<?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-5983245602898794480</id><updated>2011-07-30T07:57:29.156-07:00</updated><category term='Soccer'/><title type='text'>The UniBlogger</title><subtitle type='html'>My ode to stupidity.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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>66</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983245602898794480.post-3082845393929476862</id><published>2011-01-27T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T16:03:42.487-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ghey</title><content type='html'>I like this logic of if I don't like you I'm gay,if it's like that I'll suck a dick so fast I'll start to digest it.just to get you to leave me alone&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-3082845393929476862?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/3082845393929476862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/3082845393929476862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2011/01/ghey.html' title='Ghey'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-3980695964205717752</id><published>2011-01-27T15:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T15:57:22.824-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Babe</title><content type='html'>I wish hospitals like checked your credit and did a background check before they let you take the baby home to see if you could handle the responsibility of raising a human being&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-3980695964205717752?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/3980695964205717752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/3980695964205717752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2011/01/babe.html' title='Babe'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-8053172753228562851</id><published>2011-01-27T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T15:52:20.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Россия</title><content type='html'>Russian girls are so cute because inside of them there's an even smaller one and inside of her there's an even smaller one&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-8053172753228562851?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/8053172753228562851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/8053172753228562851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2011/01/blog-post.html' title='Россия'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-5171311252689523717</id><published>2011-01-27T15:30:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T15:50:06.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>S\\ S\\\\\</title><content type='html'>If you think about it selling sea shells by the sea shore has got to be the WORST place to sell them. Buy some sea shells? You mean this one that I just. Picked up off the ground ? There's tons of them, this was not a good idea Sally.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-5171311252689523717?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/5171311252689523717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/5171311252689523717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2011/01/s-s.html' title='S\\ S\\\\\'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-6876221763612498597</id><published>2011-01-27T15:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T15:30:45.841-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Doggy Style</title><content type='html'>I was walking my dog and I saw this sign that said curb dogs and I thought it was a little weird that they want people to crush their dogs heads on the street. So I lifted up my leg and smashed his skull on the fucking curb.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-6876221763612498597?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/6876221763612498597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/6876221763612498597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2011/01/doggy-style.html' title='Doggy Style'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-1279976604040243725</id><published>2011-01-27T15:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T15:30:08.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby Blues</title><content type='html'>If it was possible to find out I wonder how many fetuses would chose abortion. Like these people are going to be your owners for 18 years, does that work for you? Some kid looks up and sees two crackheads and thinks fuck this and wraps the umbilical chord around his neck.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-1279976604040243725?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/1279976604040243725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/1279976604040243725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2011/01/baby-blues.html' title='Baby Blues'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-1728666090099415416</id><published>2011-01-27T15:28:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T15:28:45.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>H.E Double hockey sticks</title><content type='html'>I hate people who say they want to go to hell to hangout with their idols. Like hells a little speakeasy where everyone who's anyone hangs. ITS HELL it's not yr fucking dream. It's all pain, suffering &amp; fire demons rape yr eye sockets with barbwire cocks. Cocks 2 one in each eye While monsters rip your bones out yr chest. If you plan on going to hell acknowledge you're a shitty person who deserves eternal punishment&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-1728666090099415416?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/1728666090099415416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/1728666090099415416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2011/01/he-double-hockey-sticks.html' title='H.E Double hockey sticks'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-1128723003313129054</id><published>2011-01-27T15:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-27T15:27:33.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Racist  Metal Detector.</title><content type='html'>I always wondered do black people become sand N words when they go to the beach? N words sounds so much better than nigga, N word is better than nigger like how a beating from your dad is better than a beating from your step dad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-1128723003313129054?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/1128723003313129054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/1128723003313129054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2011/01/racist-metal-detector.html' title='Racist  Metal Detector.'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-2572214448239819192</id><published>2011-01-18T20:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-18T21:25:21.099-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Funny</title><content type='html'>I'm so tired of lame jokes from people who just use "pussy" and all its aliases and "dick" and all its aliases or worn out premises of rape and murder. its so plain and childish there's no thought to it its just a sad cry for attention "look at me I said poop give me a laugh PLEASE!" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; You can't log into Twitter without seeing these people who think its Yuk Yuk's and they need to kill by any means necessary by saying the foulest shit to get a reaction. desperate assholes looking for a "LOL" and a "LMAO" to make them think their as funny as they think they are. because they've seen a couple of stand up shows and told the jokes they heard at a party. they haven't gotten up on a stage and lived and died simultaneously dying in the silence and being resurrected by a laugh and applause. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a pro I'm the most amateur wannabe comedian in the world but I know funny, its the only thing I know, It's the only thing I'm good at. Comedy isn't the same thing rehashed its spontaneous new ideas and real life experiences that you can't do anything besides laugh at. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys like Louie C.K who don't ever reuse jokes as a rule are real geniuses not just comedic geniuses. I don't know any comic who's on their 5th hour of new and original material. I know comparing everyone to a professional comedian is kind of unfair but shouldn't everyone see what he does and say maybe don't think of new ways to say cock today and talk about something interesting? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;please will you just say something fucking new show me you're more than just a piece of sand lost in the desert. That you have more in your head than perverted jokes. I wish there was censorship on internet to clear the brush of stupidity not just in words but of videos. just some force saying "no thats stupid I'm gonna take it down for your own good, you hurting yourself on purpose to get a couple hundred views on YouTube gets you banned from the internet. you're too stupid to use this gift" and thats what it is, we don't think of it like that because of how long we've had it and abused it but its incredible a device that connects the world together in seconds. it sounds magical, something that only the best the world has to offer should use to make life better. But no everyone can use it and everyone want's to be a star and thinks this is the way to do it. The mediocre don't want to accept their mediocrity and that's a good thing in theory but we can't all be rich and we can't all be beautiful. the world needs fuck-ups and failures for the exemplary to rise above them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-2572214448239819192?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/2572214448239819192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/2572214448239819192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2011/01/funny.html' title='Funny'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-7200357056322101704</id><published>2011-01-16T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T04:45:15.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Six letter word for funny</title><content type='html'>N i g g e r. It's just a word it's just a word! It is just a fucking word. It wasn't always but I don't live in that time when it was so it's not anything besides a word that used to be in lexicon prison and is out now trying to reasimate into society. I say it because it was never wrong to say to be. I've been called one a lot and the first few times I had to do a double take like "me? You mean me, I'm a? I'm one of you?"  and then I heard the mexican kids say it and even stranger I heard white kids saying it so I developed a theory. If one calls you one you become one like a gameof word tag and i think that's why the word came into existence I think a slaver heard a click and whistle at him that sounded like it and took offense and called the black man it back it went something like  *whip crack* " hwooglloo goo eee née gerrr" "what did you say? Don't call me a née ger you bastard" *whip crack*  something like that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could have happened another way. I'm not much of a historian but what I do know about any word it's all feeling and context look at the word b"itch" and "cunt" it's a word to call a woman who's being a bitch and or cunt but other times it's like just a word which makes me mad because cunt is nice and beautiful it's too good for a fucking bitch who's pissing you off enough to mess up what insult you should call her. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't know what it means to be called a word that hurts an entire race we have wetback which is nothing especially because most wetbacks don't even understand that they should be insulted when they're called one since they don't know English  and that sucks because it shows how much our race doesn't give a fuck about asimilation. We live right next door to the place we can't stay away from you'd think we would take it in but no we pride ourselves in being stupid in another country. Look at the radio stations in LA 90% rancheras because they didn't bother to learn how to read English and run a top 40 station like the other 10% &lt;br /&gt;I think we should take a page from japan, they love America and they did worse than take American jobs they took American lives. But they love us now and we basically kissing cousins.