<?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-3482374</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:46:09.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Innanity</title><subtitle type='html'>The essance of what i percieve to be life</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>42</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-84804905</id><published>2002-11-19T23:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-19T23:26:03.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>long time no post.  Many things have happened.  The strokes show was awesome and tim and i were sneaky... bad us.  Jefe had a tiki party in the middle of november and gave me jungle juice ideas.  I also sent out some email invites to people i havent talked to in a while, so that was pretty cool. i am watching the extended version of the Lord of the Rings.  I wannbe Legolas.  He is so leet that he must be a pirate and not a stupid ninja.  Kill all ninjas my freinds, kill all ninjas!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-84804905?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/84804905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/84804905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_11_17_archive.html#84804905' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-84257462</id><published>2002-11-08T17:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-11-08T17:22:50.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Why yell?  Why yell about something stupid?  thats the way things have been at home lately.  My evil mother keeps sending my dad to do her bidding.  I like my dad, he has donr lots of cool things like give boot-leg liquor to Ronald Reagan in the 50's and designed the biggest electrical generator Philadelphia electric ever used.  But she treats him like he doesnt know crap and wont confront me about anything.  Fuck that bitch!  Even though i cant afford to move out, im looking into it anyway.  I appreciate what they have done for me, but i wouldnt fell bad if she died.  I would only feel bad that my dad was sad.  For some reason he tolerates all her crap.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a better note: Julian and Nickoli of the Strokes came to SpeedZone on wednesday.  They were cool and Tim and i bought them a round of beer.  They like drinking.  At the end of the night they offered to put me on the guest list for their Vegas show.  So Tim and i are going tommorrow. I 'm excited.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-84257462?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/84257462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/84257462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84257462' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-83536150</id><published>2002-10-25T19:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-25T19:25:08.376-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like stuff, and people and things...YEAH!  For some reason i have been really happy and excited about life lately.  I dont know why.  I am still stuck at SpeedZone and will be working the second job at Sportmart again.  I still havent graduated and need to take stats, and i dont give a crap about the classes i have now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the plus side i am alive, have a wonderful girlfriend, good friends, no real bullshit besides my mom, people seem to be enjoying the D&amp;D campaign i have been running and overwhelming excitement is building (in me) for the party in January.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a pirate, or at the halloween party tommorrow i will be.  I have sworn to swashbuckle as much as possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People should hug more often.  I realize that many cultures do, but Americans arent really into it and i am sure that it is because of some crappy Puritan ethic thing.  HUG dammit.  Show the people that you care about some affection.  Make them feel good.  Hugs provide warmth, safety and general feelings of happiness.  When someone close dies you dont shake hands that much... you hug.  Just because i hug guys that doesnt make me a fag.  (all the gay sex does.  kidding)  Hugs are a good greeting.  I give the call to action for everyone to go out there hug more often and together we can change at least one person in our life time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ARRRivaderchie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-83536150?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/83536150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/83536150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83536150' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-82620532</id><published>2002-10-06T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T20:43:01.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am trying to Do a link section.  Bear with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-82620532?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/82620532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/82620532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82620532' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-82388739</id><published>2002-10-01T16:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-10-01T16:45:40.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Beauty and the Ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night as i was coming back from Cal Poly i crested the top of Kellogg Hill.  It was a sight that filled me with awe and wonder.  There was a top layer of clouds and the sun had just set so the sky was a vibrant orange.  The outline of the hills of East LA were completely Black and in teh crack of teh black hills there was a silhouette of teh Tallest of the LA skyline.  It was a great thing and those of you that havent lived in LA will never experience teh beauty of nature combined with the beauty of urbanity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later that night, when Gina got out of class we met at Starbucks and went to this school in West Covian to just talk.  After 15 minutes this guy appears at teh gate of teh school and is smoking looking at our cars.  After a while he comes out and starts writing down my license plate number.  I got out of my car and asked if i could help him.  Now this guy was 6 foot and maybe 170, but bigger then me by a long shot.  When i asked him whats going on he got all scared and said that no one could be in the parking lot at night.  My response was the immediate dick response, "Where does it say that?"  He got all shook up and kept walking away saying he was going to call teh cops.  We satyed there 20 minutes more, but i felt bad whne we left because that dude was really messed up about what i consider a very minor confrontation.  So i am an ass and that poor, possibly "slow" guy got his night cleaning a school was ruined.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cleric is dead...Long live the Cleric  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-82388739?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/82388739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/82388739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82388739' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-82065837</id><published>2002-09-24T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-24T16:06:29.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is Inane.  I have had so many good posts the last couplew of days and i havent had a chance to get to a computer so, POOF, my mind cant retain the bites i was going to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will try to remeber highlights:  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Inland Invasion was the best show i have ever been to in my entire life.  Johnny Rotten is a bitter, old, and sarcastic punker.  Add the English accent and you have hilarity.