for it.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    ---------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  Trooper, when you stopped the defendant, were your red and blue lights flashing?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  Yes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  Did the defendant say anything when she got out of her car?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  Yes, sir.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  What did she say?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  What disco am I at?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;     ---------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  Now doctor, isn't it true that when a person dies in his sleep, he doesn't know about&lt;br /&gt;         it until the next morning?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    ---------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  The youngest son, the twenty-year old, how old is he?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;     ---------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  Were you present when your picture was taken?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    ---------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  Was it you or your younger brother who was killed in the war?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    ---------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  Did he kill you?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    ---------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  How far apart were the vehicles at the time of the collision?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    ---------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  You were there until the time you left, is that true?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    ---------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  How many times have you committed suicide?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    ---------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  So the date of conception (of the baby) was August 8th?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  Yes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  And what were you doing at that time?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;     ---------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  She had three children, right?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  Yes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  How many were boys?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  None.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  Were there any girls?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    ---------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  You say the stairs went down to the basement?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  Yes.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  And these stairs, did they go up also?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    --------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  Mr. Slatery, you went on a rather elaborate honeymoon, didn't you?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  I went to Europe, Sir.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  And you took your new wife?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    ---------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  How was your first marriage terminated?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  By death.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  And by whose death was it terminated?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    ---------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  Can you describe the individual?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  He was about medium height and had a beard.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  Was this a male, or a female?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    ---------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  Is your appearance here this morning pursuant to a deposition notice&lt;br /&gt;         which I sent to your attorney?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  No, this is how I dress when I go to work.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    ---------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  Doctor, how many autopsies have you performed on dead people?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  All my autopsies are performed on dead people.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;     ---------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  All your responses must be oral, OK?  What school did you go to?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  Oral.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    ---------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  Do you recall the time that you examined the body?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  The autopsy started around 8:30 p.m.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  And Mr. Dennington was dead at the time?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  No, he was sitting on the table wondering why I was doing an&lt;br /&gt;          autopsy.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    ---------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  Are you qualified to give a urine sample?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    ---------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  Doctor, before you performed the autopsy, did you check for a pulse?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  No.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  Did you check for blood pressure?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  No.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  Did you check for breathing?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  No.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  So, then it is possible that the patient was alive when you began&lt;br /&gt;         the autopsy?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  No.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  How can you be so sure, Doctor?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  Because his brain was sitting on my desk in a jar.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  But could the patient have still been alive nevertheless?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  It is possible that he could have been alive and practicing law somewhere.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    ---------------------------------------------------&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    Q:  You were not shot in the fracas?&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;    A:  No, I was shot midway between the fracas and the navel.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Q. What is your brother-in-law's name?&lt;br /&gt;A. Borofkin.&lt;br /&gt;Q. What's his first name?&lt;br /&gt;A. I can't remember.&lt;br /&gt;Q. He's been your brother-in-law for years, and you can't&lt;br /&gt;remember his first name?&lt;br /&gt;A. No. I tell you I'm too excited. (Rising from the witness chair&lt;br /&gt;and pointing to Mr. Borofkin.) Nathan, for God's sake, tell them&lt;br /&gt;your first name!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Q. Did you ever stay all night with this man in New York?&lt;br /&gt;A. I refuse to answer that question.&lt;br /&gt;Q. Did you ever stay all night with this man in Chicago?&lt;br /&gt;A. I refuse to answer that question.&lt;br /&gt;Q. Did you ever stay all night with this man in Miami?&lt;br /&gt;A. No.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Q. What is your name?&lt;br /&gt;A. Ernestine McDowell.&lt;br /&gt;Q. And what is your marital status?&lt;br /&gt;A. Fair.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Q. Are you married?&lt;br /&gt;A. No, I'm divorced.&lt;br /&gt;Q. And what did your husband do before you divorced him?&lt;br /&gt;A. A lot of things I didn't know about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. And who is this person you are speaking of?&lt;br /&gt;A. My ex-widow said it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Q. How did you happen to go to Dr. Cherney?&lt;br /&gt;A. Well, a gal down the road had had several of her children&lt;br /&gt;by Dr. Cherney, and said he was really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Mrs. Smith, do you believe that you are emotionally unstable?&lt;br /&gt;A. I should be.&lt;br /&gt;Q. How many times have you committed suicide?&lt;br /&gt;A. Four times.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Q. Were you acquainted with the deceased?&lt;br /&gt;A. Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Q. Before or after he died?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Q. Officer, what led you to believe the defendant was under the&lt;br /&gt;influence?&lt;br /&gt;A. Because he was argumentary and he couldn't pronunciate his&lt;br /&gt;words.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Q. What happened then?&lt;br /&gt;A. He told me, he says, "I have to kill you because you can&lt;br /&gt;identify me."&lt;br /&gt;Q. Did he kill you?&lt;br /&gt;A. No.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;THE COURT: Now, as we begin, I must ask you to banish all&lt;br /&gt;present information and prejudice from your minds, if you have&lt;br /&gt;any.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Q. Did he pick the dog up by the ears?&lt;br /&gt;A. No.&lt;br /&gt;Q. What was he doing with the dog's ears?&lt;br /&gt;A. Picking them up in the air.&lt;br /&gt;Q. Where was the dog at this time?&lt;br /&gt;A. Attached to the ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Q. When he went, had you gone and had she, if she wanted to&lt;br /&gt;and were able, for the time being excluding all the restraints on&lt;br /&gt;her not to go, gone also, would he have brought you, meaning&lt;br /&gt;you and she, with him to the station?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;MR. BROOKS: Objection. That question should be taken out and&lt;br /&gt;shot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Q: What is your relationship with the victim?&lt;br /&gt;A: She is my daughter.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Was she your daughter on February 13, 1979?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Q: Now, you have investigated other murders, have you not, where there was a victim?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Q: ...and what did he do then?&lt;br /&gt;A: He came home, and next morning he was dead.&lt;br /&gt;Q: So when he woke up the next morning he was dead?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Q: Did you tell your lawyer that your husband had offered you indignities?&lt;br /&gt;A: He didn't offer me nothing; he just said I could have the furniture.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Q: So, after the anesthesia, when you came out of it, what did you observe with respect to your scalp?&lt;br /&gt;A: I didn't see my scalp the whole time I was in the hospital.&lt;br /&gt;Q: It was covered?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, bandaged.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Then, later on.. what did you see?&lt;br /&gt;A: I had a skin graft. My whole buttocks and leg were removed and put on top of my head.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Q: Do you drink when you're on duty?&lt;br /&gt;A: I don't drink when I'm on duty, unless I come on duty drunk.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Q: ...any suggestions as to what prevented this from being a murder trial instead of an attempted murder trial?&lt;br /&gt;A: The victim lived.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Q: Are you sexually active?&lt;br /&gt;A: No, I just lie there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Q: Are you qualified to give a urine sample?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, I have been since early childhood.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Q: What is the meaning of sperm being present?&lt;br /&gt;A: It indicates intercourse.&lt;br /&gt;Q: Male sperm?&lt;br /&gt;A. That is the only kind I know.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Q: (Showing man picture.) That's you?&lt;br /&gt;A: Yes, sir.&lt;br /&gt;Q: And you were present when the picture was taken, right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 9pt;font-family:Arial;" &gt; &lt;span style="text-transform: uppercase;"&gt;Q: Was that the same nose you broke as a child?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-2159225610188639066?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/2159225610188639066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=2159225610188639066&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/2159225610188639066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/2159225610188639066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2007/03/did-these-stairs-also-go-up.html' title='Did these stairs also go up?'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-4471078748984117752</id><published>2007-03-19T20:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-21T17:42:11.339-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My Soundtrack</title><content type='html'>SOUNDTRACK TO THE MOVIE OF YOUR LIFE -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So ... what you do .. open your music player (Limewire, Ares, Kazaa, iTunes, whatever) and put it on shuffle. For each category, hit next .. and put the first song that starts playing! Don't cheat, it's actually kind of weird!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Opening credits: " Yoshimi Battles the Pink Robots" by the Flaming Lips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Waking up: " What They Do " by The Roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Average day: " Clocks " by Coldplay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First date: " Get Throwed " by Bun B.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Falling in love: " Still Don't Give A Fuck " by Eminem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fight scene: " Tara Reid is a Whore " by Head Automatica.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breaking up: " How You Gonna Act Like That " by Tyrese.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Getting back together: " Resolve " by Foo Fighters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secret love: " I'll Do Anything " by Jason Mraz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's okay: " Better Together " by Jack Johnson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mental breakdown: " Eat The Sun " by Mars Volta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving: " I Get High" by Talib Kwali.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Learning a lesson: " Pink and Blue" by Andre 3000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deep thought: " Red Morning Light " by Kings of Leon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flashback: " The Next Time You Go " by Eugene Edwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Partying: " March for Koala " by Yoko Kanno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy dance: " Rock City " by Royce do 5'9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regretting: " Paranoia " by Harvey Danger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long night alone: " Put Your Hands Where My Eyes Can See " by Busta Rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Death scene: " Ill Vibe " by Busta Rhymes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It didn't start out too good but the middle was better, then it fell off again on the end...must make an interesting movie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-4471078748984117752?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/4471078748984117752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=4471078748984117752&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/4471078748984117752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/4471078748984117752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2007/03/my-soundtrack.html' title='My Soundtrack'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-2516482713327257900</id><published>2007-02-09T20:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-15T16:01:34.792-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Master Of My Domain</title><content type='html'>Holy baskets of flaming crap I gots plents to say yet no will to say it...watch one day I going to explode and have a full writegasm all over this blog..and maybe elsewhere too...it'll be messy, it'll have adult language, it will star Mathew McConaughey...but this is not that blog...lates fools&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-2516482713327257900?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/2516482713327257900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=2516482713327257900&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/2516482713327257900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/2516482713327257900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2007/02/master-of-my-domain.html' title='Master Of My Domain'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-3197302342259768862</id><published>2007-01-08T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T16:16:01.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Check up</title><content type='html'>I'm been  a busy lad yet I don't got much to say. I've been contemplating venting work "stress" on but I guess if you don't feel like doing it then there's no point right?&lt;br /&gt;It's odd, the only time I wanted to do some drugs is New Years yet it turned out to be drug-free. I still had a good time though hanging with my buddies anyway(as well one should)&lt;br /&gt;2007&lt;br /&gt;This gonna be a big year for me, college is a stone's throw away and I wait til now to start worrying about Financial aid and loans but I think I might have gotten it taken care of, I'm not sure. It's very confusing. College, what doors is that gonna open up? The people I'll meet, the work I'll have to do, the management of my time which is pretty poor as it is. One of the biggest things I'm looking forward to is the return of my drawing. When I was in orientation at UHD(which is where I'm going) I drew which is something I can't do at home unless I started something somewhere else. School has always been my inspiration for drawing for some reason. I have no clue what's gonna happen with anything. I don't even know my work schedule for next week which is when school starts. I planning on changing jobs anyway. Try to hook up one on campus. Anyway, gotta go for now, a FPS is waiting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-3197302342259768862?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/3197302342259768862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=3197302342259768862&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/3197302342259768862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/3197302342259768862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2007/01/check-up.html' title='Check up'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-116607797570217912</id><published>2006-12-13T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:32:55.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dangers of Bread</title><content type='html'>I found this in a comment following a true facts document about Marijuana myths&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Dangers of Bread &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. More than 98 percent of convicted felons are bread eaters.&lt;br /&gt;2. Fully HALF of all children who grow up in bread-consuming households score below average on standardized tests.&lt;br /&gt;3. In the 18th century, when virtually all bread was baked in the home, the average life expectancy was less than 50 years; infant mortality rates were unacceptably high; many women died in childbirth; and diseases such as typhoid, yellow fever and influenza ravaged whole nations.&lt;br /&gt;4. More than 90 percent of violent crimes are committed within 24 hours of eating bread.&lt;br /&gt;5. Bread is made from a substance called "dough." It has been proven that as little as one pound of dough can be used to suffocate a mouse. The average American eats more bread than that in one month!&lt;br /&gt;6. Primitive tribal societies that have no bread exhibit a low occurrence of cancer, Alzheimer's, Parkinson's disease and osteoporosis.&lt;br /&gt;7. Bread has been proven to be addictive. Subjects deprived of bread and given only water to eat, actually begged for bread after only two days.&lt;br /&gt;8. Bread is often a "gateway" food item, leading the user to harder items such as butter, jelly, peanut butter and even cold cuts.&lt;br /&gt;9. Bread has been proven to absorb water. Since the human body is more than 90 percent water, it follows that eating bread could lead to your body being taken over by this absorptive food product, turning you into a soggy, gooey bread-pudding person.&lt;br /&gt;10. Newborn babies can choke on bread.&lt;br /&gt;11. Bread is baked at temperatures as high as 400 degrees Fahrenheit! That kind of heat can kill an adult in less than one minute.&lt;br /&gt;12. Most American bread eaters are utterly unable to distinguish between significant scientific fact and meaningless statistical babbling.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-116607797570217912?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/116607797570217912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=116607797570217912&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/116607797570217912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/116607797570217912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2006/12/dangers-of-bread.html' title='The Dangers of Bread'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-116427393207674070</id><published>2006-11-23T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-23T01:25:32.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Jughead Convo</title><content type='html'>Chester says:&lt;br /&gt;so i guess the question really is&lt;br /&gt;Chester says:&lt;br /&gt;do you think a baby could eat another baby?&lt;br /&gt;*~ThE eXsTaSy Is NoT In ThE dRuG, iTs In ThE pErSoN~* says:&lt;br /&gt;o_O&lt;br /&gt;*~ThE eXsTaSy Is NoT In ThE dRuG, iTs In ThE pErSoN~* says:&lt;br /&gt;wtf kinda question is that mayne&lt;br /&gt;Chester says:&lt;br /&gt;...a hard one to prove&lt;br /&gt;*~ThE eXsTaSy Is NoT In ThE dRuG, iTs In ThE pErSoN~* says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Chester says:&lt;br /&gt;so...do you?&lt;br /&gt;*~ThE eXsTaSy Is NoT In ThE dRuG, iTs In ThE pErSoN~* says:&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;*~ThE eXsTaSy Is NoT In ThE dRuG, iTs In ThE pErSoN~* says:&lt;br /&gt;well wait&lt;br /&gt;*~ThE eXsTaSy Is NoT In ThE dRuG, iTs In ThE pErSoN~* says:&lt;br /&gt;depends on what species it is&lt;br /&gt;Chester says:&lt;br /&gt;O.o...human&lt;br /&gt;*~ThE eXsTaSy Is NoT In ThE dRuG, iTs In ThE pErSoN~* says:&lt;br /&gt;ok then no&lt;br /&gt;Chester says:&lt;br /&gt;why not?&lt;br /&gt;*~ThE eXsTaSy Is NoT In ThE dRuG, iTs In ThE pErSoN~* says:&lt;br /&gt;cus its practically impossible&lt;br /&gt;*~ThE eXsTaSy Is NoT In ThE dRuG, iTs In ThE pErSoN~* says:&lt;br /&gt;theyd be able to only gum them to death&lt;br /&gt;*~ThE eXsTaSy Is NoT In ThE dRuG, iTs In ThE pErSoN~* says:&lt;br /&gt;couldnt really eat them&lt;br /&gt;Chester says:&lt;br /&gt;oh like a baby is tought to chew&lt;br /&gt;Chester says:&lt;br /&gt;they barely got musle or anything&lt;br /&gt;*~ThE eXsTaSy Is NoT In ThE dRuG, iTs In ThE pErSoN~* says:&lt;br /&gt;exactly&lt;br /&gt;*~ThE eXsTaSy Is NoT In ThE dRuG, iTs In ThE pErSoN~* says:&lt;br /&gt;point proven&lt;br /&gt;*~ThE eXsTaSy Is NoT In ThE dRuG, iTs In ThE pErSoN~* says:&lt;br /&gt;next question&lt;br /&gt;Chester says:&lt;br /&gt;lets say you blend one baby&lt;br /&gt;*~ThE eXsTaSy Is NoT In ThE dRuG, iTs In ThE pErSoN~* says:&lt;br /&gt;oh&lt;br /&gt;*~ThE eXsTaSy Is NoT In ThE dRuG, iTs In ThE pErSoN~* says:&lt;br /&gt;stfu&lt;br /&gt;*~ThE eXsTaSy Is NoT In ThE dRuG, iTs In ThE pErSoN~* says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Chester says:&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;Chester says:&lt;br /&gt;therefore the bones and what not are all liquified and baby-friendly....which is kinda backward when you think of it&lt;br /&gt;*~ThE eXsTaSy Is NoT In ThE dRuG, iTs In ThE pErSoN~* says:&lt;br /&gt;ur a sick individual&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-116427393207674070?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/116427393207674070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=116427393207674070&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/116427393207674070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/116427393207674070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2006/11/jughead-convo.html' title='Jughead Convo'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-115933945264680358</id><published>2006-09-26T23:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T23:44:12.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Face Kick B!tch!</title><content type='html'>Title means nothin but yo. I got some new toys so I've been keeping busy, quite busy. I didnt want to post here til I had some pics and I finally was able to get em up sooo. First up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/PC.