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-7200357056322101704?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/7200357056322101704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/7200357056322101704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2011/01/six-letter-word-for-funny.html' title='Six letter word for funny'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-8853911202539469493</id><published>2011-01-16T03:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-16T04:10:08.785-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Shame Spiral</title><content type='html'>I can't get passed moments in my life, I relive my worst fucking moments of my life and that's kind of a normal thing but I can't get enough self hate I'm so sadomasochistic I need to put myself in other peoples shame shoes to get that right amount of disgust to where I want to puke out my shame. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't content i've dropped happy from my life goals I'm just trying to ignore that I'm me when I'm alone in a room. I want to eternal sunshine my shame out and other peoples shame that I shouldn't be carrying. It doesn't depress me but it makes me want to punch myself in the face until I bleed.  That's what sucks about liking pain punishment doesn't really teach you a lesson it just expands your threshold. I've been awake during surgery there's nothing I might ever feel that will come close to that the only thing I have is shame it's the only thing that takes me down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thinking about all the times I've pissed my bed or someone elses or my pants in public set my skin on fire and leave sweat on my forehead. There's nothing like pissing yourself to make you feel like a worthless bastard it's something you think you've mastered after your balls have dropped and if you feel like so what it's just piss ive shit myself  in public too! &lt;br /&gt;I'm a professional incontinental man of mystery. I remember it like it was yesterday it was the 90's and I was in 4th grade and the entire class was reading while I was shitting and then letting it fall down my pant leg and then kick it under a table I felt like an animal and not embarrassed that word doesn't come near because I didn't feel bad it was like I was an animal just shitting right in the field. &lt;br /&gt;That doesn't shame me writing it because one no one will read it and two I don't care but I feeI I should feel something some kind of shame and self hate but I don't and that makes me feel like a lost person. I was so calm about it like I had done it once a week. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to find out peoples shame it suppememts my own shame but people don't like reliving it like I do and it reminds me of the disconnect I have I want everything from someone and then for them to go away but stay close because I'm possessive and an asshole I'm basically a 2 year old with people as toys. I need to grow up I need to at least hit emotional puberty I feel I won't fuck up every relationship with people not just girls I like.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So if you read this tell me your shame let's connect and feel like bff's and then hate me so I can in turn like you more. Like the emotional toddler I am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-8853911202539469493?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/8853911202539469493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/8853911202539469493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2011/01/shame-spiral.html' title='Shame Spiral'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-955299105285897742</id><published>2010-04-01T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-01T20:50:32.214-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What happened to Grimace and the hamburglar in 1973 ?</title><content type='html'>They want to retire Ronald Mcdonald because he's a bad influence on kids. Thats why they sent grimace and mayor mCcheese to Siberia to do time. This is what I don't get about the world we say its ok to be big and bash skinny people but we have shows about fat people getting skinny. And we kill off characters who some how make you want to eat more but advertise a dollar menu at the same time. We report on people trying to actually be the fattest person alive when we should hospitalize her for attempted suicide. They go after ronald mcdonlad because he might make kids want mcdonalds but they don't attack happy meals which are covered in advertising. Why does it matter if he does make them want it its not like their going to get off work and pick some up. And you can't blame the parents because I don't know why, you just can't. We need to stop bullshitting and say people need to lose weight and be healthy and stop applauding people who are fat &amp; proud of it. And I know some people are naturally big and their current size is the smallest they can be, I'm not talking about them.I'm talking about people who advertise being "plus sized" if they were really proud they would just say fat but they're not they just built up a tough skin to being made fun of. We need to leave Ronald Mcdonald alone and focus on real problems. and do we need to listen to parents complaining, And I don't want to be a dick but its not parents its female mothers what dad really cares about what his son eats as long as he eats it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-955299105285897742?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/955299105285897742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/955299105285897742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2010/04/what-happened-to-grimace-and-hamburglar.html' title='What happened to Grimace and the hamburglar in 1973 ?'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-7349732470714912367</id><published>2010-02-04T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-04T16:43:35.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coin-op heart.</title><content type='html'>Why do we still use coin-op machines? coin-op machines remind me of the first internal combustion engine they still work and thats commendable but they need to be retired and replaced maybe by new machines that use swipe cards so they can lose their old school charm and become just like everything else. The new machines won't rattle and break they'll be silent and be like riding a donkey. &lt;br /&gt;Laundry mat coins are so nice they should be worth more then one wash. Something about having to pay dollars for coins makes them really intriguing, the only problem is which one do we add to the currency there are some really good ones so I propose a exchange rate governed by Asian couples.&lt;br /&gt;Just like electric cars they just get the job done but they have 0 personality, and I know you can buy a tesla but not really, Like if you could afford to buy a Tesla Roadster you can afford to kill someone in Indonesia thats how expensive it is.&lt;br /&gt;Electric cars were supposed to be sleek and affordable they were supposed to be used when it was raining and jet packing to work was impossible, Where are our jet packs!? ever year there's some jackass on the internet showing off his failure that he's been working on for the last 45 years and I know thats harsh but after the first 20 prototypes fail just give up.&lt;br /&gt;If you really want a jet pack buy a motorcycle its the same thing same outfit,same feeling, and it shares the same consequences if you fall off of a motorcycle with one of those illegal helmets that almost everyone has it will be just like falling from the sky at 60 miles an hour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-7349732470714912367?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/7349732470714912367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/7349732470714912367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2010/02/coin-op-heart.html' title='Coin-op heart.'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-8766477008847783922</id><published>2010-01-04T19:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T23:47:50.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Girls girls girls</title><content type='html'>Why are girls never satisfied with anything? &lt;br /&gt; Could it be high standards? maybe, its possible that women set the ball too high. There's nothing wrong with that except for the part where if they do actually get what they want they won't accept it, it doesn't have to be words just something that lets me know you're happy. "There's something about me that makes me ugly" "you're right" Can you ever give that answer? Yes but if you were planning on fucking the aforementioned abomination then its a big 10-1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Its because people, especially girls need/want to be payed attention to. All women to in the form of compliments, it is because they are women its so basic and rudimentary that its heard alongside white noise, guys like compliments too but you can't accept it only assholes do it because its their drug. Some people are susceptible to flattery and some are immune to it both are sick of it they received a abundance of it half crave it and the rest are done with it an example of someone who walks both sides is my sister she's a genius she's known it since she was 11 and was always the cool kid ,5 years of everyone from 5 year olds to 80 year olds fertilizing her ego is no where near enough recently she told me I'm depressed and no one gives a shit I told her to do something like write,play music, or turn your body in to a beacon of lust and she said leave me alone get out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To protect the identity of the person in the next example I will be changing the name of the person constantly I think its fine to bring it up but if its not then I apologize don't worry only we know who you are (and you know who you are said in that 50's-60's way)&lt;br /&gt; Sybil has a boyfriend she has been dating for four months she likes him but she doesn't want to do anything past a middle school kiss because she's gained weight this year so she feels he won't want to touch her he's no t the kind of person to notice that so it never comes up I've told her to tell him this I think this is something that he should know more then me, its like talking to a guidance counselor, they argue and hideously look back at what once was beautiful&lt;br /&gt;I think what a better chance to fuck but he doesn't, heres my point he must have said something to her that made her change her facebook status and he had to have said something else to make her to lay with her, Why is he silent now&lt;br /&gt;maybe its because he likes her the way she is so he doesn't she doesn't. So I don't know what to do to help besides listen and give advice that won't be taken.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a symbiotic relationship between internet guys and girls the girls ask for attention and the guys supply it. Its something that's a big part of this time it started on myspace and moved to FaceBook/Twitter. Is it a normal about of attention that just looks like a lot because its there all the time, I say yeah there is a abundance of it, there's to much look at me and tell me i'm pretty tell me something anything that makes me feel better/good about myself. No one says what they say on the internet in real life no one tells a girl how much they like her tits, The way I see it if you can't say it in real life then don't say at all. &lt;br /&gt;I don't know if I'm just complaining about because what else is there to do on social networking sites girls can do anything but guys only have 3 options flirt, be funny which is really easy or be smart but there's a 100 person cap on smart people so thats out.