&lt;br /&gt;Vandals = dope, as always.  Adolecents played the Tony Hawk song... to-NY Hawk (actually its "Ameboa" but oh well).  Pepper Spray in the crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff (www. loungespot.com) made it to Maxim finally.  The Game Man is pictured on page 52 in the circus maximus page Good Job Jefe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Nutwood (www.nutwoodrocks.com) show at Chain Reation was good, but the manager there is a dick. A cousin of one of the guitarists, hyperventilated and the paramedics had to be called.  The manager and staff of Chain Reaction told us we all had leave because "it looks bad to have this in the parking lot."  He was a dick.  A lady that was attached to the band that played after Nutwood came out and started yelling us to come back ion or they were going to lose their record deal.  We had only come to support Nutwood, so we didnt care, and she got all bitchy.  Maybe if she wasnt fucking forty and had some fans that would support them, or didnt suck then they would have a record deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I forget what else, but have a good day&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-82065837?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/82065837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/82065837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_09_22_archive.html#82065837' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-81427884</id><published>2002-09-10T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-10T16:58:33.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here is a little bit of good stuff. Gina and i got a great deal for both the San Diego Zoo and teh Wild Animal Park.  A year pass for both for only 32 bucks.  After visiting teh Zoo and seeing Hua-Mei the baby panda, nicknamed "the destroyer" (some of teh coolest things i have ever seen from that panda.  205 pounds of hyperactivity that day) Gina and i went out with Jeff and Cami and teh new '55 buick.  the restaurant was cool and they had this drink that was called SEAL rations.  It have 5 types of rum 3 fruit juices and was topped by 151.  goood stuff.  The eatery was bali hai and had an island theme and a great view of the San Diego Bay.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a good idea of something to add for my party please tell me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-81427884?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/81427884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/81427884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81427884' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-81427618</id><published>2002-09-10T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-10T16:51:41.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got choked at work on thursday, what did you do?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-81427618?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/81427618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/81427618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81427618' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-81015600</id><published>2002-09-01T20:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-01T20:40:56.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This weekend was interesting.  We had a LAN party at David Hoover's house in Burbank. We ordered a 24 inch pizza.  'nuff said.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday night was the first installment of White trash weekend at SpeedZone.  A woman crashed on the Grand Prix track so hard that she broke her nose and had some teeth embedded into the steering wheel.  It wasnt pretty.  Her white trash husband go out of his car, looked at her and the ton of blood and walked back to his car, got in and waited to continue racing. He finally got out when we called teh paramedics and subsiquently told his wife that she ruined his evening by slamming her face into the steering wheel.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i saw a white trash guy hitting his significant other.  i yelled at him and he tried to play it off like nothing was happening as she is trying desperately to get away from his vice grip.  After yelling at him two or three more times he finally let her go and she tearfully thanked me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is happening.  Did Riverside close for labor day weekend so they all came to SpeedZone.  Weak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please, everybody, if you are going to be an ass do it in your own home, and dont forget to spay or neuter your pets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-81015600?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/81015600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/81015600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81015600' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-80801128</id><published>2002-08-27T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-27T17:59:20.203-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Holy Crap.  I just checked out realultimatepower.com, the big site about Ninja's.  It was cool, but Robert Gammon told me about THE PIRATE SITE! http://www.piratesarmada.com/indexmain.htm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY life is now complete.  Pirates are so bitchin.  i like ninja's, but pirates rule teh world and the 7 seas!  I totally want to grow up to be a pirate.  Scurvy is the building block of life!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think there is going to be a pirate party in october and i think i am going to have pirate party favors for my big ass party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope the rough sea dogs dont pillage ye in the darkness of the new moon&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-80801128?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/80801128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/80801128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80801128' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-80498461</id><published>2002-08-20T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-20T17:19:05.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>OMG, im connect to lots of blogs and journals, but i never update because i dont have internet access.  i feel like crap. So all possible would be readers, i do love you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone reserve January 11th on you calendar.  Im having a biug party at Tim's for my 25th birthday.  It will include a bouncy house,  the band NUTWOOD (www.nutwoodrocks.com) I dont feel like linking and maybe the slaves, if i ask them and they agree.  Also a greal deal of alcohol  and the jungle juice.  All are invited.  Steve get leave, if you can.  Bob i hope your home, rootdown  try to come down and meet Tanya, me, bo, and Tim.  Any others that are interested email me at &lt;a href="mailto:robert@angstdei.com"&gt;robert@angstdei.com&lt;/a&gt; for info and invite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im trying to get Gina to combine her birthday into this party too (hers is 1/10 mine is 1/17) but she wants it all for me. hmmm... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-80498461?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/80498461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/80498461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80498461' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-79620960</id><published>2002-07-30T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-30T19:10:24.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I havent updated, life has been busy.  I had a 5 week class for summer school, and i think i got an A.  We went to Vegas and had a good time.  Mr. O'lucky allowed us to drink from his head and the club "the Beach" was "off the hook, yo!" During the song "Tequila" all the bartenders got up on the bars and poured shots down on everyone throughts straight from the bottle. Great.  