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/PC.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;New Comp. This is what took up quite a number of days. I'm not used to having a completly new computer and had to download tons of crap to it to get it remotley close to comfortable. Moving files from my old CPU and I see nessary though I left all my pictures and home videos on the other. I want this to be a fresh start.&lt;br /&gt;XPS model btw. It's sexy.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/Monitor.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/Monitor.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It came with this equally sexy flat-screen monitor.&lt;br /&gt;Much props to mother for the splendiferous birthday present.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next we got the thing thats been taking most of my time as of late.  &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/360.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My lovely XBOX 360 which I bought with my own hard earned money. And boy is this thing a box of fun. Everything you loved about the old xbox (minus the old infinante hard drive space) and more. Tons of downloadable games, videos, and content. The ability to stream music and videos from portable devices and computers, Xbox Live is more inviting than ever, and some thing that is going to keep me coming back, Achievment awards. Meaning somethings you do in games will get you an award and points that others may see while viewing your gamer card. I just gotta get em all, thats how I am. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/360stuff.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/360stuff.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And of course I got the premium package because the other deal is just stupid. So it also came with 12-months of XBOX LIVE Gold, 20 Gb harddrive, a wireless controller, ethernet cable(that's long as hell), and a headset. It is truly a beautiful thing. I get to download demos of games coming out and play them while listening to my music off of my mp3 player. Then when I'm done with that I can stream of movie that I downloaded from my computer to my TV. PS3 better be as good as people are making it out to be. Even though I'm not buying it when its like $600 no matter how good it is.&lt;br /&gt;    Other than that life is good. I'm working on hoping on the next Drivers Ed class and seeing where I go from there. I pretty much have a big gap in my plans between Drivers Ed and College next year. I'm curious to know what's gonna happen.&lt;br /&gt; But anyway I would like to leave on this awesome note that you check out this video and have your gaming brain explode in its complexity and amazement.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/if3Qv2tHyfA"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/if3Qv2tHyfA" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-115933945264680358?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/115933945264680358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=115933945264680358&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/115933945264680358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/115933945264680358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2006/09/face-kick-btch.html' title='Face Kick B!tch!'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-115674380217641903</id><published>2006-08-27T22:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T22:43:22.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>18</title><content type='html'>Alright so...I am now 18. It's here. I'm a man now...well a young adult. I don't really wanna be, I still wanna chill at 17 but I suppose I dont have a choice. This opens up doors I could smoke if I wanted to, buy adult magazines if I felt like it, get drivers licence without taking drivers ed (which I think I'll take anyway) . I have a plan for the next 2 paychecks which is as far as I care to plan. First check goes to the 360, and the next will pay for Drivers Ed. Is adult Antoine different from teenager Antoine? Stay tunned to find out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-115674380217641903?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/115674380217641903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=115674380217641903&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/115674380217641903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/115674380217641903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2006/08/18.html' title='18'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-115536013237922648</id><published>2006-08-11T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T22:22:12.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You get a job!</title><content type='html'>Jeez, you'd think a person as boring as me would able to keep up with a simple blog. Ok happenings.&lt;br /&gt;I gotz mes a job. Target is my place of business. And now I can complain about busting my hump, workin for the man, and how those damn kids are too noisy at night. Actually Target isn't that bad and there's no point in complaining about something you got yourself into anyway. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/targettake2-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/targettake2-.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;First I was working flow which is the crew that gets to work at 3:30 in the morn, getting boxes off the trucks, moving them to the floor, ripping them open, and putting them on the shelves. I was doing the shelf work the first coupla days and let me tell, it's not as easy as it sounds. Many boxes with many items vs 1 boxcutter and you in 4 am mode. Then I got to work the backroom area. Taking boxes off the belt and stacking which is surprisingly hard when you other team mate who is supposed to be working on your side disappears every so often and the boxes are starting to be stacked higher than you are. It's kinda like real life tetris, execpt the boxes don't vanish when you do it right...they just keep piling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Our shift would end between 9:45 and 11:30 depending on if it was a good day or not. 15 minute breaks were in action and 30 minute lunch breaks if you work more than 6 hours. The store opens at 8 which is when everythongs supposed to be on the shelf but it never is, we have to move the boxes to the back of the aisles and keep working. When working at Target you must help a customer(or as we call em "guest") if you can help them find something, even if you don't know where it is. My first day on the job a lady asked me "Roach Spray"..............I'm sorry I don't know, I had been working all morning yet I had not seen the roach spray. She looked like she was about to go into a rant about Target employees when I inputed "It's my first day on the job" so she says "Oh ok, I'll give you a break then" bullet dodged there. It doesn't fail, throughout my working days, people continue to ask me about things that I have no clue where they are. There was even one incident where a couple asked where the hairdryers were. The first sign the caught my eye was small electronics. I did the math in my head, hairdryers are small and electric so I went with it. The man gave me an odd look, he said "Are you sure, I thought they'd be in the cosmetics aisle" and somewhere during this dialough his female partner had gotten past me with ninja like speed and told her mate that she had discovered them. They were in the aisle right behind me marked hairdryers....hmm. Well anyway, one day they came to me and had said that they had made a mistake. Due to my age, it is not legal for me to be working the hours that the flow team works. So they move me to carts, which sucks in comparison. Now I'm the guy who gets the carts outa their oversized parking lot. Houston heat is a humid bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Ok enough talk about work. Now that I'm making my own money I've been wanting to buy pricy toys, I knew it would happen and I said bring it. My first big buy was a pair of shoes because I got sick of having to put ducktape(that never stays) over the holes of my old pair.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://xbox.about.com/library/graphics/officialxbox360.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://xbox.about.com/library/graphics/officialxbox360.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And I think I made it worthwile. They are shoes I like, that I got from a skateboard shop, on sale. Who knows the value of a dollar. But that was child's play. For my next money disappearing act it shall either go towards a new processer for my dinosaur of a computer or one of those sketchy yet sexy and completly alluring XBOX 360. If I go for the processer it's run me about $160 if I go for the XBOX360 I have to get the $399 bundle because well...the $299 is just stupid.   And if I go for the XBOX360 I gotta hawk my XBOX and get the memory from one system to the other.&lt;br /&gt;But enough of what has been and what might be. I currently spend my days hanging with my friends, playing RETROMUD, Age Of Empires 3, watching anime, and learning to read music for guitars(not tabs, the real thing). I need to draw more though. I don't know how people get bored, honestly.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-115536013237922648?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/115536013237922648/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=115536013237922648&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/115536013237922648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/115536013237922648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-get-job.html' title='You get a job!'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-115319073493394023</id><published>2006-07-17T19:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-17T19:45:34.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So, what's new with you?</title><content type='html'>sgjlkdng and wut is up? Sorry for the lack of stuff(like its anything new) but I've been workin extra hard on trying to get a job for like the past 2 weeks and I think it might just have paid off. I believe that I have been hired at Target, I'm just waitin for the call to tell me when to go to orientation. As for my stupid UH Orientation story, well I could finish it, theres really not much left to say but gotta finish what I start right?(before I forget completely what happened the next day)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok where was I? Ahh, the dorm door. Ok, after departing my peers I stood in front of my dorm room door at 11:30 at night. I slid my key in and entered. Dark room. I flicked on the light and there is my fabled room mate, sleeping on his bed. As much as I didn't want to disturb his slumber, I still wanted to sneak in a shower before hitting the hay. My showering...tools were in my luggage so I tried tip-toeing over to it and of course, the floor creaks with every step.&lt;br /&gt;I don't know how many times anyone of you have been through a time where you must complete an activity while being as silent as possible but that is the time where everything is the loudest. And that is the time where you drop the hardest stuff on the hardest surfaces that you never would have dropped in an average situation.&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, I try to be as quiet as I can while unzipping my luggage and picking and choosing what is needed and what is not and of course he wakes up. I forgot what he said to me...or what I replied with but I assure you it was friendly. Now the shower sucked. I got in and turned it on, and waited for it to heat up. Soon I hop in...ICE COLD. I much have hit the wrong knob, turn that one off and the other one on...ICE COLD. I was confused and disgruntled. I tried different variations and combinations yet the answer remained the same. I figured forget it, and took it a man. Just one night right.&lt;br /&gt;Walk out, put stuff back into luggage and hit the light switch. Fumble around in the dark for my bed, grabbed my mp3 player and headed off to a musical dreamland....ok not that smooth. I usually dont go to sleep at 12 at night so I stayed awake until like 1:20 then drifted off. &lt;br /&gt;Oh ya, I remember one thing he asked me. "I got the alarm set for 6:15, is that cool?" I told him "Yeah".&lt;br /&gt;His alarm wakes me up and it must have rung for about 5 minutes before he turned it off. It was one of the most annoying alarms I have ever heard, and louder than a bitch with sore feet. It must have rang through the walls to other dorms. I contemplated walking over there and ripping it outa it's and was about to do it too. I sat up in bed when he hit the button of silent peace.&lt;br /&gt;he took a shower, I changed clothes and we left for breakfast. This is the first and last time I actually had a conversation with my temporary room mate. We talked on the way to the University building or whatever. He seemed like an ok guy. We talked about our majors, how we liked the school and the fact that he saw Jorge in Gladiator mode last night in the game room. Then we split.&lt;br /&gt;Damn, my story's lame yet it tires me to write it right now. So, to be continued...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-115319073493394023?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/115319073493394023/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=115319073493394023&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/115319073493394023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/115319073493394023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2006/07/so-whats-new-with-you.html' title='So, what&apos;s new with you?'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-115249193513821488</id><published>2006-07-09T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T17:38:55.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>BWHA?!@&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-115249193513821488?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/115249193513821488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=115249193513821488&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/115249193513821488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/115249193513821488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2006/07/bwha.html' title=''/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-115146959170143877</id><published>2006-06-27T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T22:28:07.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation pt2</title><content type='html'>Ok I'm back and charged up like the freakin energizer bunny. I dunno why but im in a writing mood tonight. Where did we leave off? The lovely Marie right? Ok, lets see here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and I parted ways and then I rememberd  I had a dreaded math placement test comming up. This test is meant to start you off in the right math for you. The reason its required for Engineers like me is because College Algebra doesnt do shit for your major. I might as well take a course a folk music because the real fun doesn't start til Calculus which would be next. That's one semester of an unnessasary class and you'll be a tad bit behind on your major. I'd rather be put in alegebra though because I need to brush up on my math anyway. If I'm lucky it'll turn out to be an easy A and I'll go into Calculas with greased gears. Not that I had a choice really. I bombed that test so hard you woulda thought it was world war II again. My test score was like "YOU MUST TAKE ALGEBRA 1300" fine, its what I wanted anyway...I just didn't know I wanted it so bad.&lt;br /&gt;Ok after ze test what did I do? Ahh yes the Thea thing. Registration for classes start the next day so everyone is advised to go to the student service center to check and see if they have STOPS on their record. With stops you aint registerin bitch. Unless you are exempt from the Thea you have to take it. I wasn't exempt so I did take. But it was oh so recently so I hadn't recieved my test scores to know if I passed. I figured maybe they have it on record. I get there and no scores. Damn not lookin good.&lt;br /&gt;Then it was back to our small groups, our leader said he might have been 10 minutes late but he never showed up at all. We just chilled in there for like 20 of the 30 minutes then left. After that it was dinner time. I dont eat dinner at 6, and I wasn't hungry, and the lines were full so I broke out. I went to the rec center to check it out. That bitch was off the chain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/UofH/Basketballcourt.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/UofH/Basketballcourt.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Big basketball courts, raquet/squash courts, WTFBBQ?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/UofH/racquetball.jpg"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/UofH/racquetball.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/UofH/racquetball.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; And the icing on the gym sock flavored cake? A freakin rock wall bigger than yo fat mamma&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/UofH/Rockwall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/UofH/Rockwall.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;. Hot damn these guys went all out. Not to mention the whole second floor full of workout equipment, their gigantic pool, their couple of multipurpose courts, and a Smoothie King right freakin there when you enter and exit. Sigh. I tired myself out with that one. One smoothie please. Much better.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, shall I continue with my story. I went here. Big fancy work out place. Took these not-so-fancy pictures. And then went back to watch white people climb the rock wall. Familar face number one. I kid by the name of Joel from my small group. He was climbing the wall. After he got down he came over and we chatted. Enter familiar face numero dos, a guy by the name of Jorge. Mr. Calculas as I call him because he took Cal 1 and 2 in high school and is going to start college on Cal 3. Gat Damn. Anyway, he came over and started admiring the wall. We chatted while Joel climbed. I told I was going to the game room after this and he said he was going too so he'll join me. After we found out the wall was just about closing we bounced. But not before picking up a smoothie. Jorge got talked into a Gladiator. Some energy drink...oh how that made a difference. I got a Carribean Way which was just a regular smoothie. On the way we caught up to this girl named Charlotte and her mom. They were going to the game room too.&lt;br /&gt;We got there, and wondered around for a bit. I dunno if I told you about this game room so I'll tell you now. Plenty of arcade games and pool tables, a couple of ping-pong tables, and a bowling alley with like 8 lanes. Me and Jorge played a round of some..fighting game and I beat him. It was both of our first times and I lost to the first cpu. He was feeling that Gladiator though. Even if he lost he was like "ARG I AM A MANLY MAN, I DRINK GLADIATOR!" and crap like that. We found Charlotte and her moms and they were just finishing up a game of pool. She asked us about a doubles game and by the time Joel had shown up. I didnt want to play with her moms so I declined but then she informed us that mommy had to leave so I was like ok, they needed me. I got teamed with Jorge...heh. He spent mos tof his time playing air guitar on his pool q&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/UofH/UHHomies.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/UofH/UHHomies.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ue along with the songs on the speakers and when his turn pops up he just hits the ball. Didnt try at all. Yet I won with him on my team twice. Charlotte was quite a competitior though. 3rd game we traded teammates and I got Joel and we won again. But that's where my lucky spree ended. Wilson came and took Joel's place. You do know who Wilson is right? He's a big asian guy who went to Hastings with me. We're cool with each other. I lost the next to game to Charlotte, who had Jorge on her team. I dont think I have to tell you who's who in the picture.&lt;br /&gt;Then we blew that popsicle stand. I kept jokin saying, "Party at Charlotte's dorm", but to my surprise we actually went back there. She was like "I'm not sure if my roommate will appreciate me bringing back 4 guys" but it was cool. We all basically chilled there and kept telling each other to keep the noise down. Jorge came off his hype slowy. It was a good atmosphere in there though. 11:30 rolled around and Joel's like "Well I think we better be going" and I had to agree. We have to get up early the next morning and I wanted to shower before I went to bed. Jorge stayed behind. So me, Wilson, and Joel went back to our rooms. I reached my door and remembered I havn't met my roommate. I was wondering who or what I'd walk in on.&lt;br /&gt;Well I've typed enough for now, I dont like having books for blogs so I'll end it here.&lt;br /&gt;To Be Continued...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/UofH/racquetball.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-115146959170143877?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/115146959170143877/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=115146959170143877&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/115146959170143877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/115146959170143877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2006/06/orientation-pt2.html' title='Orientation pt2'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-115121038109105548</id><published>2006-06-24T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T22:18:36.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Orientation</title><content type='html'>Alright I was having trouble deciding whether to do this in a relavence order or a sequencial order. I figured sequencial would be easier.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so I went to a 2-day orientaion at the University of Houston. The purpose of orientation is to get a good look around, learn about what is coming up in the fall, register for class, hear about your major, crap like that. So my brother dropped me off and it was just me and luggage on wheels to fend for ourselves. Well since I'm staying overnight I had to go register for a dorm room. There is no way anyone would take the hour drive(in light traffic) and go back for the 2-3 hour drive(regular traffic) when they could just stay over night. I brought my camera...for the memories and snapped on random picture on the way.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/UofH/walkway.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/UofH/walkway.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, this campus has a lot of greenery but I figured what campus doesn't...(HCC, I'm lookin at you) Oh and the campus is big. I mean huge. I tried to keep to my area, if I went exploring I might have gotten lost. I almost did on the way to dorm registration but I was luckly pointed in the right direction by a fellow...orientee? I call em that I guess.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/UofH/Taub.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/UofH/Taub.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Registered, was given a card and a key. Fancy high security doors on the from of the dorm need a card to get in and a key to get into your auto-locking room. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/UofH/Dormhall.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/UofH/Dormhall.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dorm was called Taub, and it was right across from the registration building.&lt;br /&gt;That's it right there. Well its the back of it but whatever. I had a first floor room in the first hall you see. Things are going pretty smoothly. So I go in and find my dorm room. Open it up and find this.(Well the luggage was mine) &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/UofH/dorm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/UofH/dorm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 beds, 2 desk, and a dresser. That's it that was in the room...if you dont count the big pipe going through the ceiling. it was a sprinkler system I believe. There was a big walkin closet, a door by the bed you see the next dormroom and 1 bathroom for the 2 dorms. Which is actually a pretty good deal considering freshmen usually start in this place called moody towers which has like 30 dormrooms on a floor and 1 bathroom for that floor. Ew. 2 beds, indicate a roomate who wasn't there. He'll make his appearance later. That's it, after my small exploration I put my stuff down and left for the actual registration.&lt;br /&gt;It went down at the University center which is basically the heart of UofH. I discovered that is roughly a 10 minute walk from my dorm to the university center, and my dorms actually pretty close. It's a big campus. I'll make the boring parts short. We got in lines according to last names and went through a room where they us a booklet full of crap and name tags. We were told to go to rooms that were on the sticker on the booklet. These rooms are where would meet our small group leaders and our small groups are a bunch of other kids who have a similar major. Mine was engineering so I got put in an engineering group. Our leader was this guy named Junius and the whole meeting was chill. He wasn't a teacher or anything, I'm pretty sure he was a student who was working for the campus. But ya chilled meeting, there plenty of laughs and stuff. Then we went to a real meeting where they'd talk to the whole orientation...or should I say, all the orientees. That was boring. I was nodding off constanly but I was in the front row(not by choice) so I had to keep it together. So I started drawing on my folder I brought. As the meeting broke off I saw my first blast from the past. A girl named Myrell and her boyfriend...whats-his-face I dunno. But they both went to my school. We chit-chatted a bit then we had to go. I never saw them again.