&lt;br /&gt;Being behind a screen is like being drunk you think your current thought needs to be heard I'm talking about those guys who follow girls who flash tit in their user pics&lt;br /&gt;In my head I have this picture that FB is for adults,Twitter is for teenagers to distract them from going on FB.&lt;br /&gt;I want to find out who I can charge with the crime but its like global warming everyone does it and you can't blame everyone and not everyone will admit it.&lt;br /&gt;most dudes jerk off to the I/G's pictures y'a know its really gross and the girls know it and support it, I think I'm going insane when I see a chick leave a link to a album of her mashing her tits into a camera, I want to ask what's wrong with you, why do you need someone to fantasize about you ?&lt;br /&gt;My inspiration for this was the sad girls on the internet letting the world know that they want to bleach the bad memories away. There's times when its funny but then there's times when you read something that makes you want to walk away. I don't blame the girls I blame the guys who couldn't have done it better like go gay no girl cant be hurt by that, moving away somewhere far away with no cell service, cheating with a ugly girl, start doing drugs, do anything that a girl wouldn't stand for. But don't ever break up with a girl for another not only does it destroy the girl but it dooms the next relationship and it gives us those super depressed updates that make everyone pretend like its not there.&lt;br /&gt;The problem is I can't tell if its a call for help or just normal. It bothers me because I can't help it that I want to help. Even if I can't do anything about it. I have been thinking about it and maybe its like the blues someone gets it and gives it to the rest of us like chicken pox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-8766477008847783922?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/8766477008847783922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/8766477008847783922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2010/01/girls-girls-girls.html' title='Girls girls girls'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-1079009662434228098</id><published>2009-12-30T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-30T20:59:33.178-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Seen it already</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.impawards.com/1995/posters/major_payne.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; 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cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 444px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/52/Pacifier_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/ab/Hardball_ver1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 278px; height: 425px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/ab/Hardball_ver1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/25/Tooth_fairy_promo_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 288px; height: 432px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/2/25/Tooth_fairy_promo_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/a6/TheGamePlanposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 447px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/a6/TheGamePlanposter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/f5/Race_to_witch_mountain_film.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 437px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/f5/Race_to_witch_mountain_film.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These types of movies always leave me dumbfounded maybe the spell worked and I am intrigued by the Herculean character the way they want me to be, but its never that its the fact that this movie has been made over and over and over and over again(start off the first over slowly then speed up and stop quickly at the last over) Why do people like to watch a grown man hangout around children for 2 hours, even he doesn't like it at first, but then his heart grows three size.  &lt;br /&gt;The plot of everyone of these movies men who fuck up big one time and then have to spend 2 hours trying to make it right and always a long for the ride is a woman who has absolutely zero attraction to the scum bag for whatever reason but by the end of the movie she's done to fuck in front of anyone. Why is this normal maybe because its partially true some men really are only better because of the women behind them, but why is this what we show children,It never makes either of us look good, it cements the ideas that men fuck up and women feel the need to come in for the save.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of these movies the anti-hero has fucked up big yet again and has to move mountains to fix what he did, I always wonder why couldn't he have done this an hour and 50 minutes ago, the end is right out of Odyssey a big evil blocks the anti-hero turned hero from the credits, its usually a fat hag or a disgusting warthog who has a connection to Gilgamesh that was formed early on in the movie, just so they can meet up in the end, they usually hate each other for no real reason other then filler, they battle and in the end he wins the child's heart the woman's heart and everyone in the worlds heart because if it can't end where everyone can see then why do it at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-1079009662434228098?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/1079009662434228098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/1079009662434228098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/12/seen-it-already.html' title='Seen it already'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm1.static.flickr.com/35/70587027_533b3f8ebf_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983245602898794480.post-6933203580048873921</id><published>2009-11-30T20:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T21:24:46.138-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Frog princess</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f371/ced4life/the-fresh-prince-of-bel-air_324x218.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 324px; height: 218px;" src="http://i51.photobucket.com/albums/f371/ced4life/the-fresh-prince-of-bel-air_324x218.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The Frog Princess is a tiny bit racist, I know everyone likes to say Walt Disney was a racist and some how he is still in control of the content they put out but lets be serious he's not or maybe he is I don't know or care. I don't really know anything about him being a racist so I'm ignoring it besides can't we forgive him ? he gave us Mickey Mouse and other lesser known characters, doesn't it out weigh the alleged racism, suppose the jews were evil and Hitler waged war against them, but then people found out he hated the jews not to the level that the real hitler does, would he still be considered evil ?&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; I saw the billboard for it and I thought "wow were still doing this" and I also thought "ha he's a black bad guy so he has a cane and a gap tooth" the fly who has missing teeth and a big ass, I had to look close to make sure it said Disney and not Tyler Perry Presents, then I saw the commercial, Quick run down of it young black couple is easily  tricked by black warlock who sings and dances, and ass jokes both covering farts and size, I don't understand why this allowed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A movie like this has either all white or all one race casts because if a white warlock tricked a black person it would seem racist to white people who like to think black folk anger easy and stuff like this sets them off so if they do it for them it will be all good in the hood. But the truth is most black people can spot real racism they've been dealing with it for ever and have been able to tell the racism from the stupidity. If a black magician tricked white people not because the color of the skin but because the way it is being used.&lt;br /&gt;The only accurate part of the movie is the part where the magician is a salesman salesmen are the perfect hybrid of a shark and a sheep. All great salesmen are assholes it is a requirement, its kind of like being a soldier you turn off the human side of you, because you wouldn't survive with it still intact. Why do you think most people get fred or quit from sells jobs its because most don't have the lack of emotion or the charm needed to be a good salesman you need to be able to make someone but more with just words and a smile, I used to be a shreep(shark/sheep) the job was never to get a sale but two or three or just have someone hand over their wallet, there's nothing wrong with that people need to buy things to keep this country going, but it corrodes your mind to see people emptying their wallets and seeing a look of fear after finding out there is no escape and even if they didn't have enough they would leave with more then they wanted because it didn't really mater what they took because the amount we had taken was more then enough to fill our pockets with the extra because thats what it was really about making enough to take a piece out without the boss knowing about it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-6933203580048873921?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/6933203580048873921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/6933203580048873921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/11/frog-princess.html' title='Frog princess'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-3694207593221604137</id><published>2009-10-14T15:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T15:45:20.024-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There Can Only Be One.</title><content type='html'>Some movies share a title and one of them is usually way better then the other, I think the better one should keep the name and the other one should have to go by something else. Becasue when you channel surf you see a movie like the one below and you think yay ! Badboys is on then you put it there and Will Smith and Martin Lawrene are giving  Joe Pantoliano a heart attack not Sean Penn doing some crazy shit to a guy who raped his girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.posteritati.com/jpg/B4/badboys_1sh.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 322px; height: 357px;" src="http://www.posteritati.com/jpg/B4/badboys_1sh.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://snarkerati.com/movie-news/files/2008/06/bad-boys-movie-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 357px; height: 448px;" src="http://snarkerati.com/movie-news/files/2008/06/bad-boys-movie-poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-3694207593221604137?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/3694207593221604137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/3694207593221604137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/10/there-can-only-be-one.html' title='There Can Only Be One.'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-6744624244848787752</id><published>2009-10-14T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T15:33:10.684-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seen it Already.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/6d/Stepfatherremakeposter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 299px; height: 445px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/6/6d/Stepfatherremakeposter.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://phreshdelivery.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/lakeview_terrace_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 444px;" src="http://phreshdelivery.files.wordpress.com/2008/09/lakeview_terrace_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-6744624244848787752?