I picked up Jeff and Cami up on highway 15 because their Jeep took a dump.  It was kind of fun to help a freind in need.  BY teh mechanics in Barstow there was a sportsbar on 1st ave called "Hooz on First".  It was so punny!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MOnday we found out that Raffi died.  23 and drops dead.  Was there pain? suffering?  I dont know, but i hope not.  It was kinda hard becasue it was Raffi.  We all made fun of him and werent as close to him as we could have been.  Regrets abound.  He was anal retentive and a stick in the mud sometimes, but he was our anal retentive stick in teh mud.  I'll miss you dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;John Angeski found out that his grandma died when he got home from Raffi's funueral.  Hardcore.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-79620960?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/79620960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/79620960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79620960' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-78485178</id><published>2002-07-02T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-02T17:24:21.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I = Fag.  I am totally sorry, but i hvaent posted since i stopped working in hollywood.  I have started summer school, and my teacher called me a sociopath.  I respect that.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to Stephen who is now teaching 4th grade at my old grammer school.  i wish i could have been corrupted by Stephen.  He has to teach religion hahaha.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant type anymore.  Me, Fugi, tim and Brian are mocking spanish videos.  I'll try to get more computer access.  sorry guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-78485178?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/78485178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/78485178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78485178' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-77713889</id><published>2002-06-13T14:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-13T14:51:59.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, i screwed up again, by trying to link something and blogger wont let me back into edit it.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically let me finish what i was trying to say: Kevin and Bean on Kroq have the Afro line.  I want all of us to call and speak Canadian, diagnosis penial skin problems, complain about car repossesion, etc.  Whatever you can and want to do.  We will infect them! AFRO line: (323) 520-2376   Have fun, be weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-77713889?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/77713889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/77713889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77713889' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-77713586</id><published>2002-06-13T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-13T14:44:30.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I finally fucking did it!  Thanks to bo and tim i linked something.  YAY!!!! {as i write bo tells me about party at his house, cool deal} This might be the last day of intership for ever. Or until summer school lets out, i dont know yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think at the end of next week i finally get a true romantic evening with Gina.  I asked her, when we first started going out, what her i dea of the most romantic evening was.  She didnt know, so i asked her to plan one.  3 years later (and maybe 2 weeks of planning) it might actually occur.  I'm kind of excited and i bet she is glad because that means i wont have to harass her anymore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want all of my friends and readers to spread our insidiousness on the radio airwaves. &lt;a href= "http://www.kroq.com&gt;Kevin and Bean from KROQ&lt;/a href&gt; have something called the AFRO line that you can call at anytime and leave a message.  I want us to penetrate their minds.  Call and talk about penial skin problems, friends that jack off on pillows, Bo, or losing your car because you got fired from an 85,000 dollar a year job.  Speak Canadian.  I want us to get on the radio!!! The number is (323) 520-2376.  good hunting.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-77713586?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/77713586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/77713586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77713586' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-77705534</id><published>2002-06-13T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-13T11:07:47.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today &lt;a href="http://www.stupidhappy.com"&gt;stupidhappy&lt;/a href&gt; put up this really bad picture of Vanilla Ice and is asking for captions.  I figure that this would be especially good for Justin because we all know that Vanilla Ice is his hero.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-77705534?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/77705534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/77705534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77705534' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-77666624</id><published>2002-06-12T13:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-12T13:11:15.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm a sad, sad panda.  Im reading The Sum of All Fears right now and last night i got to teh chapter when teh nuke goes off.  I was really tired last night so i decided to stop there and continue today.  Alas my book is safe and sound on by bedside table instead of in my hands being digested by my intrigued mind.  So poor reader, i am instead going to verbally masturbate at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Disneyland on Monday.  It was fun, but since Gina bought me the yearly pass its lost a little bit of its lustre.  I was glad we took her little brother (13 years old) because he hadnt been in awhile and so that brought a little bit of the magic back.  I have this book that tells alot of the behind the scenes stuff.  Like teh riot that happened at Disneyland in 1979 or the multiple deaths that have occurred like stabbings and people being crushed by "America Sings."  The series is pretty cool.  Its called "Mouse Tales" if you're interested. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations Bishop Amat Baseball CIF champs&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-77666624?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/77666624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/77666624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77666624' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-77663224</id><published>2002-06-12T11:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-12T11:41:12.933-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today someone told me i should i take my time getting out of school.  As if almost 6 years wasnt enough.  &lt;br /&gt;I decided to stop my internship a week early so i can have some semblance of a summer and can start to work at Speedzone more because im really hard up for cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Unfaithful last night.  I thought it was ok, but i didnt like the ending and i hated the general subject matter.  I loath the idea of infidelity.  The entire time i was putting myself in the place of Richard Gere and trying to figure out how i would act.  I couldnt understand how he looked at Diane Lane the same way.  I dont know if i could stand to be in the same room with someone who acted like that.  Gina and i were trying to figure out what our reactions would be in similar situations and we couldnt come up with cohesive ideas.  &lt;br /&gt;I know that there are some people out there that have dealt with this and i want to know what you think when you see that person, or what goes through your mind when you find out?  How do you deal with it?  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-77663224?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/77663224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/77663224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77663224' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-77433323</id><published>2002-06-06T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-06T14:00:19.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I hate people who dont know or dont appreciate good comedy.  I am bored at work and checked out &lt;href&gt;www.strangebrew.com&lt;/href&gt; and &lt;href&gt;www.sctv.com&lt;/href&gt; and nearly creied that someone jacked great possible websites. I know that neither exist anymore, but neither does atlantis &lt;href&gt;www.atlantis.com&lt;/href&gt;   Dammit the href tags i used didint work.  Either i suck, blogger sucks or both&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-77433323?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/77433323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/77433323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77433323' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-77428540</id><published>2002-06-06T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-06T12:01:58.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here's the Blood Bowl Update:  Gammon conceded the last of his games. I am sorry that it came to that and i was looking forward to playing him, but i cant argue with his reasons.  It did end up working out for me though. I had a lot of Fan factor and crappy team rating and so did he. In English tath translates to 65,000 peole showing up to see the LA Avengers play San Dimas High School.  I made enough money to buy back one of the guys tim killed and to get a re-roll.  All 11 of my guys are healthy going into the playoffs and I get a buy because i came in second.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teh game between Tim, who hasnt won a game and Jeremy, who tied most of his games, will determine the playoff situation.  Justin, Collette, and I all tied for first but because records against each other, Brian was first, i was second and Justin is in third.  If Jeremy beats Tim then there is a 3 way tie for fourth.  It would end up bo (4th), Jeremy (5th), and Cory (6th).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In playoffs it goes 1 &amp; 2 get buys, 3vs6 and 4vs5.  The winner of 3&amp;6 plays me (2nd) and 4&amp;5 plays Collette (1st).  Im excited to see what happens, but it wont start until this weekend because Jeremy went to Harvard for a graduation.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-77428540?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/77428540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/77428540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77428540' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-77428181</id><published>2002-06-06T11:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-06T11:51:47.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I do casting calls.  That is one of my jobs for the internship and it is one of those things that is cool, but tiresome.  It gets boring really quickly, but it can be fun depending on the people i call.  Some are old women who have been with the talent company since the inception of time and cant write faster than the scribed for the Pharoh.  I dont like them because i talk fast and there limited abilities prevent them from following, so because of their inadequicies i have to hold myself back.  Its kinda like grammer school.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Casting calls are nothing but reading off a list of names to one of twenty different talent angencies and telling them what you want the poor slobs who have the same chance of winning the lottery as getting the part what to wear and to drop all their plans to be crowded into a small lobby with all their competition.  The casting that i attended one day should have entitlted the clone wars.  All of these guys betweem 5'11'' and 6'1" and 160-180 pounds chisled features and teh same relative blank stare wearing the same clothes from Abercrombie &amp; Fitch or Banna Republic.  (Minus the blank stare and the fact that he is Asian it would be a bunch of Jon Yao's.)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was offered to go to Utah for a shoot at the Bonneville Salt Flats.  I really want to go, but it is right about the time that school starts and i cant afford to miss the time at SpeedZone either.  Grrr.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-77428181?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/77428181'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/77428181'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77428181' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-77389145</id><published>2002-06-05T13:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-05T13:47:06.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Congratulations Steve (Fugi) on making Captain.  We all thought of you on friday when we went to see Sum of All Fears.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-77389145?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/77389145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/77389145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77389145' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-77389083</id><published>2002-06-05T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-05T13:45:30.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have issues.  My obsession with Legolas has been rekindled after seeing Lord of the Rings at bo's.  I have some bizarre attachment to him and Han Solo (non-sexual, you dirty people).  Legolas is so calm and collected as he stabs people with arrows then notches that motherfukker and kills some other guy 400 yards away.  That is bad ass!  If i could have the skills and personalities of any two it would be these.  Legolas is like ice during a battle, but has great passion for friends and ideals.  Han is very excitable, but maintains his skills. He can also make the Kessel run in less than 12 parsecs.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I pose this question to those of you out there.  Who and Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-77389083?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/77389083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/77389083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77389083' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-77388588</id><published>2002-06-05T13:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-05T13:32:57.706-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What a weekend. Both the past weekened and this upcoming weekend are chalk full of stuff.  This weekend I went to ren-faire, watched a very exciting Laker game 7 and after that immediately ran across Central Ave in Riverside to see Lord of the Rings.  All this was on sunday.  This weekend coming up i have a graduation to go to on Friday (its actually a graduation mass, which is good because i havent been to church lately). Then on saturday i work fom noon to eight, rest three hours then work from 11pm to 6am, rest 6 hours then work noon to 4.  Bitchin! I am so excited.  I always like to push my limits until i utterly fail or am so wiped out that i cant do anyhting for three days after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ren faire was great.  I havent been in at least 12 years and the only thing i remember then was a wooden sword and tops of boobies.  (at 12 they were still boobies) I was glad to see that my memories were mostly correct.  