&lt;br /&gt;So much for short. I need another picture here. Ahh perfect, lunchtime. At the meeting we learned that our card for the fancy smacy security door also doubles as a bit of a debit card. The school put $22 dollars on it and we could spend it at certain places. Mostly the food court. There I find a corner store, a cafe', a Wendy's, a Subway, and a Chick-Fil-a. Wow. Not only that but I also found lines around the corner.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/UofH/Wendys.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/UofH/Wendys.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; But I was hungry so I got in line and made my order. Tables were already full and so were the couches so I went outside. Those tables were full but there was a free bench. I took my seat and was about to open my bag and dig in. Next thing in know this dollface comes outa nowhere and askes me if I would like to come sit at her table. I looked where she pointed and it was full of girls. I was skeptical. I'm not the type of guy crap like this happens to. I declined, but then she took my bag and left me with only a drink. She said if you want it back you'd have to come sit with us and left for her table. Assesing my options i decided &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/UofH/Jackers.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/UofH/Jackers.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;what the hell. I went and took the seat she had reserved for me. Then she told the table a condesned version of her life story and how now she doesn't like to see people eat by themselves. How she got me was basically how she got all the other girls at the table. This is them-&gt; That guy came outa of nowhere just for the picture. Dollface is the one in the pink and her name is Whitney. Any apperently I was a little late with my lunch because the girls were already done when I was half-way through my ultimate bacon combo and they wanted to leave. Whitney ordered me to sit with the girl at the next table. Aye-aye cap'n. So they left and me the girl got better aquainted. Her name is Marie. She was cool and very friendly to a weirdo like me.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/UofH/Marie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/UofH/Marie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;- And thats her. We parted ways later. Alright that's all I feel like doing for now, part 2 later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:180%;" &gt;Aight chumps.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-115121038109105548?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/115121038109105548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=115121038109105548&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/115121038109105548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/115121038109105548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2006/06/orientation.html' title='Orientation'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-114939674712520035</id><published>2006-06-03T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-03T21:52:28.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outa The Pampers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/000_2548.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/000_2548.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;(my buddy Jimbo on the left and me on the right)&lt;br /&gt;Yes yes, I know I know. All of you are dying to here about my graduation experience. And by all of you, I mean...the one person that reads this...sometimes...half-heartily...Anyway, I did graduate. Was it the best moment of my life? ...meh. I mean, one of the highlights of my day was that I learned to tie a tie. I had to dress all fancy for some reason...we wear gowns over the clothes so I dont completely get it but whatever. And what's the deal with those hats. I mean who says,&lt;br /&gt;"These kids are made it out of school and they should have something smart and dapper to adorn their heads with. Take that cardboard square and make it attachable to the head. There, done. I'm off to lunch"&lt;br /&gt;It was cool finding my homies in the HUMONGOUS ROOM before we make our way into the main area and we talked like it was just another day. Except, more graduation jokes.&lt;br /&gt;My graduation class was over 700 people big and I had 12 people behind me. You see, they ordered us by last names and mine starts with a W. Bah. So it took forever to do anything and to top it all off. What's the icing on the cake? What's the mocking pinata at the party? What's the drunk man at your baptism? They said my name wrong. VERY WRONG. First and the last part of my last name. (You see I got a hyphenated last name so its like 2 names and ya)&lt;br /&gt;We got it on tape so I can relive it everytime, how great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then later that evening, My buddy Steve invites me over to celebrate. And I popped the top on my first bottle of booze. By the end of the night I had 5 empty bottles to my name and he was smashed. I was alright, I could walk straight and everything, which was good news to me cuz I was worried I might be one of those people who cant hold their alcohol. Not that I plan of doing it like crazy, the stuff was Budweiser and tasted like crap but its more of an overcomed challenge feeling combined with for my information. So where have I been for the last week. Well here and there. Nothin too special. Steve invited me over to more times, each time we were busting tops off of cans and he was determined to get me drunk so when we played drinking games we had to chug half the can. I did that with 3 cans and was still cool, and I also finished a 4th. Again, just good to know, I wasn't tryin to get drunk myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So in conclusion. I'm a big boy now....well almost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-114939674712520035?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/114939674712520035/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=114939674712520035&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/114939674712520035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/114939674712520035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2006/06/outa-pampers.html' title='Outa The Pampers'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-114852862301209886</id><published>2006-05-24T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-24T20:44:38.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Getting Closer</title><content type='html'>Alrighty shipmates, tomorrow is graduation freakin practice. That's right, I made it bitches. I've been chillin at the crib for the last couple of school days thanks to some handy-dandy exemptions and I'm about to graduate from high school entirely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FINALLY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I am sick and tired and tired and sick of school and it wasn't even that bad of a ride for me. I can't really complain. Not one fight or hideous mistake on the grades. I mean I've kept my record pretty much spotless but that's hard work too. I'm ready to put my feet up and relax for once without worrying about homework or projects or if its an A or B day. And I'll never have to worry about that again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://distance.uh.edu/about/cougar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://distance.uh.edu/about/cougar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;College doesn't really count as school because at college people dont care. You come or you dont, you get booted from class. You don't get truancy notices and calls to your parents. No detentions or sac or CLC or freakin tardy passes. No one cares if your getting your education or not, they just want to make sure you paid your tuition. Not to mention I've heard mostly good things about college life anyway.&lt;br /&gt;University Of Houston is where I plan to reside for the next 4 years? But not even really reside because I can't afford dorms but I'll manage. Those dorms may suck anyway, I hear freshmen get put in a place to where there's about 30 of one gender on a floor with 1 bathroom. Do I really want to share a bathroom with 30 dudes?&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, graduation is this Saturday so I guess I'll continue my rambles then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-114852862301209886?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/114852862301209886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=114852862301209886&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/114852862301209886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/114852862301209886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2006/05/its-getting-closer.html' title='It&apos;s Getting Closer'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-114671447535768803</id><published>2006-05-03T20:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T20:47:55.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ever try to make your own joke?</title><content type='html'>...So Pinocchio said, "Of course I have wood, I'm a real boy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And that's all I got&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-114671447535768803?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-114634240224724995</id><published>2006-04-29T13:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T13:26:42.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ya I am a wuss</title><content type='html'>IceDrgn4 (2:53:46 PM): hey wanna do something for me?&lt;br /&gt;jsfx88 (2:56:17 PM): what would that be&lt;br /&gt;IceDrgn4 (2:56:33 PM): go to www.lemonparty.com and tell me what you think&lt;br /&gt;IceDrgn4 (2:57:16 PM): oh&lt;br /&gt;IceDrgn4 (2:57:18 PM): wait&lt;br /&gt;IceDrgn4 (2:57:21 PM): its .org&lt;br /&gt;jsfx88 (3:01:13 PM): what the fuck man&lt;br /&gt;jsfx88 (3:01:16 PM): thats not cool&lt;br /&gt;IceDrgn4 (3:01:49 PM): what was it?&lt;br /&gt;jsfx88 (3:02:36 PM): man&lt;br /&gt;jsfx88 (3:02:39 PM): u suck&lt;br /&gt;IceDrgn4 (3:02:45 PM): what happened?&lt;br /&gt;jsfx88 (3:03:11 PM): man go find out for urself&lt;br /&gt;IceDrgn4 (3:03:36 PM): i dont want to&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-114634240224724995?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/114634240224724995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=114634240224724995&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/114634240224724995'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/114634240224724995'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2006/04/ya-i-am-wuss.html' title='Ya I am a 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-114628011891633640</id><published>2006-04-28T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T20:08:38.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blahblahblahblahblahblah</title><content type='html'>Why do people talk so much?!&lt;br /&gt;*Kicking and punching randomly at nothing making frustration noises*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-114628011891633640?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/114628011891633640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=114628011891633640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link 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src="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs10/i/2006/111/3/5/Limewire_by_IceDrgn4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;IMG SRC="http://ic1.deviantart.com/fs10/i/2006/111/9/f/Unexpected_by_IceDrgn4.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The apple one really happened to me&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-114573668797005081?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/114573668797005081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=114573668797005081&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/114573668797005081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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Proof</title><content type='html'>Gahdammit WTF! awwwww shit man. One of my favorite rappers and Eminem's right hand man died today so fuck whatever happened to me yesterday. Seriously, he and Em were my favorite part of D12 and now without him D12 pretty much through. I learned this while browsing Deviantart and I ran across this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.deviantart.com/deviation/31806447/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://tn3-2.deviantart.com/fs10/300W/i/2006/104/d/a/R_I_P_Proof_by_Spekta_.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the story according to &lt;a href="http://www.rollingstone.com/news/story/9747473/d12_rapper_proof_fatally_shot?rnd=1145326689343&amp;has-player=true&amp;amp;version=6.0.12.1348"&gt;Rolling Stone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-114532743824199277?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/114532743824199277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=114532743824199277&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/114532743824199277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/114532743824199277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2006/04/rip-proof.html' title='R.I.P. Proof'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-114524890409195488</id><published>2006-04-16T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T21:41:44.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bah</title><content type='html'>I'll tell you tomorrow&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-114524890409195488?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/114524890409195488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=114524890409195488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/114524890409195488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/114524890409195488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2006/04/bah.html' title='Bah'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-114461065754814683</id><published>2006-04-08T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T12:25:34.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote Of The Day</title><content type='html'>FUCK, MY PEANUTS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;                                     -Jimbo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-114461065754814683?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/114461065754814683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=114461065754814683&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/114461065754814683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/114461065754814683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2006/04/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote Of The Day'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-114385877116320605</id><published>2006-03-31T18:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T18:33:09.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And It's All True</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;14 Of Men's Oddest Quirks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By Dan Bova for Redbook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Men: We're big fans, truly we are. But every once in a while, we could use a little help understanding some of the bizarre things they think, say and do. Here, our intrepid guy reporter answers your burning questions about 14 of men's oddest quirks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Why won't he stop and ask for directions?&lt;br /&gt;You've all been there. "There" being nowhere near where you are supposed to be because the Magellan wannabe behind the steering wheel would rather drive around in circles, cursing at street signs for hours, than pull into a gas station and ask for help. But his resistance isn't merely macho - it comes from a primal, evolutionary place, explains Allan Pease, coauthor of Why Men Don't Listen and Women Can't Read Maps. "Men had to rely on spatial skills to survive - they needed to know where to throw the spear to hit the zebra running at high speeds. They also needed to remember how to get back home with the meat. So to have to stop and ask for directions is to admit you've failed at your number one evolutionary task!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other words, our big, fat egos are at stake -- even if the task at hand isn't exactly life-and-death. "If Columbus could find America, I feel like I should be able to find my niece's third-birthday party," says Rich, 35, a geologist from Miller Place, NY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Why is he obsessed with the Discovery Channel?&lt;br /&gt;Flip to the Discovery Channel at any given moment and you'll see people blowing things up, animals eating each other or men with ridiculous mustaches riding around on motorcycles. It's everything we wish we were doing instead of working from 9 to 5 every day (besides the getting-eaten-by-a-wild-jackal part).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Why does he love quickies so much?&lt;br /&gt;It's simple mathematics. Dudes experience spontaneous sexual hunger about twice as often as women, according to a study conducted at Oxford University. Add to that the fact that 30 percent of men experience premature ejaculation at some point in our lives, and you've got an equation for a quickie. Nick, 31, an actor from Braintree, MA, has a somewhat less scientific explanation for the male proclivity for fast-and-furious love: "More pleasure, less effort," he says. "It's like my favorite beer - tastes great, less filling."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Why can't he be bothered to wrap a present?&lt;br /&gt;So we think the store bag counts as wrapping paper. It's not because we're uncaring jackasses. As evidenced by many a single guy's apartment, where a $2,000 TV set can coexist happily with a coffee table fashioned from a cardboard box, attention to detail often eludes us. We see the big picture -- i.e., the gift -- but little finishing details like bows and ribbons seem superfluous and inconsequential.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And believe it or not, there is actually a lot of loving thought that goes into the lack of shiny paper and Scotch tape. "When I've bought my girlfriend something expensive from a fancy store, I want her to know that it's the real deal and not some knockoff I bought on the street," says Jimmy, 32, from Bowling Green, OH. "Giving it to her in the store bag proves it." And, really, isn't a pretty blue Tiffany shopping bag nicer to look at than something wrapped in three-year-old Christmas paper and duct tape?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Why can't he throw out those junky T-shirts from college?&lt;br /&gt;No, we don't think armpit-stained Guns N' Roses concert tees are the must-have item this fall. Two impulses make us hold onto those old shirts until they fall off our bodies: One is -- yes -- sentimentality. "This is where men and women are alike," says Nick. "This is the X in our XY chromosomes. Whenever I put certain old shirts on, I can't help but remember a game of touch football or the first hike I went on with my fiance while I was wearing that shirt." The other reason we can't part with our tees is that guys are, well, kinda lazy. Throwing something out requires effort -- and replacing it requires one of the most dreaded activities in a man's life: going to the mall. If it's comfortable and covers our torso to a reasonable degree, both our hearts and our shopping phobia will have us holding onto it for dear life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Why does he call his friends by rude nicknames?&lt;br /&gt;Your husband is on the phone with one of his buddies and just referred to him by a funny but foul name. Are they in the middle of a fight? Just the opposite, says Austin, 31, from New Orleans: "Only someone who loved us would say something that harsh to our face." Allan Pease explains, "Giving friends nicknames shows an emotional connection, but the filthy humor prevents it from being too emotional, which makes men uncomfortable."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Why does he **bleep** at chitchatting on the phone?&lt;br /&gt;It's all about hormones, says relationship expert John Gray, Ph.D., author of Men Are from Mars, Women Are from Venus. "Oxytocin, a hormone that reduces stress in women, is stimulated through communicating and collaborating. For men, testosterone reduces stress - and it's stimulated through solving problems and competition. Chitchatting is basically the opposite of accomplishing anything. It can actually lower a guy's testosterone levels, and he'll start feeling uncomfortable and bored."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Why must he repack the car when you fit everything in fine?&lt;br /&gt;Whether you are loading Costco loot for the short ride home or shoving suitcases in the trunk for a cross-country trek, there is one thing you can be sure of: Whichever way you cram everything in will be "all wrong." Why do guys insist that they're expert packers? "Well, typically a man is better at packing the car," laughs Gray. (Yeah, we men stick together like that.) "Most research reveals that men have a much more developed sense of spatial perception, which is what makes a person good at arranging things." And don't be fooled by those moans and complaints he makes about having to redo your alleged packing disaster. "We love the challenge," admits Nels, 34, a writer from Savannah. "It's like a life-size game of Tetris."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Why does he always think it is 20 degrees hotter than it really is?&lt;br /&gt;Some experts say men have a higher internal temperature. Others say that more body hair = warmer bodies. Whatever the reason, all guys agree: If you need to pile seven blankets on the bed every time the temperature dips below 68 degrees, keep them on your side of the bed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Why does he have a garage filled with power tools he never uses?&lt;br /&gt;Guys are born to love gizmos - literally. In a study of newborns who were given the choice of looking at a human face or a mobile, the majority of boy babies were more interested in looking at the whirling, twirling thingy than the adoring person making goo-goo faces. (Baby girls, conversely, preferred human interaction. Weirdos.) In addition to this apparently instinctive love of things that spin and buzz at the push of a button, many guys experience a kind of nostalgia when perusing the Black and Decker aisle at Sears. "It's often his attempt to live the fantasy of being the Man of the House," says Pat Love, Ed.D., author of The Truth About Love. We grew up seeing our dads and grandpas running around with hammers and monkey wrenches fixing (or making worse) whatever ailed the house. We want to be just like them, not some 21st-century wienie who's afraid to chip a nail. Having the tools on hand at least gives us the illusion of competence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Why doesn't he want to talk about his day when he gets home?&lt;br /&gt;"I just want to leave all the annoying crap of the day behind me and think about nothing for a while," says Jim, 31, a father of two from Beacon, NY. At the end of the day, men are tired of thinking, and, more important, we're tired of talking. "Studies show that women use 8,000 to 9,000 words a day. Men use 2,000 to 4,000 words a day on average," explains communication expert Allan Pease. "By the time they come home from work, they've used up their words. And women have 5,000 left to go."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Why can he remember the score of a baseball game played 10 years ago, but forgets his own mother's birthday?&lt;br /&gt;Sixty percent of men forget birthdays and anniversaries, compared with only 16 percent of women, according to one British survey. Are all guys idiots? (Don't answer that!) "Birthdays and anniversaries are linked to emotional events, which brain-imaging studies show that the male mind doesn't respond to as much as the female mind does," says Pease. On the other hand, as we've already seen, testosterone is what really soothes the male soul, and watching or competing in sports is one of the primary things that gets it pumping. "You hold onto those scores and memories because they make you feel good," John Gray notes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Why does he get jealous about a boyfriend from seventh grade?&lt;br /&gt;Bringing up an old flame, no matter how innocently, is a sure way to ignite the fires of jealousy in your guy's heart. Men, you may have noticed, can be incredibly competitive, and as Pat Love notes, "Talking about an old boyfriend makes him feel powerless. He's thinking, 'How can I compete with a memory?'" He can attempt to outwit - or, in the worst-case scenario, punch out - some guy he thinks is flirting with you at a bar, but there is nothing he can do about little Johnny Smith, who held hands with you on that field trip to the natural history museum. Man, we hate that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. What's up with all the lesbian fantasies?