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/6744624244848787752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/6744624244848787752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/10/seen-it-already.html' title='Seen it Already.'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-3044802459150562733</id><published>2009-10-12T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-12T19:32:32.179-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Angel the filipino trash metal band from the 80's</title><content type='html'>I heard Death Angel on a sunday in september when I was listening to the metal show on Indie I think it was called Harmony in My Head or something anyways the chick plays this song Evil Priest and it was the greatest metal song I had ever heard. It wasn't just power chord, power chord, power chord, solo power chord, another solo and an outro it had an original feeling even though it was the same thing everyone else was playing. &lt;br /&gt; They were just a couple of teenagers playing music think of Bill and Ted with balls and less time traveling, Like most bands they just played and toured until they had to get car shaped beds because normal ones felt too weird like when Tom Hanks sleeps on the floor because the bed is too soft. Then they released The Ultra Violence,definitely one of the best metal albums to ever come out, and it sold fine imagine being 15,16 years old and having just recorded an album that does well, the only people that happens to are teenage pop stars.&lt;br /&gt; So the drummer gets fucked up in an accident and they get booted from their label and drift off into obscurity then in the year 2000 ! and one they got back together and still are but its not like it used to be now they're a nu metal looking and sounding band and only one guy from the original band is in so its not really Death Angel I hate it when a member of a band does that he or she leaches onto the name because they know that one one wants to see Mark Osegueda's new band they want to see Death Angel its funny even if people know its a different line up they want to say they saw Death Angel or whatever band but it makes no sense because if they say that then someone who knows says now or then and they say" last week" and the questioner says "oh"&lt;br /&gt; Megadeth has a similar problem the band really is the Dave Mustaine band and people want to see that but for some reason he doesn't drop the name maybe because he wants to go down with his ship. He said in this months GuitarWorld that he only has one more Megadeth album left in him so hopefully he will do something that maybe he wasn't able to be before after he gets it done, It makes me think if he knows that its one more and its over then why make it because it now just feels like he has to make it because its a job and not an expression of his soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So check them out but only The Ultra Violence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-3044802459150562733?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/3044802459150562733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/3044802459150562733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/10/death-angel-filipino-trash-metal-band.html' title='Death Angel the filipino trash metal band from the 80&apos;s'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-648510411643338787</id><published>2009-10-09T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-10T15:17:55.971-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wax</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/4569530/63563-main_Full.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 600px; height: 450px;" src="http://i.ehow.com/images/GlobalPhoto/Articles/4569530/63563-main_Full.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's in charge of the candle racket ? I have no idea but I'm sure they have been at it since walking was the fastest way to get around, I wish I knew because I want to thank them because I love candles,they're so much fun not for any sexual reason but it is fun to splash wax on yourself but thats something for another time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's nothing better then turning off the lights and lighting up some candles,something about kicking it pioneer style that calls to me, It makes me think of slumber parties and the rain, Right so candles are fun in a weird way because of the way you control everything about them you can let it burn a hole into the middle and ruin the candle,you can control the incredibly powerful element fire,think about that fire the tool that's been tamed but reminds us that its still wild and can do whatever it wants whenever it wants. Candles make things funner or at least just different and thats good enough,the biggest one being reading there's almost no better way to read a book unless your reading outside in the setting sun or by a roaring fire, number two has to be looking for ghosts for obvious reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I grew up Christian and we didn't have cool candles like other religions we just had..... nothing really, its the worst religion to grow up with the only thing they have to offer is morals and easter until it was deemed against god same thing happened to Halloween I actually have never bought a catholic candle with the mary on it because I'm sure i'll go to hell for it,I wish I grew up catholic because even if there was a chance of being raped look at all the cool things you got to use,candles obviously but you got to use the flying guillotine thing that had smoke coming out of it, the foot rests in the benches and those real official looking robes. Almost every other religion has candles like this &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/ec/Thaicandle2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 500px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/e/ec/Thaicandle2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know who's he's praying to but I want in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candle wax is kind of like cooking oil it hurts like hell the first time but after it starts to feel normal, I think an old anonymous poet said it best "no pain no gain". If you don't get burned then how would you know if something was hot.&lt;br /&gt; Handling candle wax can get hard especially if you have of those multiple wick candles it becomes a puzzle how do you remove wax with out putting out one of the wicks because after you out one out its ruined,its smaller then the other ones and doesn't burn as bright, I like to let the candle burn the way its supposed to but then I cant help but start poking at it with a knife and break pieces off and hold it over the flame, or sometimes I like to make wicks and add them to the candle when its dying so its gets bigger, After you do that and realize that anything can become a wick you get a little pissed because all the wicks yo make burn better then the little cactus pin looking thing wicks that come with it. I don't really care about the way it smells because its pretty easy to make a candle smell I mean how can you fuck up apples or vanilla, the ones I won't give a pass to is the ocean ones with the shells and shit inside&lt;br /&gt;First off why would you want the salty ocean in your house,I love the sea but I don't want it in the house because I'll start thinking about the docks and the wet garbage and raw fish. I don't think its strange that I like candles as much as I do because I keeps me from setting bigger fires,of course not, There's not guy who doesn't like fire its a guy thing like liking to work with your hands and pretending broken bones don't hurt. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't like incense and those little pots where you light a candle and it heats up the oil above or burns the little incense rocks or whatever, I did through a phase where I did but now I say fuck'em, Incense is great if you like to pretend you smoke or hide what you where smoking and those pots are just boring and take to long to get interesting.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-648510411643338787?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/648510411643338787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/648510411643338787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/10/wax.html' title='Wax'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-6594843344661910217</id><published>2009-10-07T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T19:43:51.567-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Soccer'/><title type='text'>Bust.</title><content type='html'>People like to throw the word bust around,its the only word rookies get called I don't think there's a word for a good rookie there's just "good play by the kid" and "good moves by the rookie" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes a player a bust, I would say its a guy who was supposed to be a star right from the first day he laces up his cleats but for whatever reason he just doesn't work he's not fast enough he's not smart enough he's just not ready for the pros but thats not it he has to get released from his team and get picked up by another team get released again then either quit or go to another league thats the only way I will call someone a bust.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not if they have a bad year or get traded because a bad year means nothing it happens to the best look at Tom Brady two years ago he was scoring more touchdowns then most quarterbacks do in their entire professional career, And now he is playing like a rookie and in a small way he is a rookie again he missed a year of football where not only did he have to heal but he had to see his team go on without him with a new guy who he never really saw as a threat to his job like all star QB's who have only good things to say about their backups as long as thy stay backups the only guy who tells the truth about extra QB's is Donovan McNabb he gets so mad about another quarterback coming to the Eagles,its like he thinks he's going to be taken to the back of the shed, thats why I don't believe him when he says he's happy about Michael Vick coming to the Eagles,if Michael Vick wasn't Mike Vick then he would be on ESPN talking about how he doesn't know why they brought him on to the team but he doesn't like it,then he would go home and cry a little. Also Donovan is the weirdest name for a QB. So if Tom Brady has a bad year which would be like a good year for any Raider QB people would say he isn't the same Tom so then if we were going by the one bad year rule would Tom become a bust or a broken QB,no of course not so why can't a rookie have a bad year or two look at the Rose Bowlers Matt Leinart,Reggie Bush,Lendale White, and Vince Young they all were supposed  to do something,some more then others but the point is they all had a lot to live up to Reggie was the best running back in USC history,watch any game and you'll see him run through defense like he was a ghost, Lendale was his backup and when he got a chance he would show that he could be  a good replacement for Reggie, Matt Leinart was the hero of USC he was supposed to destroy the Longhorns and take his place in the ranks of the NFL elite but for whatever reason he can't do it,he's stuck somewhere mentally,but its not all bad I think he will be ready to take over for Kurt when the time comes. The funniest guy is VY Vince young he was the only one doing well, he won the Rookie of year award he went to the pro bowl and and then he followed that up by taking his team to the playoffs the way he was going he should have won the Super Bowl then won the Super Bowl again and won the Grey Cup just because, But he didn't he got hurt and replaced by Kerry Collins, Kerry "it was the booze not me" Collins and now he just sits on the bench tweeting and stretching, I love it when you see a backup player stretching but its the fat kid stretches just the arms and a few high knees,Big Ben does then sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some players who get branded a bust get big later in their careers but they never live it down like whenever they get talked about they always have to bring up the fact that they were a bust like a warning to fantasy players.