I dressed up as an Inquisitor, but i dont thing most people realized it.  I didnt really role play teh character as well as i could because i was trying to take everything in.  i did get hassled by some Anglicans, but i casually informed them that religion was not created by divorce.  I also got hit on and won a kiss from a worker.  It was good for the ego and i called Gina to tell her later.  The turtle race was cool, i liked the treeman and the alcohol flowed fairly well. I did discover that cleanliness wasnt next to godliness when while eating a turkey leg on the drumstick some lady came up and handed me a napkin. I laugh. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-77388588?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/77388588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/77388588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77388588' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-77152741</id><published>2002-05-30T12:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-30T12:54:58.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Crycrothia Fox-Dirge Quetzalfeathers-Talons &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my official (and randomly generated) Griffon name from www.stupidhappy.com.&lt;br /&gt;They also have a Dragon name generator that i havent tried yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-77152741?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/77152741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/77152741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77152741' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-77152377</id><published>2002-05-30T12:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-30T12:46:29.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had a chance to see Undercover Brother tonight with Jon and Tim.  Unfortunately tonight is the only day that i can see Gina.  Hmmm, blaxploitation comedy aka Austin Powers meets Shaft, or my girlfriend.  Gina wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately at Blood Bowl fests a few of us will go outside and start bagging on each others eccentricities.  I like it.  I think that all teh shit talking to the face is teh way to go.  Bo has put something similar on his site www.obazziz.net (thats right bastrd bo... no href's you got a problem?) but basically i think that i have actually developed better freindships with certain people, like Collette, because of this.  We can easily make fun of each other in the most basic and honest ways and not have to worry (i hope) about different shit being spread behind backs.  I am dealing with a bunch of " he said" crap right now at SpeedZone and i dont want to.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I alos realized that i hate power struggles.  Fortunately im not directly involved in this one, but a nice guy is and i think he is getting dicked around. Promises were made to coerce him into something, and those promises can only be met if 2/3 of the staff dies and the Lord lifts him up from on high.  I told him this last night and it looked like he felt bad, but i believe that it is better he find out now then later.  Brutal honesty at its best.     &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-77152377?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/77152377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/77152377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77152377' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-77110779</id><published>2002-05-29T11:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-29T11:59:09.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I took the test and was happily satisfied and unsatisfied with my canadianness.  I dont want to be canadian, but its funny.  Debacle!  Strange Brew is still one of teh best movies on earth, eh.  I guess 39% is just enough to be amusing, but not toqued out.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-77110779?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/77110779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/77110779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77110779' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-77110676</id><published>2002-05-29T11:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-29T11:56:12.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table border='0' width='185'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;td bgcolor='#ffffff' align='center'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;      &lt;a href='http://absolutek.com/canadiantest/'&gt;&lt;img src='http://absolutek.com/canadiantest/iamcanadian.jpg' border='0' alt='I AM CANADIAN'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;hr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;font color='#000000'&gt;&lt;b&gt;I am 39% CANADIAN!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;       &lt;font color='#000000' size='1'&gt;(&lt;a href='http://absolutek.com/canadiantest/'&gt;Take the Canadian-ness test&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-77110676?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/77110676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/77110676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77110676' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-77108005</id><published>2002-05-29T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-29T10:38:03.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been an absentee landlord, but it has been a crazy week.  I was a game player for Capcom at the Electronic Entertainment Expo (E3) and had a great time.  My job, if you can call it that, was to play video games for 8 to 9 hours a day and get paid $13 an hour.  The guys that i went with kept bitching about standing up for so long, being bored, etc.  but i had a blast.  I played resident evil Zero for the cube and Onimusha 2 and Red Dead Revolver for the playstation.  I also had time to walk around the show (normally $400 a ticket and you have to be connected to industry).  I had the great oppottunity to see Tony Hawk and Bob Burnquist, among others, skate on the half-pipe.  I also got to meet Tony Hawk and get hiss autograph. it was like being a little kid again.  I couldnt stop smiling and i went around for teh next two days just randomly saying "to-NY hawk" (if you have played his skating game you know that which i speak)  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On teh Blood bowl Circuit much has happened.  Tim took over Brian D's humans, and immediatly got spanked by Collette's Lizardmen.  Thne he massacred my team by killing three top players and injuring 3 more.  By the end of the game i had one guy on the field and he had 10.  I did, however beat him 3-2 and scored a touchdown with only two guys.  We played last night and i eeked a win from Jeremy's orcs thanks to a riot in the first half.  However things look bleak of the league.  Justin and Cory got into a rule dispute in the middle of Corys game with Jeremy.  I dont think the discussion wouldnt have gone as badly as it did if 1.) it werent goingon in teh middle of a game and 2.) if Cory was feeling like himself.  He seemed a little off last night and he is also the type of person that wants to put his full concentration on one thing.  He has told me. Justin, Collette and i think, Gammon that before, thats why i tried to stop it from happening during the game, but i guess i should have tried harder.  Cory ended up conceeding his game against Jeremy and the next one he had against bo.  I hope that he still plays in teh league the same way he and i talked Justin back into playing after all teh woodelf death and the same way i am trying to get Collette into sticking with it next season.   Mongo only pawn in game of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Memorial Day i threw a Bar-B-Q, at Tims.  Yes, Tim knew about it.  I think it turned out a lot better than i thought it would.  