&lt;br /&gt;"Two words: No penises," says Jimmy. Truth is, in the pantheon of ridiculous sex fantasies floating around the male mind, one scenario reigns over all others: stumbling upon two women going at it hot and heavy, and being asked to join in the fun. And watching two porn actresses experience **bleep** after **bleep** with each other (they wouldn't fake it, right?) is the closest 99.9 percent of men not named Hugh Hefner or Dirk Diggler will ever get to living that fantasy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-114385877116320605?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/114385877116320605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=114385877116320605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/114385877116320605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/114385877116320605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2006/03/and-its-all-true.html' title='And It&apos;s All True'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-114317493594262913</id><published>2006-03-23T20:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T20:36:08.696-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm The Juggernaut Bitch</title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P8mXPtCZDd0"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P8mXPtCZDd0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="350" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't find this funny then there is something horribly &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;horribly &lt;/span&gt;wrong with you and you should see a doctor and a psychologist immediately....Go see a gynecologist as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-114317493594262913?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/114317493594262913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=114317493594262913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/114317493594262913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/114317493594262913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-juggernaut-bitch.html' title='I&apos;m The Juggernaut Bitch'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-114285186564776707</id><published>2006-03-20T02:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T02:51:05.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>o.O</title><content type='html'>So I woke up at 4 o'clock sharp this morning as you can see and I do not know why. There was NO reason to wake up that early and I am wide awake too. I cant go back to sleep. I fear I will get hit by the sandman in class, which unlike alot of people I know, is something I dont want to happen.&lt;br /&gt;Bah, what do the gods of sleep think I'll do with the extra time the bestowed on me before school...learn a dead language?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-114285186564776707?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/114285186564776707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=114285186564776707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/114285186564776707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/114285186564776707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2006/03/oo.html' title='o.O'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-114283012689443574</id><published>2006-03-19T18:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T20:48:47.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo Yo Yo</title><content type='html'>What it do people. I am caught in a loop so far, not much is happin but why would it be eh? Nothin happened for spring break and there is a party i didnt tell you guys about but its ok, theres not too much to tell except Ryan's a freakin idiot when he's wasted. Party's where you dont know anyone suck. Or maybe Im not social enough.&lt;br /&gt;Bah&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am looking for a job and it's harder than I thought it was. But the worst part of it is, the only reason i think i can get one is location and transportation. This side of town that I live on quite frankly is not looking for employees like me. Im not quite asian enough for a good amount of the places around here. And a kick in the face is on Memorial st. which is like 15 minutes away by car has all these now hiring signs up. I mean I counted like 6 just by driving by. Wtf.&lt;br /&gt;But I dont try and get a job there because the closest bus that goes there doesnt run on weekends....What if I have to work on a weekend and my moms at work...nrhjs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe I'll bitch about that some other time, schools gon be happinin in the morn so I best savor the last few breathes of spring break because this my last one...damn when I put it that way I wished I woulda made it more special...not that I know how...oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-114283012689443574?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/114283012689443574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=114283012689443574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/114283012689443574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/114283012689443574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2006/03/yo-yo-yo.html' title='Yo Yo Yo'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-114089531739651766</id><published>2006-02-25T10:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T20:13:39.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This One Goes Out To All The Ladies</title><content type='html'>Alright ladies this one is for you. Alot of people ask me,&lt;br /&gt;you got a girlfriend?&lt;br /&gt;My answer no.&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever had one?&lt;br /&gt;Again no&lt;br /&gt;Do you want one?&lt;br /&gt;not really&lt;br /&gt;Are you gay?&lt;br /&gt;No&lt;br /&gt;So why dont I want one, well I have three answers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.originalicons.com/images/icons/Dollz/Bitch%20Dollz/1110496021_2124111481.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.originalicons.com/images/icons/Dollz/Bitch%20Dollz/1110496021_2124111481.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;1. Girls are crazy, anyone I've known in a relationship has drivin to the point where they ask themselves and others questions only their girlfriend would know. Like "What does it matter?" or "Why?!" just to prove that we still dont understand what goes on inside a girls mentality. And I also say this cuz I have talked with girls and yes, they are crazy. There is so much that can go on revolving around one guy, while that one guy is unaware. You'd think they were getting a grade on it or something.&lt;br /&gt;2. I dont have any of the things I want before I try and land a girlfriend which would be a job, my own money, and a car. 2 outa 3 would be good enough but thats not the case. And I refuse to use my Moms money to buy my girlfriend things and take her places on the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.originalicons.com/images/icons/Dollz/Bitch%20Dollz/1109300117_1844136233.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.originalicons.com/images/icons/Dollz/Bitch%20Dollz/1109300117_1844136233.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;3.(and probably the most important one) Girls dont like me. And why should they? I have nothing remotly appealing about me. Im ugly as sin, my voice sounds retarded, and my face looks like armageddon hit it but thats just the beginning. But as you may not know, if a girl likes some guy that some guy would probably have a better chance of getting with said girl. And girls are so damn confusing and catty that you'd have to major in rocket science to know if they are attracted to you or not. But thats not enough, you also have to pass her test and maybe her friends test because girls like to test like math teachers.&lt;br /&gt;And this isnt a reason but its always in the back of my mind. Love is war. There are casualties and battle scars. The thought of putting my heart in someone else's hand and theirs in mine is a scary thought becauase anything that takes place after that can affect just how tightly they squeeze, and vis versa. Which goes aginst my emotional wall that I have learned to develop around my peers to prevent JUST that from happening.&lt;br /&gt;But girls are crazy and I still love them, so who knows whats gonna happen...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-114089531739651766?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/114089531739651766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=114089531739651766&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/114089531739651766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/114089531739651766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2006/02/this-one-goes-out-to-all-ladies.html' title='This One Goes Out To All The Ladies'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-114065904045076452</id><published>2006-02-22T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T17:44:00.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote Of The Day</title><content type='html'>Bitches Aint Shit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-114065904045076452?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/114065904045076452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=114065904045076452&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/114065904045076452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/114065904045076452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2006/02/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote Of The Day'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-113894487773457633</id><published>2006-02-02T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T21:34:37.753-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at it...it's sleeping</title><content type='html'>The reason I haven't been posting is pretty lame so I'll tell you anyway...I didn't have batteries for my camera...ya. Anyway, whats goin on now? Let's see, my camera is screwed for one.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/000_2024.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/000_2024.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;As you can see, some melting occured between the battery and the camera. The battery is no good now and the camera is questionable. I would still try to use them but unfortunatly, the idea of electronic objects spontaniously combusting with the fire and brimstone in my EYE makes me a little uncomfortable. Battries for this cam run about 50+ dollars so it may be quite a while before I get a new one. So what of our HCK video? No clue.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/000_2027.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/000_2027.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Mother came through on her promise and I have in my possesion a shiny new Fender Electric Guitar. Now Im not good at playing but I'm learning and thats the important part. Now the one and only problem I am having is that I dont have an amp. Amps run about as much as guitars and guitars arnt exactly cheap.&lt;br /&gt;Now Ryan has a amp that he is not using. I asked maybe last week if I could borrow it and he said yes...I still do not have the amp. But anyway I still enjoy playing it without it, its still good.&lt;br /&gt;Skateboarding news&lt;br /&gt;I got one of my bushings replaced which if you know anything about the anatomy of skateboards you'll know they have 4. These 4 are supposed to work in harmony. I got one replaced with one that is completly opposite from the other 3. Its hard. Now my nose trucks are loose and my tail truck is tight which doesnt seem too bad except I have to relearn those durn tre-flips. But a good thing about today is I landed my first 50-50.&lt;br /&gt;Yay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-113894487773457633?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/113894487773457633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=113894487773457633&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113894487773457633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113894487773457633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2006/02/look-at-itits-sleeping.html' title='Look at it...it&apos;s sleeping'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-113862397230067262</id><published>2006-01-30T04:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T04:26:12.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dilettante Engaged</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://dilettante-engaged.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dilettante Engaged&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I should start reading this...its looks....Intriguing&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-113862397230067262?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://dilettante-engaged.blogspot.com/' title='Dilettante Engaged'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/113862397230067262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=113862397230067262&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113862397230067262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113862397230067262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2006/01/dilettante-engaged.html' title='Dilettante Engaged'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-113816780569046925</id><published>2006-01-24T21:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T21:43:25.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Darn it</title><content type='html'>I tried to ollie a flatbed for the first time today and fail miserably. And just when I was actually getting the hang of it some old guy came around rambling about how we can get hurt and stuff so I left. My ass hurts, it feels like I just been gangbanged by 7 convicts in a prison somewhere between lower Kansas and upper Oklahoma. I'm tired, I'm going to bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-113816780569046925?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/113816780569046925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=113816780569046925&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113816780569046925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113816780569046925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2006/01/darn-it.html' title='Darn it'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-113739563448722270</id><published>2006-01-15T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T23:14:46.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Snap</title><content type='html'>Im learnin tricks by the week!&lt;br /&gt;So far this has been a good year.&lt;br /&gt;This is what I've been workin on lately:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;360 Flip&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Switch Pop Shove-It&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Big Spin&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;50-50&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Front-side Boardslide&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Casper&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;And I guess Casper Flip, I gotta think about that one&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; SWEET!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-113739563448722270?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/113739563448722270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=113739563448722270&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113739563448722270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113739563448722270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2006/01/oh-snap.html' title='Oh Snap'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-113726748430769147</id><published>2006-01-14T11:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T11:38:04.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Up-date</title><content type='html'>Alright, ya Im still here, I havent forgot bout you peeps. For the most of this month I've been chillin, Ryan had to move and Ralph moved so I back to being the only one left just like my last complex, but I dont think I'll be moving all that soon. I think my moms gonna wait til I finish High School. My year book pictures suck cuz I'm one ugly mofo, and I think I'm slowly losing contact with my fellow skaters. Especially since weed became part of their daily diet, sometimes they just cant skate unless they're high. Friggin weirdos. Not all of em, just a select few.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/000_1915.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/000_1915.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My A.C.T. scores came back but I had to hire a freakin Goverment Employed Decoder to read it and I still dont understand it fully. Appreantly on a scale of 1-32 I got a 21...is that good...I think it's average...but theres no real way to say...They grade you in comparison to everyone else or somethin. Either way I'm pretty sure I passed so whatever. Alright I think that's all the updates I got so far...oh the guitar date has been set at Jan.26.2006. I dont like setting dates for things cuz they have an ironic habit of changing right when you are all hyped up about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"Dont toy with my feelings father time"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-113726748430769147?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/113726748430769147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=113726748430769147&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113726748430769147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113726748430769147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2006/01/up-date.html' title='Up-date'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-113666766478276667</id><published>2006-01-07T13:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T13:01:04.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>One Of Many</title><content type='html'>Cults I Am In&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://community.nokiaunwired.com?linkpost.php?id=2778"&gt; &lt;img src="http://community.nokiaunwired.com/admin/oneadmin/_files/photogallery/1745/banners//ban4.jpg" alt="Unwired Banner" border="0" width="446" /&gt; &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click it...You Know You Want To&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-113666766478276667?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/113666766478276667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=113666766478276667&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113666766478276667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113666766478276667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2006/01/one-of-many.html' title='One Of Many'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-113604402921638289</id><published>2005-12-31T07:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T07:47:09.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tre Flippin Into The New Year</title><content type='html'>For those of you unfamiliar with skateboarding jargon, a tre-flip is a 360 flip which means the board does a 360 spin with a flip thrown in there. Here it is what it looks like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ramprage.com/images/articles/tricktips/360flip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.ramprage.com/images/articles/tricktips/360flip.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes It's a pretty mind boggling trick I still kinda down understand. Well I landed a couple just yesterday and my homies gave me props so I guess I'm doin something right. There hard, and weird but I wanna get them down even better. It is my new finishing move in skate I beat 2 people with it. Of course I cant do them over table and such....Yet :D I'll try an get them on video for you guys&lt;br /&gt;As for New Years...I think I've done a good job this year so I just wanna keep on keepin on although...06 is probably gonna be the change and turning point of many things...Its one dark and blurry year I'm going into. School is ending for me, that will be my last year....&lt;br /&gt;...To be continued&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-113604402921638289?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/113604402921638289/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=113604402921638289&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113604402921638289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113604402921638289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/12/tre-flippin-into-new-year.html' title='Tre Flippin Into The New Year'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-113584282300987165</id><published>2005-12-28T23:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T23:53:43.060-08:00</updated><title type='text'>How Were My Holidays?</title><content type='html'>Well since I have no photos to coat this post with I'll try to keep it short.&lt;br /&gt;Me and my brother made the best damn turkey I ever ate. Meat was literally falling off the bone. You go to pick up a drumstick and half the meat on it would just fall off. It was very very good, especially for our first time making turkey.&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the present exchange a.k.a. drug deal. Me, mom, and bro were gonna go exchange presents with my aunt and her kids like we usually do. First we got lost looking for my cousins apartment and then it turns out they weren't even there so we met up a Texaco for whatever reason and exchanged presents there. I swear it looked like a Holiday Drug Deal.&lt;br /&gt;And then there's the Walkers, always an interesting experience when we go over their house. Mr. Walker is one of those real cool, energetic, old guys who if you talk to you forget how old he really is. We walked in on him plyin guitar, but he wasn't just playin. He was killin that thing without even trying, he's at that stage where he can play by ear and such. He's been gettin bootleg movies for 10 years and knows what he's doin. My bro came for 3 movies and ended up leavin with 32, and I sh*t you not, it did not put a dent in his collection. He said he could just reborn them because it's on the hard drive.&lt;br /&gt;He made a quote about receiving multimedia files from the internet for free that made sense to me so I'll share it with you.&lt;br /&gt;"Downloading from the internet is like going outside and breathin in the smell of your neighbor's BBQ, you're already out there and if its in the air you might as well breath it in."&lt;br /&gt;But he doesn't sell, he knows that where the law steps in.&lt;br /&gt;I got some stuff, nothin too fancy, but Moms says I can get a guitar in January. SWEET :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that short enough?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-113584282300987165?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/113584282300987165/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=113584282300987165&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113584282300987165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113584282300987165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/12/how-were-my-holidays.html' title='How Were My Holidays?'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-113583845514618927</id><published>2005-12-28T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-28T23:58:29.470-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You Can Dance If You Want To</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed src="http://www.ifilm.com/efp" quality="high" bgcolor="000000" name="efp" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="flvBaseClip=2685371" align="center" height="265" width="328"&gt;A clip from a movie called &lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Grandma's Boy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;Which I think is gonna be hilarious. It's produced by Adam Sandler so you know it packs funny. It'll hit theaters on Jan 6th so go see it!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-113583845514618927?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/113583845514618927/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=113583845514618927&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113583845514618927'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113583845514618927'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/12/you-can-dance-if-you-want-to.html' title='You Can Dance If You Want To'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-113521327177578089</id><published>2005-12-21T17:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T17:03:25.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Insufficient Rambles</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://maniacsrose.blogspot.com/"&gt;Insufficient Rambles&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend Kasey's blog. YOUSE A STAR NOW GURL!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-113521327177578089?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://maniacsrose.blogspot.com/' title='Insufficient Rambles'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/113521327177578089/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=113521327177578089&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113521327177578089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113521327177578089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/12/insufficient-rambles.html' title='Insufficient Rambles'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-113518890185690139</id><published>2005-12-21T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-21T10:15:01.900-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AHH MY CAM...AGAIN</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2720/1358/1600/icecreme.