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys like Jeff Garcia who go up and down are the people I consider broken not busted he's really only good when he replaces a better QB.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-6594843344661910217?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/6594843344661910217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/6594843344661910217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/10/bust.html' title='Bust.'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-7996202376601127161</id><published>2009-10-03T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T16:59:35.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its All Starting To Sound The Same.</title><content type='html'>Music is supposed to be made from inspiration not replication, your supposed to spend minutes or years writing a song that means something to you.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I like cover songs I think its always good to hear something in another way its kind of like hearing something for the first time in some cases I like it when a song is covered live randomly the smile grows on your face and the way you yell out the name of the band like when Madonna sings Billie Jean or when The Mars Volta cover Roky Erickson's Two Headed Dog. I like to hear all the different version of  The House of the Rising Sun because everyone once and a while a band like Muse will do something that takes the song somewhere its never been and makes possibly the best version of HOTRS in the last 20 years that sounds like it was inspired by Frijid Pink version of HOTRS, the only problem with a song like that being so open to interpretation is everyone covers it and not everyone does it well case in point Dolly Partons version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; The only thing I don't like about cover songs is when they show up in movies and on Tv because the original was to expensive to get or when they decide to sing a classic song because that would be even cheap to do instead like when a insurance commercial gets a really horrible cover of  Somebody's Watching Me or when a movie has the cast sing a old song. No not There's Something About Mary credits song where everyone sings The Foundations  but yes to Accepted were they devastate the Ramones song Blitzkreig Bop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when a band uses a covered song as their single and don't or barely mention the owner of the song like when &lt;br /&gt;Jessica Simpson covered These Boots Are Made for Walkin and it became a hit or like when The band KSM covered I Want You To Want Me and used it as their single or when Pattie Smith decides that she has to cover songs on each of her shitty albums like when she covered The Who's My Generation and Nirvana's Smells Like Teen Spirit that some how found its way on the radio,which was also covered by Willie Nelson but I can't be mad at him for doing it I just blame it on the pot. I can be mad at Stevie Nix and Ann Wilson who both felt they needed to cover Led Zeppelin songs&lt;br /&gt;and all the bands that have covered Led Zeppelin over the years who have butchered Stairway To Heaven, but then I guess they had it coming since they "borrowed" so many lyrics from everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Possibly the worst and best form of covering is Sampling The idea of sampling is great take the best parts of a song and do with it what you like but there's a catch if you pick a song that people like the way it is everyone will hate it and any other sampled song that comes out after. Mostly rappers sample songs and its usually not bad no one complains until every song on the radio sounds like a song that was already on the radio. The only group that doesn't catch flak is DJ's I guess its because they're supposed to sample music so they get a free pass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-7996202376601127161?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/7996202376601127161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/7996202376601127161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/10/its-all-starting-to-sound-same.html' title='Its All Starting To Sound The Same.'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-866694569345574238</id><published>2009-10-01T13:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T10:11:02.579-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Los Sueños de un Higado &amp; Xenophanes Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVLGgp_W3TM/SqW1AXX3_HI/AAAAAAAAAmk/WdSix_o4YVY/s320/bbc_cover1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVLGgp_W3TM/SqW1AXX3_HI/AAAAAAAAAmk/WdSix_o4YVY/s320/bbc_cover1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/d/d3/ORL_Xenophanes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/d/d3/ORL_Xenophanes.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; So last night I listened to Xenophanes and I was not disappointed but embarrassed by what I was listening to. I was a little confused by what I was hearing because two days prior I had heard Los Sueños de un Higado and it was amazing short,loud and full of life like an irish midget. Its a live album that was recorded at the Maida Vale studio this year it features some of the usual suspects and a very new and interesting addition Ximena Sariñana Omar's girlfriend but I don't think thats why she's on the album.It starts off with Boiling Death Request A Body To Rest Its Head On from Se Dice Bisonte, No Bùfalo (I def spelled that out myself) its not my favorite song because its kind of tame its one of those ORL songs that you can press play on leave and come back five minutes later and you wouldn't have missed a thing. Next song is How To Bill The Bilderberg Group and its a really great version of it Ximena's voice and words work really well with the song that before had no lyrics,she sings sad then erupts like a volcano and starts to kind of growl on some parts&lt;br /&gt;Then out of nowhere this song just goes off and reminds you what else they can do because after 16 minutes mostly slow jams you get a little bored, so its a good song that has a really catchy riff and Ximena nails it again. Las Flores Con Limon is one of those songs that you know turns into something else live,haunting is the only word you can use to describe the way it sounds the rising and falling of the sound around her voice almost depress you then in traditional ORL style the last minutes are a rising wave that gets higher and takes on a devastating shape before crashing.&lt;br /&gt;Victimas Del Cielo is a bluesy jazzy song that is really similar to what ORL has been doing lately with The Mars Volta &lt;br /&gt;a slow carful walk through a minefield with one or two land mines tripped along the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/r6l2pBz-zU8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/r6l2pBz-zU8&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="320" height="265"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;If your interested then listen to  Victimas Del Cielo, Las Flores Con Limon, How To Bill The Bilderberg Group or buy the entire thing on special edition vinyl &lt;a href="http://rodriguezlopezproductions.com/"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xenophanes was not as enjoyable it sounds like a generic spanish pop rock album I could listen to it and imagine a group of greasy mexicans and a chick "playing guitar" in a music video where they're running from the police while taking breaks to fight space men and visit a Catholic school. Xenophanes is ORL singing debut,I had heard him sing at The Mars Volta shows and at some At The Drive In shows but his mic was never as loud as Cedric Bixler-Zavala's mic and apparently it was for a reason, he doesn't really sing he does that Dick Clark I can't sing so I'm going to sing/talk and not raise my voice. Most of the songs would have been better they were just instrumental but then some songs were just horrible in every way,I don't know if I can say its someone's fault because I sounded good to them so if I say its not good thats only what I think,or maybe I can if thats what they were going for.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;There's nothing to recommend off of this album.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-866694569345574238?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/866694569345574238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/866694569345574238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/10/los-suenos-de-un-higado-xenophanes.html' title='Los Sueños de un Higado &amp; Xenophanes Review'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nVLGgp_W3TM/SqW1AXX3_HI/AAAAAAAAAmk/WdSix_o4YVY/s72-c/bbc_cover1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983245602898794480.post-4221103554463541931</id><published>2009-09-29T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T11:47:44.418-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12 Issues For 12.99</title><content type='html'>I don't know why but lots of magazines have really bland covers none of them are inspired each month you see the same covers,the chick smiling the biggest fakest smile,the cool guy looking off to the left,the funny guy cover where the comedian is wearing a costume because its funny and they're trying to sell the magazine to 12 year olds,and the hot actress cover its the same thing every month. The big magazines are the ones that do it and they sell enough to keep on doing it while smaller magazines come up with really incredible covers and no one cares they skip it because its not the magazine they bought last month,its a thing that could only happen in this day and age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I was at the store and I saw a bunch of stupid people on he covers of all the magazines Jennifer Love Hewitt in a swim suit smiling,thats it,the balls on Shape to just think they just to have her standing to sell magazines.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;The lady's from that stupid movie Couples Retreat were on the cover of Self looking like a bunch of dykes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even the hot duo of Martha and Alexis Stewart still looks really generic and played out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.marthastewart.com/images/content/pub/body_and_soul/2009Q4//mbd105094_1009_covernotext_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 225px; height: 281px;" src="http://images.marthastewart.com/images/content/pub/body_and_soul/2009Q4//mbd105094_1009_covernotext_l.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Mags like these will be bought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And magazines like Don Diva will probably stay on the shelves for three months &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://crookfromthebrook.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/fabolous-dondiva.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 589px;" src="http://crookfromthebrook.files.wordpress.com/2009/07/fabolous-dondiva.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-4221103554463541931?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/4221103554463541931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/4221103554463541931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/09/12-issues-for-1299.html' title='12 Issues For 12.99'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-4301595159764862408</id><published>2009-09-29T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-29T14:22:00.197-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look at my ring</title><content type='html'>In the 90's aura reading was done with mood rings.Mood rings are a really interesting fad because it made multiple man rings normal for any guy ages seven to seventy,and those were some ugly rings they came in wedding band and ovals and for the girls hearts and stars. &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It was such a narcissistic thing everyone wanted you to see how they were feeling by looking at your ring,Nobody ever brought up the stupidity of mood rings why do you need a ring to tell you how your feeling,how can you justify buying one What brain disorder do you have that you can't feel so you need a thermometer for you feelings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Mood rings didn't last long because after awhile everyone realized that the rings were always bleen and rarely went green or blue I don't think I ever saw a red mood ring or a yellow mood ring,those rings were so fucking ugly they looked like moldy bread or a collection of belly button lint.