I was bitter at teh start of it becasue tim had just decimated my team not 10 minutes before, and teh first burgers i cooked showed my feelings.  Very quickly Stephen and Tim took over teh cooking and we all started having fun.  It lasted for a good 8 hours.  Ther was alcohol flowing so that helped, but i think it was cool that there were some new people there rather than the regular group.  We didnt have to rehash all the sameold stories and we had a chance to discover what teh new people were all about and start new friendships.  Life is pretty good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-77108005?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/77108005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/77108005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77108005' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-76774577</id><published>2002-05-20T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-20T15:59:42.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>STAR WARS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's my take: Yoda for Best Actor.  The range of emotion and character development that he showed added a great deal to the movie.  Most people i have talked to said they thought it started slow, unitl i reminded them that the first 10 minutes was a chase through the steel canyons of Coruscant.  Skywalker whining is genetic.  Now most people have a reason for hating Jar Jar (or loving him if you are like Dave) because he basically created the Emperor.  What i really liked in this movie was teh political stuff.  Teh republic is good, but the supreme Chancellor is bad, despite the fact that all teh characters like him.  He surreptitiously creates the rebellion, which we know is good, but most characters in this movie think is bad.  i think it will cool to see how things change in the third movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A bunch of us silenced teh entire audience of Manns Chinese by yelling "We love Jar Jar" before the movie started.  That is one of my gretest achievements.  so sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-76774577?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/76774577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/76774577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76774577' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-76774331</id><published>2002-05-20T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-20T15:52:16.780-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So Dave and Bob pulled into Covina at 1am on Friday noight missing the event of the year.  U-haul death creates frustration and loathing...news at 11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was an interesting weekend.  Begining on thursday i saw Star Wars (more on this subject later) and found out that i was going to work E3, the big electronic game convention.  Friday i was on the MTV show tail-daters as the "SpeedZone representative."  Saturday i went to the Chino Air Show and saw a mess of WWII planes.  It was so cool. B-17s, Corsairs, MiGs, as well as the Nazi planes they had on display.  That night we had a party at Jons sot ath all of us could get together.  Jefe, Cami, Steve and Angie never showed, so that kinda sucked.  Basically we played video games and drank all night which was satisfactory.&lt;br /&gt;Sunday i worked and then played Blood Bowl all night, nit getting hiome from Justins until 2am because me, Cory, Justin and Brian Collette were all talking about problems inherent with women (which i honestly couldnt currently relate to) and Steve Merrill (who is kind of a woman).  It was actually not all that productive but it was fun.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talk to you later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-76774331?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/76774331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/76774331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76774331' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-76629282</id><published>2002-05-16T12:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-16T12:08:54.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just talked to bob and dave and they will be entering Ca in about two hours.  Driving two days across country in a u-haul that is less pwerful than the Speedzone Grand Prix cars, according to bob, just to see a movie premiere is just dumb.  But its for Star Wars which makes it mandatory!  10 hours and counting until showtime.  Bitchin!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-76629282?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/76629282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/76629282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76629282' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-76547711</id><published>2002-05-14T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-14T13:23:46.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dave and Bob are driving in from DC to see Episode II at Manns Chinese as all true believers should.  But sadly Dave has embraced the Dark Side and it will tear his being asunder.  Due to circumstances beyond his immediate control he must allow Bob to drive his pathfinder across the country while he drives a U-Haul.  I understand that Palpatine embraced teh dark side for greater power and glory and Vader was duped into it, but alas, poor Dave was thrust into teh clutches of teh Sith due to the movers not showing up too his house.  Sorry, Darth Dave but we will have to rid teh world of your tainted existance for allowing your padawan learning to endanger the lives of millions on innocents by making a forty hour drive with no sleep.  Bob, I am sorry, but that is a diificult drive in any case and with little sleep it becomes Death Race 2000.  Hopefully you can redeem yourselves by making it to Hollywood in time for the movie.  Good Luck and may the Force be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-76547711?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/76547711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/76547711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76547711' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-76505431</id><published>2002-05-13T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-13T12:38:02.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Irrational Paranoia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does that little voice inside me scream when Gina wants to go to Vegas with Emily or to a party with Esther?  Tim asked me that very same thing when she went to Vegas and i was going out of me mind. My answer: fear.  I am not the uber jealous type, as a matter of fact I feel kind of honored when someone hits on her (as long as they are respectful when she says no).  But I have immense fear that she might not say no or would find someone that she likes better, makes her happier of provides some great benefit that I cannot.  I also cant keep the thought that something might go wrong and she will get hurt physically.  I am always worried about car accidents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past couple of months I have seem a few long-term relationships crumble.  I have been glad that I donÕt have to go through the crap that I see my friends dealing with and I thank Gina for that.  But, it doesnÕt meant that it cant happen. For whatever reason my mind deals in "ifs" and what if she were to go to a party and some guy starts talking to her and she feels some sort of connection that she doesnÕt get with me?  What happens then?  Does the three plus years end like that because he wouldnÕt choose Han Solo over her (kidding) or does she stay with me wondering what might have been with that guy and maybe her happiness suffers.  I donÕt think that regret and constant wondering helps relationships anymore than acting out that curiosity.  