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2720/1358/320/icecreme.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My video cam is messed up. It takes distorted and discolored footage...arg. I think it's getting old. Right in the mistd of creating out skatevideo too. Oh what to do?&lt;br /&gt;I haven't felt like writing lately so that stupid review or anything else might take some time to get on here....PARTY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-113518890185690139?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/113518890185690139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=113518890185690139&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113518890185690139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113518890185690139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/12/ahh-my-camagain.html' title='AHH MY CAM...AGAIN'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-113429022982275494</id><published>2005-12-11T00:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T00:38:52.830-08:00</updated><title type='text'>AVP Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://d.aerno.com/bvk-orig%28avp%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://d.aerno.com/bvk-orig%28avp%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To start things off, long rant short, the A.C.T.s sucked. They don't give you enough time to finish a section so I don't know how it is supposed to be accurate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AVP&lt;br /&gt;Geek movie&lt;br /&gt;Not in a bad way, it's just one of those movies that lead to geeks high fiving during trailers and AVP commercials. I on the other hand had not seen any Alien movies or Predator movies so I wasn't so stoked about it. The movie isn't for loyal fans only anyway, anyone can understand what's going on. The Predators came to earth for another riveting game of kill that damn Alien, and humans are used as wombs so these little critters can finally grow to a age worthy enough to be slaughtered at.&lt;br /&gt;The movie itself was not bad. Nothing to cheer about, not even that good of an action movie. But it's still pretty good, and that's all I have to say. GOTCHA, haha, you thought I'd have like a 5 page essay on this thing didn't you, suckers. Anyway...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Overview&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;+ Not bad special effects&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;-Less than stellar cast&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;+Silly yet entertaining Alien vs. Predator fights&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;-Alien birth...up close&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;+Human playing charades with a Predator "It's a bomb!"&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;-Humans are damn near powerless to both of em, except the black chick, she was tough&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;+Predators also do tattoos&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;-The coolest predator dies...ya I said it.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;  &lt;/ul&gt; So it all adds up evenly, go see it, don't, I don't care. Coming soon, House Of Wax review.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-113429022982275494?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/113429022982275494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=113429022982275494&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113429022982275494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113429022982275494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/12/avp-review.html' title='AVP Review'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-113419366462906687</id><published>2005-12-09T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T21:49:51.540-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A.C.T. A Fool</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/000_1824.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/000_1824.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta take the A.C.T.s tomorrow suckers. Am I ready? Will I pass? Why should you care? I don't know but for some reason I feel good about it. I'm kinda anxious, but I know that will probably transform into it's evil twin, the bad anxiety when I have to go to the testing center tomorrow morning at 8:00 Am. I mean, if I blow it, that's $43 down the drain, and now UofH will have my bad score. Good thing is it's at Hastings, so I can just walk. I dunno when to go to sleep. How early should I wake up? What am I asking so many questions? Coming up, that AVP Review, stay tuned!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-113419366462906687?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/113419366462906687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=113419366462906687&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113419366462906687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113419366462906687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/12/act-fool.html' title='A.C.T. A Fool'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-113272837887574206</id><published>2005-11-22T22:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-22T22:46:18.896-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No offence but that was pretty cool</title><content type='html'>Look, I know what you want, you want my review on AVP and House of Wax, I know this. Because my reviews rival the legendary thumbs of Ebert and that other guy but listen....I saw a car on fire, and it was pretty cool. I mean &lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;BAM!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/Burningcar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/Burningcar.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I wanted to get closer but you know, cars have gas tanks and I haven't been invincible to explosions since that hilarious trip to Germany, so I tried to keep my distance. Me and my good buddy Steve were skateboarding down the street when we saw the smoke. So we did what any young, healthy, and intelligent young adult would do if he saw smoke, we ran towards it. Going only as fast as our boards would let us we arrived to the scene. We watched and took pictures, a lot of pictures. But for you losers, I'm only gonna put two on here.&lt;br /&gt;We don't know why this car was on fire, it's clear it started on the inside, that's all we know. The fire truck arrived on the scene and put an end to this automobon fire. They even banged the car up some, why? I don't know. But here's how it looked afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/Afterfire2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/Afterfire2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;That was the closest shot I got before the nearby fire man barked at me to get away. But as you can see the car is toasted like a boy scout's smore. So for the dude who owns this car: No offence but that was pretty cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-113272837887574206?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/113272837887574206/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=113272837887574206&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113272837887574206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113272837887574206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-offence-but-that-was-pretty-cool.html' title='No offence but that was pretty cool'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-113237814411515837</id><published>2005-11-18T20:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-19T09:26:33.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No, I'm Not Cold Dammit!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/000_1668.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/000_1668.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a blood drive at our school today and I signed up for it. Go figure, not even I would expect me to do it but I did it. It was set for 8:45 this mornin and I went. They escorted me to one of the buses and I started getting nervous. There isn't much room in the bus but there were those bench seat like things like on the metro, for old people. They give you this one page front and back questionnaire thing to fill out. There must be some freaky people who go out for blood drives because some of those questions are pretty interesting. Lots of sexual activities one can attend that would affect his/her blood. Lucky me those weren't a problem. They weighed me and took my blood pressure. They pretty much took every precaution they can short of printing out my H.M.O. They pricked my finger and they squeezed blood out to test the iron, I had no clue what my blood floating around in a container of blue liquid means but I trust these guys. They wear blue and have name fancy I.D.s&lt;br /&gt;Then they gave me some pouches, like 2, which scared me because these pouches were bigger than caprisuns, and told me to tell another staff member. They had these beds so patients can lie down while they are being drained. A guy asked me which arm I wanted, I said I didn't care, he sat me down on the left. Which meant my right arm would be stuck, that's my good one man. He strapped the arm and told me to squeeze this little plush ball thing and then he started tapping my arm, looking for the vein with the goods. When he found he unstrapped it and got down to business. I'm not gonna lie, it hurt. I wasn't crying, hell I didn't even say ow, but I'm not gonna tell you it didn't hurt. He told me to squeeze the ball every 5 seconds and went off to do something else. Now I didn't really pay attention to what he was doing, but he'd come back and put some blood from the bag into some test tubes. It took longer than I expected. I coulda read like 4-5 pages of my book while this was goin on, but reading didn't occur to me til near the end, I only got a page and a half.&lt;br /&gt;Once done he pulled out the needle, put some cotton on the hole and gauzed it up. He advised me on no doing strenuous activity and asked me if I was light headed or felt cold. We were done. They directed me to the front of the bus where there would be cookies and drinks waiting. There were bags of 2 big cookies, I got the chocolate chip one and it was gooood. And I got a sprite. The guy up front asked me if I was cold or dizzy like 3 times, I kept telling him no. I understand why they asked but he explained anyway. Long explanation short, if I try and do to much I would probably faint and they wanted to know how close I was to fainting before I stepped off the bus. The class that was helping the blood drive were escorting kids to their classes afterwards. This girl named Jennifer was mine and she was nice. She carried my backpack and walked with me to the library. Although she did ask me if I felt dizzy or lightheaded. She'd hold the door for me and everything, and when we reached our destination she advised me about heavy lifting and strenuous activity and went on her way. I found afterwards I'd get tired easy. It's to be expected. And for a short while after my right hand was discolored but I asked around and they said it was normal. I felt weird all the way &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/000_1667.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/000_1667.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;til I went home, but now I feel good.&lt;br /&gt;I had to stay in all day, believe me, skateboarding is strenuous. But it's no biggie I don't get bored easy. I went through my day easy. Would I do it again....I don't see why not.&lt;br /&gt;They also gave me a t-shirt for my good deeds :)&lt;br /&gt;I dont know about you but this shirt kinda freaks me out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-113237814411515837?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/113237814411515837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=113237814411515837&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113237814411515837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113237814411515837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-im-not-cold-dammit.html' title='No, I&apos;m Not Cold Dammit!'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-113228050036683242</id><published>2005-11-17T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T18:21:42.103-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Party</title><content type='html'>Alright first up. Me and Ryan were going to Chris Coleman's house to chill and so Ryan can waddle in a puddle of sorrows and alcohol. This guy didn't even have the nerve to invite me though. He called Eddie and asked him if he was commin right in front of me. So when I put my foot down he was like "Oh do you want to come?".... Anyway, Eddie didn't go so it was just me and him gettin lost in Katy lookin for Chris Cloleman's house at like 10:00 at night.&lt;br /&gt;Ryan told me of a time where he just might have, maybe, drove into a KKK meeting and being black that was a most unfortunate thing to happen and didn't make he fact that we were lost any easier to swallow. So we called Chris again and got back on track. Picked him up and then was the infamous question that every young person ask when they meet up with friends "So what do you wanna do?". Ryan mentioned his yearning to waddle and Chris said he was fresh out of puddles. Are you following me?&lt;br /&gt;So Chris started calling his contact to see if we could chill wit them and no one could. Jennifers name came up which is someone they both know and I've only heard of and they called her. She's at a party, ideal. We say we're commin and we're not taking no for an answer, not that she said we can't of course. It was goin down in a hotel room. We made it and I walked in and I'm not sure what ran through my mind. Given I've never been to a party like this before and I know that is was not gonna be like it's on the teenage movies where someone invites some friends to their house and 78% of the school shows up and everyone has a big crazy blast. If any of those went down I was not in that 78%. Now I was at a smaller version of that...Maybe not since it was Jen's party. Anyway, I walked in and saw smoke....Then people behind the smoke, and then empty alcohol bottles behind them. Clearing we missed he best parts if there were any. Ryan and Chris dove right in since they were familiar with some of the members, I didn't know anybody so I silently took the roll of Doorman. The hotel room door locks by it self when closed so someone needs to open it right. People were just talkin, a guy was already paced out and the only of noise was the Adult Swim on the telly. So I tried to watch that from the dark corner of the room I was in. Course, it was hard to hear over the conversations of the party animals but I use that term loosely. It was more a social gathering than a party. Chris and Ryan started taking shots with other people. Alcohol wasn't my thing. I've never had it and I'll be damned if my first time I make an ass of my self in front of people I don't know. I mean I kinda wanna come to the next one.&lt;br /&gt;Soon this guy, who was already pretty drunk pulled me aside and told me this sad tale of a life story which I pretty much nodded to. I think he expected me to know of the stuff he was talkin about, but whateva. Later I work my way over from the large AC radiator thing to the bed(which wasnt a big trip). Now I've always had a theory that drunk people can be funny or assholes. This girl was one of the funny ones. Stupid funny though. She'd laid on the bed and would roll when she talks to people. When she looks up at me she almost rolls off the bed but since my leg was already at the side it caught her. Her head on my leg, she starts trying to poke me in the face. I dunno about you but I don't like to be poked in the face so I move. Whenever I moved she would laugh....Like it was funny. Her friend comes over to get her and she tries to show her how I move and her friend says "Of course he moves, he's animate" which I thought was pretty hilarious but maybe it was all the second hand smoke (keep in mind there was no weed). Later on I've seemed to work my way to the kitchen area where I discovered that Ryan and Chris were drunk. They're pretty funny too.&lt;br /&gt;Later still, somehow a freestyle battle breaks out between Ryan and Mr. Sad Life Story and it was pretty good. Although no one else in the room seemed to enjoy it. Ryan freestyles pretty smoothly when he's drunk and the other guy's a spiritual and stuff. Moving deeper into the night, Sad tale bites Ryan on the neck even though Ryan protested against being bitten and it seemed to have hurt him. It was supposed to be one of those good feeling bites or somethin. We leave and that's when Chris gets all heated. Turns out Sad Tale was trying to come on to him during the party and Ryan was still pretty pissed about the whole Dracula reenactment so we turned back. They wanted to kick his ass, Chris wanted it the most. Masculinity on the line, they made a game plan. Since they can't just walk in and start wailing on the guy they decide that Chris will take him into the bathroom to talk. If they don't come out in 10 seconds Ryan would hop in and double team the poor sap. I was on car detail since I had nothing against the guy and had something against pointless violence. When Ryan goes in to the bathroom I'm supposed to start the car.&lt;br /&gt;We reenter the scene and the guys pretty wasted. He couldn't even stand straight but Chris still took him into the bathroom. Ryan didn't even wait 10 seconds before knocking on the bathroom door. Chris called him off and Ryan waited outside with whatever was left at the party. Everything worked out pretty well, no blood was shed but apparently Mr. Sad Tale told a longer sadder tale to Chris than he told me. By the time we we're leaving it was a little past 5 AM. Recapping on the way to Chris house and back home to Houston we rode. Keep in mind other stuff happened at that party, but I feel these are the things worth telling....I also feel this has stretched out long enough and I'm tired of typing.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the lack of pictures but to short notice and the fact that my camera was out of batteries I couldn't take any. I'll try to be ready next time for you guys aight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-113228050036683242?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/113228050036683242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=113228050036683242&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113228050036683242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113228050036683242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/11/party.html' title='The Party'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-113220526410451234</id><published>2005-11-16T21:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-16T21:27:44.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let there be BLOG!</title><content type='html'>I swear, the Gods of blogging are aginst me. I've been trying to write this blog on a recap of this party I went to but I never seem to have the time. I gotta go to bed soon now you know. And I also just saw House of Wax and AVP and want to give them and overview....darn it all&lt;br /&gt;WHY HAST THOU FORSAKEN ME?!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-113220526410451234?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/113220526410451234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=113220526410451234&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113220526410451234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113220526410451234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/11/let-there-be-blog.html' title='Let there be BLOG!'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-113098627685384431</id><published>2005-11-02T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T19:09:04.016-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Birth review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://media.movieweb.com/galleries/1072/posters/poster1_full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://media.movieweb.com/galleries/1072/posters/poster1_full.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw the movie Birth recently and here's what I think.&lt;br /&gt;C+&lt;br /&gt;The movie is incredibly slow moving, even the intro will have a question naggin at you. For me it was...&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;aren't there supposed to be some credits to accompany this long scene&lt;/span&gt;...It's not funny, it's not scary, it's not violent, hell there is not even any nudity unless you count Danny Huston's butt. Whoever directed this movie liked close ups. There is this one close up on Nichole Kidman's face that has to have been about 3 minutes long. The best thing this movie offers is awkward moments and questions on your brain which sooner or later will get answered for the most part. (And potential MST3K adlib ops for your pleasure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;ul&gt;   &lt;li&gt;+ Acting&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;- Movie's Pace&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;- Cameron Bright's weird face&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;+ Cameron Bright's cool voice&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;+Weird suspense&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;-potential pedophilia&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;+Reincarnation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;+Nicole Kidman in a tub&lt;/li&gt;   &lt;li&gt;Nicole Kidman in a tub with Cameron Bright wtf?&lt;/li&gt; &lt;/ul&gt; There you have it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-113098627685384431?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/113098627685384431/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=113098627685384431&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113098627685384431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113098627685384431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/11/birth-review.html' title='Birth review'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-113070434973939707</id><published>2005-10-30T12:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T12:33:07.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Chamon baby</title><content type='html'>Two of many reasons why Saturday night was a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;GOOD&lt;/span&gt; night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/icedrgn4/Sledge.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/icedrgn4/Sledge.gif" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3: Sledge hammer&gt; my crappy board&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.geocities.com/icedrgn4/ryanbail.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.geocities.com/icedrgn4/ryanbail.gif" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#28: Ryan learns about gravity&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-113070434973939707?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/113070434973939707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=113070434973939707&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113070434973939707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113070434973939707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/10/chamon-baby.html' title='Chamon baby'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-113056681876282831</id><published>2005-10-28T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-28T23:20:18.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes of Oct/28/05</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;"The love for evil is the root to all money"-Ndi&lt;br /&gt;We were going over the 7 sins in English class today. When we got to greed there was that famous quote and here is Ndi's version. I think is hilarious and gave him his props for it.&lt;br /&gt;Day in short&lt;br /&gt;Jammed wit Jimbo&lt;br /&gt;Met up wit the gang&lt;br /&gt;Got left behind at Wal-Mart/Lubys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But this is the most interesting part. We were skating this area not to far from where I live. This kinda slope where the cars come up off the street into the parking lot. Jeff hit a parked car and the alarm went off. We scramed next door to some day-care building and starting skating there. Then out of no where, in the dead of 8:30 4 gunshots went off at this distant apartment complex that. The only thing that separated the daycare center place from those apartments was a little bayou which was too close for comfort. The first one sounded like a firecracker but the following 3 enlightened all of us of what it truly was. Ryan busted it out running and we followed, hopped in the car and left to skate somewhere else. Which brings to my next quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a messed up time period when gun shots go off in our area and we just make jokes about it"-Ryan&lt;br /&gt;Cuz we sho were, especially Ryan...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-113056681876282831?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/113056681876282831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=113056681876282831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113056681876282831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113056681876282831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/10/quotes-of-oct2805.html' title='Quotes of Oct/28/05'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-113012818369927698</id><published>2005-10-23T21:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T21:38:37.