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; thats why I want to bring it back but not as a fashionable thing but more of a safely device,they would let you know how someone is feeling say you wanted to ask for a raise and you were going to wait to see what mood your boss was in you would look at her belt and see what color it was blue then you would go for it and have a high chance of getting the raise you want, or how about mood rings for pets mood collars. My mood rings would be simplified kind of like the Homeland security threat scale red for fuck off yellow for don't make jokes around me green for I'm calm and blue for happy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-4301595159764862408?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/4301595159764862408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/4301595159764862408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/09/look-at-my-ring.html' title='Look at my ring'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-8567935112566103563</id><published>2009-09-23T16:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T17:40:08.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Fall line up.</title><content type='html'>I like to watch TV so I when I do I want to enjoy what I'm watching its getting harder to do that with all the new shows and all the shows that were cancelled and all the shows that should have been cancelled on and not on TV. &lt;br /&gt; Every year new shows are born and old shows die thats how it goes I get that,but I don't get how shows get killed and replaced with whatever replacement show that had been living in developmental purgatory thats only going to be around for a season. Shows like Modern Family where they think they are tapping in to the Modern world by showing different kinds of couples in the world today, they have the young couple who are struggling but happy,No newly weds are that happy its impossible,they're fights are probably never going to get loud he's never going to break something or cheat on her,they have the gay guy couple one of them is fat and one of them is skinny so tons of little gay being pounded by gay are going to pop up,but not really because its ABC so the jokes will be missing. Quick thing that probably doesn't matter but the couple in Mission Hill is that couple toned down. There's a old guy and 20 something chick,who in real life people would talk about how gross it is and how he probably can't get it up without the pill or the pump. Shows like this are made and shows like Pushing Daisies that has a strong following gets canceled for some bullshit reason. &lt;br /&gt;Shows like Ugly Betty stay on air for years before people realize how much it sucks and shows that could have been something don't have 5 million plus viewers a week and they get cut,I don't get why ratings matter if there are a group of people who recognize that there's something here, it takes time for things to become known and it sad that not a lot if shows get a chance to prove it.&lt;br /&gt;The second biggest killer of TV shows actors they ask for more money or want to be treated like the next George Clooney like their the Laurence Olivier of the silver screen,or they just want out they can't keep up and they want  actor quit for a million different reason its just something they do I get it the only reason for quitting I don't like is "its to much " I don't like it because there are actors who work all the time you can't go a week without seeing them on TV &lt;br /&gt;guys like Chris North who work on multiple Tv shows and does movies all the time he went from Sex And The City to Law And Order and was in over 15 movies during that time,then there's guys like Mehcad Brooks who had the chance to be on two shows and picked the one that wasn't True Blood, he could have done the other one and stayed on the safe show, because he doesn't know if The Deep End is going to last it could be canceled before the last episode like &lt;br /&gt;Rosie Live remember it, of course not it only lasted for a episode.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-8567935112566103563?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/8567935112566103563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/8567935112566103563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-fall-line-up.html' title='The New Fall line up.'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-8129896001890706139</id><published>2009-09-18T16:50:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:50:55.778-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pagemaster</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.retrojunk.com/img/art-images/thepagemaster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://www.retrojunk.com/img/art-images/thepagemaster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I watched The Pagemaster last night I hadn't seen it in like 10 years it was kind of hard to get into it and I kind of don't know why I liked it so much because its really short and kind of sucks but I managed to remember what made me like it,It was the books after I saw it I wanted to go hang out in the library,I would ask my mom to take to the Library in down town Long Beach and we would be there all day reading books in the tub.We would go back every week, to return the books.&lt;br /&gt;Its funny because going there made me a better reader then most of the other kids in the class and so I always wondered why anyone was struggling with reading,like I thought we all went to the library every week.I was obviously wrong, so when we would read out loud and it was the kid who can't read so good turn I was always confuses when he would not pronounce a word right or read really slowly.&lt;br /&gt;I had the Pagemaster video game it was so much fun I would play it and try to not get hurt because if you got hurt you would lose a book and I didn't want to finish the game with out them all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-8129896001890706139?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/8129896001890706139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/8129896001890706139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/09/pagemaster_18.html' title='The Pagemaster'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-8210654956640530508</id><published>2009-09-18T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T16:47:26.544-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's you name again ?</title><content type='html'>I don't remember names very well even if I see someone almost everyday I still might go heeeeeeeey you what's up !?&lt;br /&gt; because I can't go hey I forgot your name again what is it ?, so I'll try to get the name but I don't do it gracefully so they &lt;br /&gt;catch on to what I'm doing and then I get a dagger in the chest via the eyes. Forgetting someone's name is bad but mixing up names is even worse you can't really bounce back from hey kare(soundburp)melissa  what can you say that will make someone forget that you just called them someone else.&lt;br /&gt; Its my fault for not remembering but some of the blame has to fall on them too, they're the ones who didn't do something &lt;br /&gt;rememberable the last time I saw them,Why should I remember boring peoples names.'&lt;br /&gt;I think I should try world association to help me out but then what if I associate someone with something greater then them and when I see them I think dominoes hey thats danny over there and then I think I want pizza now but I'm stuck talking to this guy or what if I associate someone with a terrible thing like rhinestones.&lt;br /&gt;Its not just people names I forget its people themselves sometimes I see someone who I supposedly sat next in school and they have a story about this one time and I have to go yeah I remember that.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I have memory for is things that I probably don't need to remember things like old TV shows that were only around for a single season.Its like I traded brains with a pot head shut in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-8210654956640530508?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/8210654956640530508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/8210654956640530508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/09/pagemaster.html' title='What&apos;s you name again ?'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-4845242530217287416</id><published>2009-09-18T14:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T15:58:12.075-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Suspiria,everything but the story.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://parallax-view.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/suspiria_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 482px; height: 249px;" src="http://parallax-view.org/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/suspiria_1.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night I watched Suspiria and the one thing I could get out of my head besides witches was the soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;Its amazing to how they used sound to show the power of the witches.They could have tried to use special effects and risking the movie aging like people and not like wine.&lt;br /&gt;Like in most movies you know something bad is going to happen when the music starts then getting louder and faster&lt;br /&gt;but in  Suspiria the music would play randomly just to scare you like it was trying to make sure you didn't feel safe even if you were around people,The only problem I had was that it would drown out the voices so people would be talking and then it would start up again like of like an alarm going off,it was almost like they were trying to make you hate it.I'm not going to lie it scared me especially when the "la la la la" "witch witch" started going on I had to turn it down. Its probably nothing but it sounds a lot like the Exorcist theme.&lt;br /&gt;I loved the lighting it could have been annoying with all the constant changes but the way the actors didn't react to it made it work,the light was more for the watcher,it was the warning that evil shit was about to go down. The light bended the scenery in a way halls looked crooked walls looked like they had been melted,nothing looked right but it felt right.&lt;br /&gt;They combined to make make Suspiria a horror art house film that hasn't been duplicated by anyone. Its a horror movie and a art house movie and a musical or at least what I call a musical all rolled into one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-4845242530217287416?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/4845242530217287416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/4845242530217287416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/09/suspiriaeverything-but-story.html' title='Suspiria,everything but the story.'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-1504712666330680980</id><published>2009-09-17T20:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-18T17:46:24.552-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Why are birds Pets ?