I fear that she might go out and realize that she doesnÕt have that much fun with me and that leaves it in the position of regret.  Tim totally didnÕt understand, but his sister Adrienne did and said she has felt the same way in the past.  What is behind these feeling?  IÕm not sure.  I think it has a lot to do with insecurity.  I donÕt want Gina to leave me.  I love her and I know that I would be devastated.  We have already talked about our life together and there is a certain amount of assuredness that permanence will occur, but no one can predict actualities.  She assures me that I have nothing to worry about and I believe her.  I know that she would never intentionally harm me by cheating on me or anything like that.  That isnt my worry.  My worry is the unintentional happenings.  We have all seen the movie where person A is about to marry person C, but person B comes in and sweeps person A away and leaves C looking like a fool. I donÕt want to be a C.  I want this movie to end with no drama and complete normality.  I think that if a more permanent mark were placed on the relationship then I would feel more comfortable.  As it stands the only thing that stops all of my fears from coming true is her feelings and its hard to place your emotions in someone elseÕs hands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-76505431?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/76505431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/76505431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76505431' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-76503835</id><published>2002-05-13T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-13T11:27:39.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry I havent posted for awhile, but the computer gives giving me these errors everytime I try to.  Maybe itÕs a doing all of you guys a favor by censoring my crap, but the crap must go on! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately there has been a lot of Clipper bashing going on.  Let me just say that in three years, assuming David Sterling the owner doesnÕt really screw things up, this team will be in contention for the Western Conference Finals.  Next year will be a playoff berth.  Mark my words.  This team beat the Lakers soundly and played them to within six points all of the other times they played.  The Los Angles Clippers will be a great team.  Right now in the press they are getting hammered (as well as the comment section on this site).  Mike Dunleavy a really good player for Duke said he will stay in school if the Clippers get a high pick.  Fuck him.  If that pompous little shit wants to blow millions of dollars and the chance to make a good team better then he can shove it.  I would rather be on the Clippers than either of the Florida teams or what about the Jazz, just because they are from Utah.  The last person that said that was Danny Ferry in the late 80s early 90s.  He played in Europe then came back to do NOTHING in the NBA.  Fuck him too.  The Clippers will get you one way or another.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-76503835?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/76503835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/76503835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76503835' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-76248662</id><published>2002-05-06T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-06T20:54:40.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I called one of teh 35 people that Brian and i bought tickets for.  He called me a god.  I think 11 bucks is a good price for worship and divine power. This guy, Mario, is going to see teh midnight show, the is taking his girlfriend's little brother to a morning show, thne is coming to Hollywood to watch it with us. Now thats what i call dedication!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goddammit, I just found out that crappy ass Corliss Williamson from the Detroit Pistons won the 6th man of the year awrd for the NBA.  For those of you that arent familiar its the award given to the person that is best of the bench.  The Clippers get Shunned again.  Quentin Richardson was one of teh best in the league as far as minutes and production go and he will probably start next year.  But teh whore-licking Pistons are in the playoffs and teh soon-to-be mighty Clippers stumbled at the end of the season.  I believe all Los Angeles residents should be in an uproar.  The NBA said that Detroit, Michigan has something better than we do.  Pishtosh!  They are fools and I say we boycott Detroit.  That will teach them.  Q was also in the critically acclaimed "VAN WILDER." I dont see Corliss Williamson with such a fine film on his resume.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that Clippers beat the hell out of Detroit and the Lakers next year.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-76248662?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/76248662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/76248662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76248662' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-76248035</id><published>2002-05-06T20:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-06T20:38:27.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>For my internship they wanted me to watch TV looking for a specific Toyota commercial.  I spent 4 hours doing it before going nuts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I begringly give Spider-man credit for something.  Its opening in conjunction with Cinco de Mayo totally obliterated any possible crowds at SpeedZone.  Saturday was really slow, but Rudy called me and asked what time everyone was supposed to meet to go mini-golfing there.  I had no idea, but no one ever showed up so i wonder if i was misinformed, Rudy was misinformed, or plans changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today i read tims site &lt;/href&gt;www.angstdei.com&lt;/href&gt; , which he finally updated.  He was slammed by two people who made thse bizarre conclusions of tim and his freinds based on his writing.  Dammit, how dare they infringe on my territory!  I believe that the years taht i haas well as a few other have put in give us the privilege as well as the right to harangue him about whatever the hell we please.  Not some projecting stranger over teh Internet.  There are probably alot of things wrong with tim as there are for all of us, but these two people didnt hit on any of them (except for the possible lack of motivation) and they bagged on all of us for teh same affliction.  Fuck Them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*** I wrote this at 2pm.  Since then i have learned that it was not two seperate individuals, but one pshycho-hose beast that is still feeling jilted over the loss of our dear oliver platt look alike.  The intruder into our lives (and i say our because we were slammed as well) was none other than ELena.  Tim did a little bit of investigating and came up with static ways to determine who was behind the sending.  I was actuallty thinking of calling her to see how she was as she was my freind before tim, but no.  I dont think i want anyone that petty as my freind.  Its actually disappointing i thought that she  would be able to get on with her life.  If tim could do it after Chan then almost anyone can overcome relationship blues.  Elena, If you are reading in this i have but one thing to add see bo's site regarding anthony at the bottom. &lt;/href&gt;http://www.obazziz.net/older.cfm?archivedate=2002%2D04%2D19%2022%3A05%3A45&amp;archivetype=prev&lt;/href&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-76248035?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/76248035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/76248035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76248035' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-76149753</id><published>2002-05-04T02:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-04T02:24:41.