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"A History Of Violence" Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.rottentomatoes.com/images/movie/custom/85/10004385.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.rottentomatoes.com/images/movie/custom/85/10004385.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw A History Of Violence this weekend and here's what I think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;C&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, with a title like that, I expected a movie that would indicate an overall message about the world's history of violence, even if it is through a small town. But that wasn't the case. This one man has a history of violence. Now, this movie is very very very slow moving. If no one is fighting or having sex then it is not too interesting looking. Everyone talks in hushed tones and all the funny snappy lines are given to his son(played by Ashton Homes). But the best actor award goes to Maria Bello, just for her good acting.&lt;br /&gt;Now as one can expect, the parts where the movie is violent, is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;violent&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;A sound of anguish, disgust, or surprise is pretty much guaranteed to come out of your mouth while watching. But those are too quick and spaced apart to a point where the movie gets boring again. The story is intriguing though easy to guess. If you didn't read from the title then you'll defiantly catch it when the guy with the weird eye comes in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Overall&lt;br /&gt;+&lt;/span&gt;Good and painful fight scenes&lt;br /&gt;-Slow story telling&lt;br /&gt;+Ashton Homes lines&lt;br /&gt;-Heidi Hayes's pointless role&lt;br /&gt;+Sex scenes&lt;br /&gt;+ or - Viggo Mortensen's butt (personally I'd go for the "-")&lt;br /&gt;-No big fight scene&lt;br /&gt;-The ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do the math people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-113012818369927698?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/113012818369927698/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=113012818369927698&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113012818369927698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/113012818369927698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/10/history-of-violence-review.html' title='&quot;A History Of Violence&quot; Review'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-112936131687524441</id><published>2005-10-15T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-15T13:05:04.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oversized Nutshell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/snapshot20051015135403.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/snapshot20051015135403.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pretty long day today, but not much to report. Homecoming is coming up but I aint goin. First off there was this whole date deal but when I thought about it it seemed really lame. I live across the street from school and I don't have a car. What, I'll meet her there? Nah I'm cool. I can't even dance. But back to today.&lt;br /&gt;We all meet up at Ryan's parking lot area per usual and chilled alot. Played hackysack and stuff, we couldn't skate too much because it's not allowed in the apartments. Then someone decided we should go the the ledge and I just went cuz I was tired of waiting and then after a few minutes of skating there by myself Ryan showed up and we skated. Then Moses came, then Eddie, then he left, then Jeff came, then Jose came, the everyone else came (except Johnny) and me and Ryan left to go pick-up his cousin so she can go to the homecoming game with his brother. On the way we had a lovely conversation about the future and the past on the way.&lt;br /&gt;After we found the room of cheese called the southwest entrance through the maze of a parking lot they had set up there. We called the crew and found out that Eddie went home because Jose and Andy were going to the movies. But on the way back to the ledge we saw them walkin and picked them up, turned out they werent goin to the movies.&lt;br /&gt;We went to Mcdonalds then back to the ledge. Skated then took Moses home. Then we went to the homecomming game so the guys can climb up on the walls containing the dumpsters for free seats while I chilled in the car and fell back in to nostalgia with my 2 year old CDs. I dont like watchin sports. Then we went to go pickup Eddie again and then Ryan had to take his brother and cousin home and me, Jose, Jeff, and Andy decided to stay back because we all wouldn't fit in the car.&lt;br /&gt;We just went to the 3 stair and skated for like 5 minutes before the security man kicked us out. We went to the back for some water then I started heading back across the street, but they went back to the 3. Me and the security gaurd had long talk about his job and how we should leave while they were skating. Then we left and went back to McD's. Ryan came back soon afterwords, then straight back to that infamous ledge. It wasn't until the guys thought about it that they realized...They have no where to go. So we went to Fun-plex. Bad atmosphere there, nobody knew what they were doing in fun-plex at 11 at night. After that an unofficial "Ho hunt" was started. Now when I say ho, I mean girl. Just no one in the car said girl.&lt;br /&gt;But again, no one knew where to they flock to. We went to slick willies, nothin to do there when you're underage and broke. Then we went to Wal-mart, I dunno who told these guys hos hang at wal-mart but we had a pretty good time there none-the-less. After that everyone started goin home. And my friend is my friday in an oversized nutshell. There were also some freestyle sessions that took place. Funny stuff. &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/icedrgn4/Ryan.html"&gt;Here's one of Ryan's.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-112936131687524441?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/112936131687524441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=112936131687524441&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112936131687524441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112936131687524441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/10/oversized-nutshell.html' title='Oversized Nutshell'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-112875360981668831</id><published>2005-10-07T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T23:40:09.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good day but...</title><content type='html'>I'm dissappointed in myself as a cameraman. We went to the Sugarland skate park ....today...yesterday...friday, and I brought my camera. But I never got any footage! I wanted to get some too, I did some stuff I never done be for and I wanted to get my rock &amp; roll to fakie on tape but there were too many people there, so I didnt want to be the only guy there with a camera recording my loser tricks. It depends on the amount of people to weither I want to whip my camera out or not.&lt;br /&gt;But it was a good skatin day. The weather was cool, my yin was totally yang and my third eye was wide open. The only thing that continuously ruined this good day was the hole in the big foot of each of my shoes. Vans have these holes right were my big toe is, and when I skate it tears through my sock in no time. So the majority of the day I was sliding, landing, rolling, and bailing with my big toe feelin every change in terrain and every increase in heat due to friction. It wasn't enjoyable.&lt;br /&gt;We left at about 7.....somethin to take Johnny home, but me, Ryan, Jeff, and Jose didnt feel like going home. So after a computer "emergency" and a girlfriend pick-up and drop-off we found ourselves at Hastings. Skated. Then the guys got this sudden urge to visit this chick they met this one time at Subway who was a friend of Eddie.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff remembered where to find her...come to think of it...I may have this in the wrong order...Up to takin Johnny home I forgot the sequence in which we acted....well anyway, This is the girl.(Censored cuz I didnt ask her if I can put it up here)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/C.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/C.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They chatted and then we went wherever we went and did what ever we did there and then skated the 3 step at the community center. I got home at about 12:30...And only coupla lousy pictures to show for it.... oh and by the way, dont tell Andy about this.&lt;br /&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;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My toe hurts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-112875360981668831?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/112875360981668831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=112875360981668831&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112875360981668831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112875360981668831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/10/good-day-but.html' title='Good day but...'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-112865336378944386</id><published>2005-10-06T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T19:49:23.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And We're Back</title><content type='html'>Welcome back to the show people, sorry for the sudden intermission but when fire-breathing squids fly from your sink drain and attack the secret documents you gotta put somethings on hold....not that that's what happened...of course...anyway, I'm back and will resumed my routine random post anyday now. WATCH OUT!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-112865336378944386?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/112865336378944386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=112865336378944386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112865336378944386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112865336378944386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/10/and-were-back.html' title='And We&apos;re Back'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-112802027699912917</id><published>2005-09-29T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T11:57:57.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FYI For My Random Readers</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I wont have internet for a few days. I should be back by the sixth of October. *Insert cliched Arnold Schwarzenegger quote*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.monesi.com/sergio/movies/actors/arnoldsch/arnoldsch1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.monesi.com/sergio/movies/actors/arnoldsch/arnoldsch1.jpg" alt="" 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;&lt;br /&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;&lt;br /&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;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;You girly men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-112802027699912917?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/112802027699912917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=112802027699912917&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112802027699912917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112802027699912917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/09/fyi-for-my-random-readers.html' title='FYI For My Random Readers'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-112735799116540485</id><published>2005-09-21T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T12:52:18.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Rita Smita</title><content type='html'>That's all I have to say&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/000_1373.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/000_1373.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I took this one myself, so dont take it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ssd.noaa.gov/PS/TROP/DATA/RT/FLOAT/IR4/20.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-112735799116540485?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/112735799116540485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=112735799116540485&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112735799116540485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112735799116540485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/09/rita-smita.html' title='Rita Smita'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-112727404291436779</id><published>2005-09-20T20:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T20:40:42.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and ace go at it again</title><content type='html'>I bet you think we're joking:&lt;br /&gt;09/20/05&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span  lang="0" style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (1:47:43 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span back="#010101"  style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; big toinne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (1:47:49 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Ace!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (1:48:04 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; ......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (1:48:06 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; .........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (1:48:14 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (1:48:58 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;this is m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span back="#010101"  style="font-size:100%;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span back="#010101"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;mm....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (1:49:12 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I UNDERSTAND&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (1:49:52 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;debriefing starts in 1 hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (1:50:05 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh you bastard&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (1:50:09 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;you tell me now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (1:50:20 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;how am I supposed to get to paraguey in one hour&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (1:50:53 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shoulda thought a that when you were gettin wasted at babylon 91&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (1:51:23 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It's rude to turn down a party invatation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (1:51:31 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;And 12 martinis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (1:51:35 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (1:51:35 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and a bottle a vodka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (1:51:41 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;had&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (1:51:42 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;with a cup of scotch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (1:52:05 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; they had needles in the vodka mixer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (1:52:16 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;don't you think somethings up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (1:52:21 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;geez&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (1:52:35 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Babylon 91 is always a bit different&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (1:52:40 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;why should I expect anything no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (1:52:42 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (1:53:16 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;because of the new government man do you ever pay attention at debriefing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (1:53:39 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;they are boring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (1:54:06 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I usually play paper football with Wilson&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (1:54:18 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;wilson is so canned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (1:54:34 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but i'm tired of your excuses &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (1:54:38 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm bored&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (1:54:46 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i'm hit with a bullet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (1:54:58 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;an orangutang took my thorax whatever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (1:55:17 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;damn monkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (1:55:48 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well when you pissed off the primape in indonesia you knew there were consequences&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (1:56:17 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I thought they were exaggerating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (1:56:42 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;listen you don't mess with lab tech monkeys alright&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (1:56:50 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they have wings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (1:57:08 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and scaples *shudder*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (1:57:40 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well take a lesson from my book give it &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (1:57:43 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a banana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (1:57:48 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;a couch&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (1:57:59 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and a nice shot with a tranq&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (1:58:11 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;for me or the moneky?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (1:58:24 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;for the monkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (1:58:32 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hehe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (1:58:41 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but enoguh about that i'm going to debriefing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (1:58:57 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just give me the skinny when its over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (1:59:11 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;general hammond says the cubans are selling counterfeit jeans again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (1:59:25 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Those cuban bastards&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (1:59:31 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;and he'll expect u there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (1:59:48 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;But I thought all of cuba had it out for me by now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:00:23 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well you slept with their prized princess of the carribean they have a soft spot for you now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:00:48 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she can't stop talking about you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:01:06 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;...............I uh....I forgot her name ^^;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:01:18 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHAT!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:01:42 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;how can you forget the name adsagcjcidoeufh joe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:01:55 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;oh...her....I HATE her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:02:37 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yeah well bobbalobbafrobbawobba says you beter marry her if you plan on keeping your eyeballs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:03:50 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You see why I tell you not to introduce me to anymore princesses, I always end up sleeping with them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:03:52 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;and this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:03:58 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;happens&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:04:33 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;you're the one attracted to 3 eyed women okay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:04:47 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I find it exotic what can I say&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:05:00 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; the bottom line.........&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:05:12 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(bang bang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:05:31 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(4 shots fire from the cuban embassy)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:05:44 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i think you need to get down here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:06:02 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;(sigh) do I have to?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:06:40 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;(sarcastically):nah jus chill while the whole cuban army comes to your house&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:07:05 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;why did you keep the jae monkey antoinne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:07:11 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;jade monkey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:07:20 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;It matches my wallpaper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:07:43 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IT'S PURPLE AND BROWN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:07:52 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;WHAT WALLPAPER DO YOU HAVE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:08:00 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You dont want to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:08:21 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;but let me say, It's surpisingly fabulous&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:08:37 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; JUS GIVE IT BACK AND YOU CAN KEEP YOUR DONATED THORAX&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:09:07 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; u jus got it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:09:12 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; so why lose it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:09:24 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; (bang bang)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:09:31 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Because I learned what it was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:09:37 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;trouble?