</title><content type='html'>It so weird that a animal that doesn't really do anything it just makes noise and shits,like on like a kid the only thing I has on a child is the feathers. &lt;br /&gt;When I was growing up I was raised mexican so we had to have some kind of animal around. We had like 16 birds like 10 of those generic birds they sell in down town L.A and two of the ugliest cockatoos and some birds that weren't memorable. They were cool at first because they're fucking birds in the house how awesome is that,but then you have to feed them and take out the cardboard both need you to open the cage, but you try to do it quickly because you don't want them to get out because you haven't really connected with them so if you pick them up they probably are going to bite you and then after that you don't want them anymore,thats another thing when kids don't want their pets anymore its happens to about 60%(fact) of all child pet owners, they get tired of the feeding and cleaning and being a parent part of owning a living thing.&lt;br /&gt; Its funny that the two groups that own birds as pets are kids and assholes, you see them walking around places with birds on they're shoulders,its always a fucking Macaw,I remember this guy who was in a wheel chair who used to come down town with his bird in the shot gun seat,No one ever said "hey that guys legs don't work and he has a big fucking bird in his car, WHY IS HE ALLOWED TO DRIVE ?!? it was just the way it was.&lt;br /&gt;Another kind of person who have birds are those guys and its always guys who have these big ass glass terrariums for their birds,giant terrariums make no sense I get the idea but why would you want a big cage for a bird its not going to compare to flying in the seemingly endless sky.&lt;br /&gt;Its funny because the only way for a animal to get popular is for women to like it,look at cats they have gotten the approval of woman of all colors and creeds since forever, chicks like dogs but for some reason the media doesn't like to acknowledge it,its like the only chick on Tv and in movies who have dogs need them to prevent rape or to save them because they don't have a guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-1504712666330680980?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/1504712666330680980'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/1504712666330680980'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/09/why-are-birds-pets.html' title='Why are birds Pets ?'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-724606101514574079</id><published>2009-09-17T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-17T14:53:14.207-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love  Hate</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JT43ZNYv3Mk/R_jFDKb0daI/AAAAAAAACBA/sGqkOS1myYg/s400/TE2.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JT43ZNYv3Mk/R_jFDKb0daI/AAAAAAAACBA/sGqkOS1myYg/s400/TE2.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Little Boots-Mathematics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Machine from Team Facelift-Club Med&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Datarock-Molly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Cramps-Blues Blues Blues &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Chinese Stars- Cold, Cold, Cold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Red Hot Chili Peppers-If You Want Me To Stay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Soft Machine-Memories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dusty Springfield-Breakfast In Bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brainiac-Fucking with the Altimeter &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roxy Music-Love Is The Drug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mars Volta- Vermicide&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Culture Club-I'll tumble 4 ya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Be your own pet-The beast within&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ramones-She Talks to Rainbows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scissor Sisters-She's My Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Disco Dream And The Androids -Android Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queens Of The Stone Age- Make It Wit Chu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We Are Wolves-Fight &amp; Kiss&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omar A. Rodríguez-López-Rapid Fire Tollbooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dead Or Alive-Brand New Lover&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;El Grupo Nuevo-Half Kleptos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Harry Nilsson-You're Breakin My Heart&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-724606101514574079?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/724606101514574079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/724606101514574079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/09/love-hate.html' title='Love  Hate'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_JT43ZNYv3Mk/R_jFDKb0daI/AAAAAAAACBA/sGqkOS1myYg/s72-c/TE2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983245602898794480.post-4231454825621907975</id><published>2009-09-16T14:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T15:04:49.688-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Some dogs go to heaven.</title><content type='html'>Sometimes I have dreams about dead dogs in my past and it makes me wake up crying,then I start looking for my dog&lt;br /&gt;and then just look at him and go back to bed.It happens after I see a dog or cat on the street even if Its been a few hours ago I remember it at 2am and then I let myself start thinking about my old dog,who I still have the tags of, then I start thinking about what it will be like when my dog dies and then the crying starts.&lt;br /&gt; The last dog death dream I had was of my current dog charlie he was falling apart but not really his head was split open and his back was ripped open and his tail was the same  he wasn't bleeding but I each time I touched him pieces would fall off of him Like trying to put water back in a ripped balloon.I woke up at like 4am and I couldn't breath I looked around and saw him on the bed and I just had to hug him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-4231454825621907975?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/4231454825621907975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/4231454825621907975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/09/some-dogs-go-to-heaven.html' title='Some dogs go to heaven.'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-2019735182379290089</id><published>2009-09-16T13:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:27:42.999-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What's up with all the Mars Volta videos ?</title><content type='html'>So if you follow me on Twitter on Mondays especially you will notice that I put up a lot of music from the Mars Volta &lt;br /&gt; maybe even more then a lot maybe even a whole grip of Mars Volta videos its because they are my favorite band of all time I listen to about 2 to 4 hours of their music a day and at night I listen to them till I fall asleep, in the music library there is 333 songs and about 10 of them are full 2 hour shows like 7 interviews 10 different versions of almost each song&lt;br /&gt; and jams as far as the eye can see,its a lot of music from one band that has only been around for 9 years there's even some stuff that hasn't been added to itunes yet,so you get the point, Its a massive amount of music.&lt;br /&gt; I don't want to talk about when I first heard them because I don't like to hear about things like that so I'm just going to talk about what I like about them.&lt;br /&gt;Its not one thing in particular because music can't be great with only one good part that carry's the song everything has to come together perfectly, thats what I like about them its never just about the drums and its never just about the guitar its everything blending in together and becoming one.&lt;br /&gt;If you have ever been to a Mars Volta show then you know two things one the crowd doesn't calm down and two they jam,they just go off in to a controlled frenzy that can last thirty seconds or thirty minutes,its something I have only seen three times and each time I absorb I feel like I just saw something that not everyone will understand but something that everyone who sees it will say I have never witnessed anything like that before.&lt;br /&gt;Its funny that if you bring up the Mars Volta most people want to stop talking to you,they do that thing were you roll your eyes but you catch yourself so you try to lift your head with your eyes so it only looks like your lifting your head for no reason,when you do that musical dick measuring contest were you go back and forth saying have you heard of so and so,anyways most people will say I have heard of them but I don't like it so you ask why and they say its too long or they just don't like it,and most of the time its too long is I don't like it in disguise because how can anyone seriously say I'm not going to listen to something because its to long,you wouldn't say that about a movie.&lt;br /&gt; I blame them for my focusing on music, I had a guitar since I was like 15 but I never really practiced I just put it on the side I let it get dusty and then I heard The Bedlam In Goliath and I kept on hearing it for the rest of the year it made my skin pulsate just waves of something I can't explain was flowing through me and since then I have been doing all I can to get amazing.&lt;br /&gt;But Im not the biggest fan I don't own any clothing from them I don't try to dress like them,i've seen it,its the funniest thing in the world to see guys dressed up as Omar Rodríguez walking round, I don't visit the fan forums I just like the music.I hate they're former band so much they have like one good song in my opinion,because I wouldn't want anyone to get confused as to whose opinion this was.&lt;br /&gt;So I'm sorry for tweeting songs weekly but come on you got to admit its starting to grow on you right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could write two lines and just beat you down with videos but I do that on Twitter already,so I'm not going to put any videos up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-2019735182379290089?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/2019735182379290089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/2019735182379290089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/09/whats-up-with-all-mars-volta-videos.html' title='What&apos;s up with all the Mars Volta videos ?'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-4709309785158933199</id><published>2009-09-15T19:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T19:48:18.357-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The new itunes sucks !</title><content type='html'>So on Monday I upgraded and on Tuesday I got sick of it. Usually when I see that its time to get the next installment of itunes I think cool I wonder what new awesome thing they're adding but this time was not like the other times,this time I should have paid attention to the bad omen of slow internet connection.&lt;br /&gt; This is going to sound like a rant from the kind of person who complains about 7 second loading times lasting 10 seconds,but I just want to say go off on this, It took an hour for it to download then it when it was over the only thing that looked different was the color, little did I know that underneath the new white exterior was a really annoying new way of syncing,its not all bad like you can sync all the music from an artist ands thats cool but then there's this new option were you can cram your ipod with random music until its full,I don't like it. You used to be able to put in podcasts two ways the easy smart way and the hard confusing way, now you have to guess how big a podcast is when you putting them in so say your almost out of room and you want to take out some stuff to make room for a podcast you have no idea how much you should take out so you take out 10 songs and you get the denied box then you take out 5 more and you get the fuck you box again so you take out 20 songs and then you sync and it shows you that you only needed to take out 3 more songs to make room.