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow what night.  I went out with Adi, tim's sister, tim and Rudy met us at BJ's in west Covina.  It was actually a great and relaxing night.  And tim and I are watching Good Times...DYNO-MITE!&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, as i said we were at BJ's and we talked about alot of stuff. I know when i get i buzzed i talk...more than usual.  I told Rudy what i thought of him flirting with Michelle when i was going out with her and that was big thing off my chest, as it had been festering for quite some time.  Why does it take a long island, tequila shot and a kamikaze to do that?  I alos talked to Selena tonight so that tim could figure out if i broke up with her on Valentines day or teh day after.  I contend that it was after midnight and therefore the 15th.  She still didnt give us a straight answer.  It was a 20 minute long distance cell phone call wooof.  It was still good to talk to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I appreciate my freinds.  Most have them been long term (over 5 years) and i think that is great.  We can share storeies of adventure, triumph and failure and that is what makes the freindships great.  I am glad that i could somehow contribute to other peoples lives by expanding their base of freinds.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm on tims wall of family pictures.  I didnt realize it until i took a break at typing.  I dont know if that is good or bad. I think it is mostly good because im accepted as family, but then again, Elena is in some of the pictures and she has been excommunicated.  Hmmmm.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can i type the sometimes and teh other times?  How many licks does it take to get to the center of a tootsie pop?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world may never know.   &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-76149753?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/76149753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/76149753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76149753' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-76140849</id><published>2002-05-03T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-03T19:19:59.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright, the last two days i have treid to post the whole thing took a dump.  And they were good, at least i thoughts so.  Today, Tim, Rudy and Brian were going to Jon's to see Spider-man.  I do not want to see this movie.  The character was totally changed by James Cameron and has becaomne a male slut.  I also think Toby Macguire is a dick, because of the way he acted when he went to Speedzone.  But i digress.  Anyway i havent hung out with the guys for a long time and Gina works tonight, so it would have been perfect.  I was in a dilemmma.  I really wanted to hang out, but i really wanted to avoid spider man.  I gave in to freindship and God rewarded me by having all teh shows sellout.  Bitchin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, i also talked to my freind Jefe (www.loungespot.com) who told me that Maxim magazine called him and wanted to do a short interview with him about his Game Man a three foot tall version of the gameboy.  Totally awesome and you can see it on his sight. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We also got Star Wars tickets today for the Manns Chinese.  YES!  I am so excited.  me and 35 of my closest freinds waiting for seven hours with a bunch of other weirdos to see the second installment of teh great american epic.  I want to be Han Solo.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim is hungry now so we have to get food.  I'll write later   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-76140849?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/76140849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/76140849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76140849' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-76057827</id><published>2002-05-01T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-01T16:43:34.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My friends are mostly neurotic fags (but thats ok, because i cant spell).  No seriously, lately bo has been thinking himself up shit creek and now, from looking at his posts, Tim is doing the life is fleeting so whats teh point routine.  Well mother humper the point is this...if you think that your life is worth nothing and will fade, then it will.  I think my life is worth my experiences, my freinds, my girlfreind and all the things and that i havent done yet as well as teh little impressions that my existence has given to people.  That is what wont fade to dust and if it does, who cares.  I had fun.  I loved, laughed, loved, tripped occassionaly, failed, and succeded.  But the point is that i did it.  And i will do it again.  Thats why i give them shit.  Brian's right tim post those weird stories and enjoy the experiences and teh laughs that came out of them.  enjoy the impression that you left on the potential minag e tois (?) couple.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On other notes i am applying to Blizzard for a PR job.  I hope i get it, because who wouldnt want to market Diablo 3, but i think the competition will be stiff, but at leasti tried.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if i can only learn to spell...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-76057827?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/76057827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/76057827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76057827' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-75977835</id><published>2002-04-29T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-29T15:10:26.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, that failed.  As far as my skill goes HTML can stand for Hot Tamales Mild Limes, because as far as im concerned i can write in it as well as i write in Greek (not at all).  Hopefully i can get Tim on teh case tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday i saw the 1972 Horror movie...FROGS.  It was one if the coolest pieces of crap i have ever seen.  Frogs and lizards, gila monsters and trantula's all get pissed off at this family that lives in a swamp.  The bullfrogs orchestrated everything and it was very funny. Brian Collette saw it at Hollywood video and&lt;br /&gt;  read teh back and immidiately proclaimed it to be his favorite movie.  If you are ever at hollywood video and have a buck ninety-five to blow rent that...or buy those fluffy things, I dont actually care.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-75977835?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/75977835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/75977835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#75977835' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3482374.post-75976715</id><published>2002-04-29T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-29T14:36:16.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so i have finally decided to join my generation and the three after me in getting a webpage.  But i still dont have the internet at home so Ha i say to the 21st century.  This is basically a plain test to see what stuff looks like and what stuff i can do on my own without tim or bo.  I iz uberfef!!!  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3482374-75976715?l=uberfef.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/75976715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3482374/posts/default/75976715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://uberfef.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#75976715' title=''/><author><name>Robert</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14381430300014588706</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