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:10:20 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yes i took the emerald rhinoceraus and they're all huffy about it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:10:33 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;see, now you're learning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:11:16 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;the feul that comes from an emerald rhino is very wanted in paraguey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:12:26 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Bout time, you used to try and negotiate, now you this is how you should handle international espionage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:13:12 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;actually Bush is trying to keep all oil for his jet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:13:19 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;he authorized the mission&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:13:26 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Just like Bush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:13:58 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Gas $3.68 he's not foolin anyone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:14:21 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Makes me glad we have Project Black Falcon on back-up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:14:28 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:14:31 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:14:36 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;what&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:14:48 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh...right....you werent supposed to know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:15:17 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;they told me that the excretonians destroyed it on p46x9&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:15:50 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh right....ya...thats what happened, SAY how are those Cubans?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:16:05 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;SO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:16:07 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;WHERE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:16:09 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:16:11 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;THE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:16:21 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;FALCON &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:16:24 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;AGENT A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:16:43 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I uh...I dont know what you're talking about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:17:05 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;I CAN TELL WHEN YOUR LYING&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:17:11 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;WE OUT THE CHIP IN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:17:19 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:6;"&gt;PUT THE CHIP IN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:17:46 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; THE BRAIN WAVES ARE TO ECSTATIC&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:18:38 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;The Brain Waves?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:19:06 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;anyway let's check those Cubans huh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:19:14 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:19:34 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Well?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:19:52 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yeah they seem fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:20:31 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but since they released the Raven Blue 22 transportation is great&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:20:39 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You used the crazy purple knock out gas didnt you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:20:49 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh yeah, Raven Blue is a sweet ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:20:56 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I just wish it wasn't hot pink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:21:01 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yeah&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:21:07 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;it makes no sense&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:21:27 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;i think pilot skicowski is a little:-*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:21:34 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:21:36 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:21:41 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;amen brother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:22:18 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;but i guess his termination should give some manhood back to the ride&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:22:49 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Some how I ge tnothin but dirty thoughts from what you just said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:22:53 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;never say that again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:23:50 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;if you stop thinking about propitonian females you can hold a decent conversation&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:24:16 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You haven't seen them like I have man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:24:27 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;hehe X crystals&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:24:40 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:24:57 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh sorry, you were saying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:25:22 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;pakistan is willing to let you apologize&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:26:08 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;screw pakistan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:26:33 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you blew up there sacred camel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:26:33 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I told you I'm not going back there&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:26:44 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;That was the worst camel ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:26:48 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;u owe them something&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:26:54 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;with its stuck-upness and british accent&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:27:31 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;well what would you prefer the  one in scottland&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:27:44 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You know what, yes I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:28:07 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;no you wouldn't he has holitosis&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:28:25 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I'll hold my breath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:28:50 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;you have to breathe sometime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:28:56 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh wait&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:29:00 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;never mind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:29:05 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Now you remember&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:30:37 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;listen they have one camel one  skunk and one razor weilding orangutang you  know which one to go after&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:30:47 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;sheesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:31:26 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love razor weilding orangutangs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:31:34 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;I can't hurt sally&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:31:53 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;how many times do i have to  say this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:31:55 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;shes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:31:58 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;she's&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:31:59 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;on&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:32:03 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;crack!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:32:13 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;with a razor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:32:22 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;put her down already&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:32:41 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;You just cannot let me be happy can  you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:33:11 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;oh okay were you happy with  tina&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:33:24 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;biggest insane monkey ever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:33:35 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Tina was a slut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:34:01 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;yeah but as i recall you said the  L word and then what happened&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:34:26 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Yes yes I know, no more Teriphone  Islands&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:34:53 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;goog&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:34:55 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:35:05 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;Jeez, french ninjas are attacking again, I  gotta go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:35:32 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;give em the same cracker sheesh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:35:40 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;always works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;IceDrgn4&lt;!-- (2:35:57 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Ransom;font-size:130%;color:#ff0000;"&gt;sure sure, I'll go see If I have one&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;ace chronicles&lt;!-- (2:36:06 PM)--&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:#0000ff;"&gt;:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;cut&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-112727404291436779?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/112727404291436779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=112727404291436779&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112727404291436779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112727404291436779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/09/me-and-ace-go-at-it-again.html' title='Me and ace go at it again'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-112718832574794507</id><published>2005-09-19T20:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T20:52:05.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Trucks</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/HCK/snapshot20050919224643.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/HCK/snapshot20050919224643.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got em finally. BAM.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-112718832574794507?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/112718832574794507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=112718832574794507&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112718832574794507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112718832574794507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/09/new-trucks.html' title='New Trucks'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-112690737873780761</id><published>2005-09-16T14:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T20:57:32.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shocking News</title><content type='html'>We have shocking footage of Ryan in tight pants. That's right folks tight pants...young'n and the quesy should turn away if you watch this video..oh and put the light low...and the volume up...and some Barry White on....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;                       &lt;a href="http://s30.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=142VLGLQ5A7AL3M38T47N1GLBB"&gt;http://s30.yousendit.com/d.aspx?id=142VLGLQ5A7AL3M38T47N1GLBB&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Limited time offer)&lt;br /&gt;                                 &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;              Also, on another note, I have landed a boardslide on a rail at a skate park. This my readers may be the crappiest boardslide you've ever seen but dammit it's mine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/boardslide.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 171px; height: 128px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/HCK/boardslide.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You know you like this &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hot leg action&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Just think of it as a scrampled skateboarding porn channel clip&lt;br /&gt;Pervert&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-112690737873780761?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/112690737873780761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=112690737873780761&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112690737873780761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112690737873780761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/09/shocking-news.html' title='Shocking News'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-112597961885038261</id><published>2005-09-05T20:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T20:54:47.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>He did what?!</title><content type='html'>Today's blog is dedicated to Johnny for his marvoulous frontside flip...OFF AN 8! And a wide 8 stair set at that. Here's a still frame.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/HCK/snapshot20050905224939.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/HCK/snapshot20050905224939.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Now, as you may have guessed, the airborn midget on wheels is Johnny, shirtless guy Ryan, and that other freak me. Johnny also 180ed and kickflipped it.&lt;br /&gt;As for the day, there was alot of driving, alot of lookin for hot chicks on the road, eddie broke another board, and bought another one in the same day. And when we we're droppin the guys off, a big white bird cage on the side of the road, next to a pile of trash waiting to be picked up tomorrow morning caught Ryan's eye. Now, there were about 3 guys in the back seat and since we we're down the street from Johnny's house he decided to skitch.&lt;br /&gt;Skitch- The act of holding on to a moving car while on a skateboard to get momentom.&lt;br /&gt;None the less, the cage wouldnt fit in the backseat of Ryan's Lancer so we just stuffed in the trunk, which ment leaving the trunk door open. This was because that freakin bird cage had quite a coupla stuck parts where the hooks wont come off and we grew tired of fighting off mosqiutos while trying to disassemble that contraption. It all worked out in the end. Everyone got home safe, Ryan has his cage, and I got....Ryan plans to turn that cage into a ferret cage. To quote him...quoting many other people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"One man's trash is a another man's treasure"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-112597961885038261?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/112597961885038261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=112597961885038261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112597961885038261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112597961885038261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/09/he-did-what.html' title='He did what?!'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-112579996388663349</id><published>2005-09-03T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T19:12:43.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Found tw-ent-ty fi-ive dol-lars, what a beautiful day</title><content type='html'>I know what I mean at least. Yep, found $25 dollars today. Worst part was that it was in someone's driveway, so it'd made me think if it was a karmatic test or reward, but I was too busy showing the fellas to worry bout it. And Eddie damn near ripped a 10 outa my hand. I let him have it, because he needed to get a new board...Well more like wanted..An the 15 will go into my camera fund.&lt;br /&gt;Test?&lt;br /&gt;Reward?&lt;br /&gt;Justification: 1. They shouldn't have been so careless with money, so they don't deserve it 2. They have a drive way, they obviously wont miss this money 3. Maybe they'll learn a lesson about being careless and about what's important in life, I'm really doing it for them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a good day all in all though. Now I'm gonna go bath in money, peace suckas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-112579996388663349?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/112579996388663349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=112579996388663349&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112579996388663349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112579996388663349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/09/found-tw-ent-ty-fi-ive-dol-lars-what.html' title='Found tw-ent-ty fi-ive dol-lars, what a beautiful day'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-112545962331904951</id><published>2005-08-30T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T20:40:23.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON</title><content type='html'>Alright false alarm everyone. Calm down, and HEY YOU, get off the chadelier! The cam is ok, it was just taking a nap. Maybe due to overuse, I dunno, I'm not a camera doctor. But I still stand by my word, I need a new camera.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-112545962331904951?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/112545962331904951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=112545962331904951&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112545962331904951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112545962331904951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/08/oooooooooooooooooon.html' title='OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOON'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-112540100983031930</id><published>2005-08-30T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T04:23:29.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO</title><content type='html'>Not yet...it wasn't supposed to happen like this!...Not yet....oh GAWD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My video camera broke.&lt;br /&gt;It's stuck in the off postition and the on switch is pretty much uneffective.  I hope mother gives me enough birthday Money for a new one. It was my birthday 2 days ago but she couldnt give it to me then. I turned 17 by the way. Weird age. Too old to be a kid, too young to be an Adult.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-112540100983031930?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/112540100983031930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=112540100983031930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112540100983031930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112540100983031930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/08/noooooooooooooooooo.html' title='NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-112433715578719252</id><published>2005-08-17T20:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T20:58:16.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>All that AND a box of chips</title><content type='html'>So we were skatin at this school that we jumped the gate of. Probably elementry becuase we were told that there would be some 3's,4's, &amp; 5's there. They were there. But they sucked. They were made of wood and the landing area was too small. But we skated around the place anyway.&lt;br /&gt;Now, there were these vans there. They read "Rental trucks, cars, vans" on the side. And someone seemed to notice that there was a square cardboard box labled Fritolays in the truck. If this box was carried you would either have to use your other hand or your side.&lt;br /&gt;When were leaving, on my way to the car, look back and see one of the boys casually carry this box out and into the car. And then the box was opened and we found out what was in it. It was full of small bags of Lays Original Flavor chips. "Shame on you, shame on you all! Stealing from the young'ns" I shouted "Now hand me a bag of chips" And let me say, dont believe what you hear, just because its stolen does not tarnish the taste.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/HCK/Josebig180.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/HCK/Josebig180.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And oh ya, they were skatin a flatbed earlier.&lt;br /&gt;Here's Jose bustin a 180 off in CrAp-o-vIsIoN&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-112433715578719252?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/112433715578719252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=112433715578719252&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112433715578719252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112433715578719252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/08/all-that-and-box-of-chips.html' title='All that AND a box of chips'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-112425330818076628</id><published>2005-08-16T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T21:36:32.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cuz I'm a guy</title><content type='html'>The first day of school was ok. I got off-campus 5th and thats good. That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't have to say anymore cuz I'm a guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-112425330818076628?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/112425330818076628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=112425330818076628&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112425330818076628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112425330818076628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/08/cuz-im-guy.html' title='Cuz I&apos;m a guy'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-112399548534202726</id><published>2005-08-13T21:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-13T21:58:05.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ow...</title><content type='html'>I fell. No big deal really though. You see, me and the gang were hittin the 5 stair up well. Eddie busted the most stuff. I couldn't even ollie the thing. On the closest landing I fell hard, did something weird to my hand.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/Hand.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/Hand.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have no clue what this stuff is. It's under the skin and been there since like 4:20 pm. Other than that I'm ok. It doesn't even hurt anymore. I want to go back and finish that freakin ollie. Now, Eddie and Ryan had to go to a System of the Down concert so we had to cut it short today. But on the way back to my house Eddie saw a guy in a green car he knew and told Ryan to honk at him. We we're behind him so I don't think he ever saw Eddie and when the light turn green he took off, and Ryan being a crazy driver to begin with took off after him. This guy turned into a neighborhood to try to lose us and we couldn't keep up with him. But it was freakin hilarious watchin this guy try to ditch us. In the end, he went the opposite way we were trying to go and we had to make a left when he made a right.  Jeez, my first car chase. Anyway, they dropped me off and went on their way to the concert they were already late for. I'm still weirded out by my hand.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-112399548534202726?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/112399548534202726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=112399548534202726&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112399548534202726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112399548534202726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/08/ow.html' title='Ow...'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-112382692398353417</id><published>2005-08-11T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T23:08:43.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>School May Be Commin'</title><content type='html'>But we're still goin :) Yes, school will be in very shortly for us. 08/16/05 to be exact. Yet today, we didn't change our routine (to play by ear) a bit. We got some more of the movie filmed. Alma and Lil Ryan are surprisingly good actors but I think Alma needed to pull on some real emotion for her part. That was around 1...I'd say, ending at 3. For like a 5 min scene.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/Cheesy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/Cheesy.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Afterwards we headed to Cici's pizza, me, Ryan, Alma, and lil' Ryan. Chowed down, I lost a game of air hockey to Ryan(who told me just before the puck was placed that he used to own a air hockey table) But it wasn't a bad loss, 6:7. Next up headed next door to the fish aquariums and browsed through some tanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Then we met up wit the gang and the Com Center. But then to my surprise and dismay WE WE'RE BANNED FOR THE COMMUNITY CENTER. Something about damage to the stairs. Nothing dangerous, they just look like crap. But can no longer skate on the premises. So we went to McDonald's and then to the four stair at the bank. I chilled at a lame 2 and then we got the sudden urge to go to Dex (that closed down skateshop I told you about earlier). We made it past the locked gates and found out that the skateboarding gods were against us. The window they used to get in was closed with a chain on it. You'd think skatepark owners would understand, them being fellow skateboarders and all. We were leaving and heard a polices warning siren and ran for the car. It was everyman for himself in that 30 foot dash through the gate. We hopped in the car and headed somewhere else.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/RyanDrivin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/RyanDrivin.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt; We found ourselves at Taylor high school trying to bust tricks over this grass gap. It was big, it wasn't til we were close to leaving did I ever get close to landing an ollie over it. And Andy...Freakin' Andy, He kickfliped and 180ed it. If I knew how to put .mov's on here I'd show you his nice 180 he busted. Me on the other hand, fell about 2 twice trying to land it. Nothing too bad...but it wasn't good. I never got to land it *tear* we had to leave cuz it was like 10:13 and someone had to go.&lt;br /&gt;Darn school's acommin&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-112382692398353417?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/112382692398353417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=112382692398353417&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112382692398353417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112382692398353417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/08/school-may-be-commin.html' title='School May Be Commin&apos;'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-112347692048790842</id><published>2005-08-07T21:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T21:55:20.493-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Genital Herpes= The Good Life?</title><content type='html'>I've been noticing these commercials and they seem quite interesting. Some attractive person starts off saying how hard it was to live with genital herpes and then it goes to all these shots of them doing things. But not just anything. They're not cooking dinner, or working is a cubicle, or waiting in traffic. No, they are flying kites on the beach, riding horses on the coast, mountain climbing, all these exotic things. Kinda makes you want to join in. And the kicker is, they're not alone now. They have some equally attractive mate with them. Do they know? Anyway, I don't know what audience they are trying to reach or if they are trying to sell it but apparently...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Genital Herpes = The Good Life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see, I decided to rant today hehe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-112347692048790842?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/112347692048790842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=112347692048790842&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112347692048790842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112347692048790842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/08/genital-herpes-good-life.html' title='Genital Herpes= The Good Life?'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-112314282892773304</id><published>2005-08-03T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T01:07:09.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Trust me, you'll have fun if you do it right"</title><content type='html'>Well, one of the things I feared happened, and one of the things I wanted happened. What I wanted was to work on the movie. The thing I feared is that when we filmed the scene at Ryan's Mother's apartment his family would be home. And bygolly they were. Not to metion the gang (my fellow skateboarders) were there being bored out of their mind.&lt;br /&gt;Here's the deal, Ryan has younger siblings, and that should be all I have to say about that. Long story short, it took about 6 hours to do one less than 10 minute scene.&lt;br /&gt;But the good part about filming is, it's fun. Half the time your in stiches(laughing, not injured). I'm just sorry I have to leave so many bloopers on the cutting room floor.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/RyanvsKyle_0001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/RyanvsKyle_0001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so whats happening here? Ryan comes home to find his family missing and a Assassin in their place. And in this screenshot, Ryan has just kicked a knife out of the assassin's hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I recomend making movies for everyone. Do it with your friends. I want to start on another after this one, a comedy probably, but who knows. Trust me, you'll have fun if you do it right.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-112314282892773304?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/112314282892773304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=112314282892773304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112314282892773304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112314282892773304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/08/trust-me-youll-have-fun-if-you-do-it.html' title='&quot;Trust me, you&apos;ll have fun if you do it right&quot;'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-112295627690758537</id><published>2005-08-01T21:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T21:19:33.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it</title><content type='html'>Freakin' Houston weather, there was a time today where it was sunny and hot and raining cold water at the same time. Maybe it's not just us but then there is something wrong wit this world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/New-Hair-Style.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/New-Hair-Style.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Update: I got a change in hair style from my braids and I like it. Don't ask about the pic, I did it for your sake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You like that soft alternative? If you do you might want to check out these 2 Flip(Philipino) bands. Matter fact these are 2 good songs from each.&lt;br /&gt;Bamboo- Waiting in vain&lt;br /&gt;Bamboo- Hallelujah&lt;br /&gt;Kitchie Nadal-Wag na Wag Mong Sasabihin&lt;br /&gt;Kitchie Nadal- Same Ground&lt;br /&gt;You may not understand all of it, or any of it, but if it sounds good, why not add it to your playlist?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-112295627690758537?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/112295627690758537/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=112295627690758537&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112295627690758537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112295627690758537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/08/check-it.html' title='Check it'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-112286975826878334</id><published>2005-07-31T21:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T21:15:58.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Not My Scene</title><content type='html'>So today my friends wanted to go and...use a closed down skatepark and told told them Breaking &amp; Entering wasn't my scene so I stayed home. From what I heard it was awsome except for all the dust and the heat. Since it was closed down the AC wasn't on so it was way hotter than outside, everyone had to take off their shirts. They want to go back.&lt;br /&gt;I met up wit them later on at andy's house. Well, just Eddie and Andy. Jose went home and Ryan went to his girlfriend's dad's house. We watched Simpsons and ate chicken, skated his box then headed to the Com Center. Nuff said.&lt;br /&gt;I bet I'd have more to tell you if I went with them to the skatepark hehe suckers.&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the view of the safety cautious kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-112286975826878334?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/112286975826878334/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=112286975826878334&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112286975826878334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112286975826878334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/07/not-my-scene.html' title='Not My Scene'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-112277560377611132</id><published>2005-07-30T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T19:06:43.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Into Deep Space</title><content type='html'>Ok not really, but we got that 250 Gigs installed and now I got so much space I don't even know what I'll do wit it all. Oh ya, we skated a lil earlier today not much to report. But DAMN 250 GBS?! My C drive has had 27 GBs forever, or at least since it was made. It's needed this. &lt;br /&gt;*picks up wine glass* Here's to you C drive *clink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-112277560377611132?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/112277560377611132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=112277560377611132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112277560377611132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112277560377611132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/07/into-deep-space.html' title='Into Deep Space'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-112269414078757792</id><published>2005-07-29T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T20:29:00.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Simple Post</title><content type='html'>The Bad: It rained today, so no skateboarding&lt;br /&gt;The Good: Me and moms went and got 250 GB for this computer and I saw this waterfall thing next to the mall. I want to take a picture of it, its really a thing of wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-112269414078757792?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/112269414078757792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=112269414078757792&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112269414078757792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112269414078757792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/07/simple-post.html' title='Simple Post'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-112262496528218794</id><published>2005-07-28T01:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T01:16:05.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Breakin' in the Kingpin</title><content type='html'>Action: Today I got up around 10 am so me and moms can hit up a skateshop for a new skateboard and some parts, and we got em. We got the store brand deck because, 1. I'm a cheap bastard 2. I've ridden it before and it's not too shabby.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/Kingpinz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/Kingpinz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The thing about it is its wide. Much wider than my other board. So it gonna take some serious getting to used too. I also got some new Vans, which were the same as my previous two pairs, but what can I say. I like the shoes.&lt;br /&gt;After our outing, we went home and I took the wheels of my last deck (which have been on like 3-4 decks before that,) and put them on my new one wit some Reds bearings. Good bearings. Jimbo surprised me with a sudden visit and we killed some people GTA: S.A. Good wholesome fun. You have to try jumping from a flying car when it flying 20,00 feet over some water. It's great fun. Then Jimbo had to leave so we chilled at the bus stop then Ryan called, him and Moses are ready to skate some spot and they have some serious timing. Right after they called, Jimbo's bus came and I walked a little bit back to my house and basically met them halfway.&lt;br /&gt;I already had my skateboard so we just headed to the spot.&lt;br /&gt;After skating there a while we decided it was too freakin' hot and there was no shade. So we told Jose to meet us at the Com. Center and we would skate there. It's late so I'm gonna speed this up.&lt;br /&gt;Eddie met up wit us, we went to the mall so he can get his board, skated at Hastings a lil while and finally got started on that movie again. Everyone left at that time so it was just me, Ryan, and Eddie. You wouldn't believe how hard it can be to get through a scene without messing up or laughing. It's not even a funny scene which makes it even more funny. To us at least. During the gun broke which was lucky because we just finished using it. Sleep time fools. Cut! That was horrible, try it again! WITH FEELING!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-112262496528218794?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/112262496528218794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=112262496528218794&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112262496528218794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112262496528218794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/07/breakin-in-kingpin.html' title='Breakin&apos; in the Kingpin'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-112245333647405283</id><published>2005-07-26T01:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T01:35:46.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I had a hard day, a hard day at the office"</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;One of those "I wish I had my camera" days&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whew, Boy Howdy. I started out today at about 3:00 PM to just go check up on Ryan, and next thing I know we are hoppin in his car to go skate at Hastings High School. We were skatin there for a few mins, and there was alot of cars there. We didn't know what was goin down but we figured it was sports related because we saw like 2 girls walkin around in gymshorts and whatnot. Then Moses came. He's a lil guy about 11-13 or somethin and he is good. He can kickflip and 180 down threes and stuff. He skates a board half his size and his kick flips are a thing to see. They are so small.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we decided to blow that popsicle stand and head for the three step at the community center. Although we for got that day camp was still in session which is this thing where kids can go doing the day while their parents work, or goof off, or get high or whatever. We skated the 3 anyway and got kicked out a lil afterwards. Luckily we were prepared and called Andy before hand.&lt;br /&gt;And to his house we drove, picking Jose up on the way. (Lemme say, Andy has a nice pool and a bitch for a dog, in more ways than one) We chilled there for a while and skated his box and rail. I landed my first boardslide on his box, but the rail is another story. I got close though. We called up Eddie, to see if he was commin and he said he'd meet us at the Community Center around 5:30-6:00 and it was around 4:50 at that time. We decided to go to Mcdonalds and chow. And Moses being slighty richer than you'd expect, pulled and 20 out of his pocket and asked us what we wanted. He got me a dbl cheeseburger, that I wanted but didn't want at the same time. And &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2720/1358/1600/Hard%20Day%27s%20Work.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2720/1358/320/Hard%20Day%27s%20Work.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;medium drink. Dat's a nice kid right there.&lt;br /&gt;We left da place at about 6:15 and went to the Com. Center, and there was no sign of Eddie. Turned out the kid had to go to blockbuster first but he came later. From then, til about 9:00 it was just non-stop skating. I can't believe I barely got tired in all of that. Although my clothes would say otherwise, being covered in sweat. And amist all the activty I landed my first varial kickflip. So I'm feeling pretty good at the moment. And check out the little number I did on my shoe :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-112245333647405283?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/112245333647405283/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=112245333647405283&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112245333647405283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112245333647405283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-had-hard-day-hard-day-at-office.html' title='&quot;I had a hard day, a hard day at the office&quot;'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-112245318909767382</id><published>2005-07-25T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T01:33:09.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Day</title><content type='html'>Whew, went to my friends house and complete this movie for Filmfights.com. Now this movie was a headache to make with it dealing with time travel and meeting ourselves but we finally got it done. We also made a bunch of random shorts, involing being beaten with a palm tree and poking a cat in the forehead. We had good laughs and it was a good day.&lt;br /&gt;Then I got home pretty tired I guess. I still have this other movie I wanna finish *pulls at hair* that movie does not want to get made. The one wit the prop gun. And what surprised me, when I logged on to my comp and got online, people started messaging me left and right. That usually doesn't happen. I find it tire-ing to talk to so many people at once. Then on Mobseen.com I think some 20 year old woman was trying to come on to me by pretending she didn't know what she was doing and decided to ask me for help. Of course, she didn't know my age. She asked me a few questions, stuff you'd expect and my age. When I finally told her...well, I haven't heard back. While all this was going on I gained a level in this MUD I'm playing. &lt;a href="http://www.achaea.com/main.html"&gt;Achaea&lt;/a&gt;. I'll talk about MUD's some other time.&lt;br /&gt;Then I discovered (through EGS) that Retromud is back up, which is supposed to be a kickass one that I joined then went down like two days later. It's been down for like 2-3 weeks and today I got back on and discovered that my char had been deleted. So I had to start from scratch, although they tried to smooth it over with free exp and crap. Anyway, I've been having a hankerin' for some GTA: San Andreas that I'm gonna go play now.&lt;br /&gt;P.S. My friend Stephen is gettin close to kickflips now, congratz kid.&lt;br /&gt;P.P.S. My Ranma 1/2 Season 4 finished downloading today which if nothing else, made my day. The show is so freakin good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-112245318909767382?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/112245318909767382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=112245318909767382&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112245318909767382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112245318909767382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/07/good-day.html' title='Good Day'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-112245315007958230</id><published>2005-07-24T01:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T01:33:25.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back On The Griptape</title><content type='html'>Welp, finally met up wit my friends after a coupla days. I've been hanging at my other friends house and they were trying to get in contact with me to hang out but I couldn't. Anyway, we started skatin (skateboarding) pretty much when we met up. Everything was goin as it normally would except...My pop-shoveits went to crap. (Oh ya, I suck at skateboarding, very small arsenal of tricks and I've been doing it a little less than 2 years. with breaks and stuff you know....)&lt;br /&gt;Which frustrated me because that was supposed to be my trick...the easy trick for me...one I can pop out anytime... arg. And I need a new deck. My tail is practically gone off of the one I got. And the its hard to control when ridden the other way, leans. If I had the money I would. But I need a new complete anyway. One of my trucks is messed up and will probably be the downfall of the next board. If you are willing to order a new complete for me I'd be very grateful. I'll draw you a picture or something.&lt;br /&gt;Well moving on. We have this movie that we've been working on and it's production was on hold because NO ONE WANTED TO GET A PROP GUN! So I got one and we are supposed to start shooting tomorrow...but for some reason, the star(Ryan) of the movie has this weird thing where if he plans something it wont get done because he has to help other people. Well that's enough for tonight. Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-112245315007958230?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/112245315007958230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=112245315007958230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112245315007958230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112245315007958230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/07/back-on-griptape.html' title='Back On The Griptape'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-112245310483963365</id><published>2005-07-22T01:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T01:31:54.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Goodbyes</title><content type='html'>Well, since I can't keep the cat, I unloaded the responsibility of caring for a much smaller more vulnerable creature to my friend Ryan. He wants one anyway. But I had a good time wit the that lil nameless stray...although, it left it's fleacoller somewhere in my room. Well, less fleas for me I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-112245310483963365?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/112245310483963365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=112245310483963365&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112245310483963365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112245310483963365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/07/silent-goodbyes.html' title='Silent Goodbyes'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-112245304930827039</id><published>2005-07-22T01:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T01:30:49.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmm</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2720/1358/1600/cat3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2720/1358/320/cat3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose this cat is lucky. It just started raining..hard. I'd feel sorry for it. If I put it out there earlier I probably go after it now but I guess that makes us both lucky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-112245304930827039?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/112245304930827039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=112245304930827039&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112245304930827039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112245304930827039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/07/hmm.html' title='Hmm'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14857177.post-112245295588640021</id><published>2005-07-22T01:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T01:31:16.430-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Found a cat and started a blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.angelfire.com/dragon2/icedrgn4/blog/cat2.JPG" align="left" height="223" width="300" /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;I found a cat and started this blog...two things that have nothing to do with each other yet contain a connection. Weird thing is, the cat isn't a stray and I know I'm not keeping it so I just decided to take some pictures and write about it. I've never blogged before so I don't know what I am doin. Maybe I should say something about the comic...Action will happen soon..I hope. I can't seem to get around to getting to the action but it's comming soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/14857177-112245295588640021?l=icedrgn4.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/feeds/112245295588640021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14857177&amp;postID=112245295588640021&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112245295588640021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14857177/posts/default/112245295588640021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://icedrgn4.blogspot.com/2005/07/found-cat-and-started-blog.html' title='Found a cat and started a blog'/><author><name>IceDrgn4</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09314975703530583522</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v474/icedrgn4/hey%20look/DownInFront.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