&lt;br /&gt; So I guess I'm going to have to get used to it or toss my ipod at the wall and go buy a Zune something.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-4709309785158933199?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/4709309785158933199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/4709309785158933199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/09/new-itunes-sucks.html' title='The new itunes sucks !'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-4981477099419349149</id><published>2009-09-15T16:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-15T19:14:54.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.foureyesjokeshop.com/ProductImages/thejokebar/wind-up-teeth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 398px;" src="http://www.foureyesjokeshop.com/ProductImages/thejokebar/wind-up-teeth.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; A clean mouth is something that anyone who wants to seem like they have they're shit together needs, You can try to hide bad breath by covering your mouth alot or talking with your head turned but eventually your going to exhale and someone is going to smell it and know that you didn't brush your teeth this morning. There's nothing you can do to explain because you don't want to explain that you didn't brush and because your trying to convince yourself that they didn't get a whiff even though you saw the face they made.&lt;br /&gt; I admit that I don't always brush in the morning but I do feel guilty about it then I try to get some gum or 3 glasses of water to try and wash away the stink but that doesn't really do anything. Hiding my breath becomes a challenge how can I not talk to anyone directly how can I keep my hand around my mouth how can I stay 3 feet away from someone&lt;br /&gt;how can I do of this and not look like there's something wrong with me.&lt;br /&gt; Its funny because I'll bet if you ask someone why they don't brush they will say they forgot even if when they wake up and go to the bathroom they spit or look in the mirror and they will see the tooth paste laying there looking at them begging to be squeezed they see the tooth brush right next to it saying stick me in your mouth,but they don't do it they pretend like they don't need to,like they're mouth is still clean from the last time they brushed.&lt;br /&gt; Brushing is one of those "its for your benefit not mine" things,if you brush you get a clean mouth thats obvious and if you brush often your gums don't bleed when you brush,so you don't have to look at the sink and see bloody foam, its also a great way to make sure your awake its kind of hard to go back to being tired after your mouth tastes like bubble gum.&lt;br /&gt; Going to the dentist is funny because its like visiting a ex you try to look good and only have problems or nothing to talk about. i never got to have a good relationship with my dentist but it wasn't his fault I was young and I only went to him for quick cheek-ups and getting teeth pulled.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-4981477099419349149?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/4981477099419349149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/4981477099419349149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/09/clean-mouth-is-something-that-anyone.html' title=''/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-1510908389830415652</id><published>2009-09-14T12:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T13:15:21.299-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking the Piss out of Peeing in the shower.</title><content type='html'>Peeing in the shower is disgusting and apparently everybody does it,I don't get why its so acceptable to do it, respectable women have admitted that they piss in the shower. Its obvious that I don't do it I have to much blue blood in me to do something so beneath me.I don't get why its so hard to use the toilet in the room its one of the weirdest things its right there but people just think well I'm going to be in the shower and it all goes to the same place so why not. And for some reason I'm the weird one for not doing it like because I don't want to act like a fucking animal I think I'm better then everyone.&lt;br /&gt;  Another thing some people do is peeing in the sink, they piss in the sink where you brush your teeth where you wash your face where you wash the cum off your hands no but yeah. Its mostly men who do this because of the obvious, but I have heard of women who have tried it. &lt;br /&gt;   So if you do it please stop just turn to the direction of the toilet and piss in there because say you live with room mates or you have kids and one of them walks in and sees you with your dick in the sink then your relationship with them is over what can you say to make things right,Its not what it looks like, what else does pissing in the sink look like,it looks like jerking off in the sink and thats even worse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-1510908389830415652?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/1510908389830415652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/1510908389830415652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/09/taking-piss-out-of-peeing-in-shower.html' title='Taking the Piss out of Peeing in the shower.'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-556785113716250849</id><published>2009-09-14T10:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:39:35.841-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Diabetes explosion.</title><content type='html'>So for some reason fast food joints have have decided that they need to be either cool or funny to get people to eat they're food. It become a big thing in the last few years a restaurant will hire a comedian they saw on VH1 and put them in a commercial. &lt;br /&gt;Sonic does this, they have a couple sitting in the car eating they're good like a couple of fat fuckers who can't wait 15 to eat the food at home talking about some stupid shit thats supposed to be funny and because its funny its supposed o make you want to go to Sonics but they know its not working because right after they promote a new lower price on the shakes. So the people in the car are supposed to be a regular couple that argue in the drive thru line but since when do people in the drive thru line argue with they're arms down and their inside voices.&lt;br /&gt; Jack in the box does it right, ever since Jack started showing up in the commercials things have been great,the bits  were short funny and they made people want to eat at Jack In The Box.&lt;br /&gt; I don't know what to say about McDonalds they have been making the same commercial for the last 5 years, black people love Mickey-D's they love it so much they sing and dance for it almost like it was a pagan god,Its not like they don't have something to work with they have Ron and The Hamburglar they could easily make something with him but they would probably fuck it up by trying to make The Hamburglar cool.&lt;br /&gt; Taco Bell is funny because they try different things but they all suck,It all started with that fucking dog,I dont get why a talking dog with a spanish voice wasn't shot down immediately when it was brought up at the meeting "so we have this idea were a Chihuahua says i want taco bell in spanish" who in charge approved that. This year Taco Bell has made one of the worst commercials of all time this guy is begging and sometimes stealing change so he can get a 89 cent burrito. Is that really the kind of people you want coming to Taco Bell bums who cant get a complete dollar together, from the looks of the commercial he spent the entire morning finding change  when he should have been looking for a job so he could go to a real restaurant with toilets that you don't have to pay to use.&lt;br /&gt; Wendys is my favorite but I don't know if I ever want to eat there again because they think that I and the rest of America is stupid,they're new commercial ends with "its way better then fast food its Wendy's" I don't get it why would they be ashamed of what they sell, If its not fast food then where are the waiters why do you need to walk up to order your food why is they're a drive thru ? &lt;br /&gt;  Quiznos has a talking oven that talks to a guy,I like it because its not those fucking retarded sock monkeys that everyone was going crazy for.&lt;br /&gt; I saved the best for last Carls JR has this guy to do all they're commercials, its like they asked him to sound like an asshole all the time,A commercial is supposed to make you want the product why would you get a guy who sounds like he doesn't want to be there to narrate all of your commercials, The last commercial they made where the guy talks shit about the Big Mac and jingles what was the point of that to show that Carls JK is the Fonz of the burger world.&lt;br /&gt; I want to kick whoever is in the Burger King costume I don' care that he is just an actor he or she should have said I'm taking me and my dignity home,like I don't get how he's supposed to be this guy who does random shit,Its another one of those if it worked for them then it should work for us, but they went for totally weird instead of just a guy with a different head and thats it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-556785113716250849?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/556785113716250849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/556785113716250849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/09/diabetes-explosion.html' title='Diabetes explosion.'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-4565174523763269411</id><published>2009-09-11T15:02:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T14:40:54.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shut Up bitch !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.dreamagic.com/roger/stirCrazy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 308px; height: 344px;" src="http://www.dreamagic.com/roger/stirCrazy.gif" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to prison is one of the scariest things I can think of,being put in a giant concrete home full of the worst kinds of humans who all want to get out but can't,and that makes them very mad. If I was sent to prison I think I would let the idea of suicide into my brain. I don't think I would end up like the fat guy in The Shawshank Redemption but I do think I would end up like anyone of the guys on OZ. Growing up I heard stories about prison and how things go down in there.&lt;br /&gt;Teachers ,parents, guys who just got out,anyone who just got out and can't shut the fuck up about it they all have stories to tell. Prison was never scary when I was growing up it was always just a place were my dad was at. Then I start hearing story after story about what happens in prison and it scared the shit out of me, stories about having to join gangs or you will be killed,stories about how bad the food is,but not a lot of stories about the biggest reason men don't want to go to prison. A teacher once told me about a friend of his who went to prison for a reason I can't remember and he told us how his friend told the guards that he was gay so they would put him with in the gay's only section because the real gays' knew he wasn't gay, I found it hard to believe but how great is it that the way to avoid getting fucked up the ass is hanging out with gay men.I have heard so many stories from guys who just got out and all they have to say is how they don't want to go back and that they're good now over and over its one of the creepiest and funniest things to hear,I assume they repeat themselves because they're talking so quickly or maybe its all the prison wine they drank that has just fucked them up. Probably the scariest thing is having to join a gang because if you don't then you will die, all the gangs are color coordinated  meaning you go with your race or if your mixed then you go with what you look like,I'm Chicano but I look white so I don't know if I would have to join a white only gang which I would not want to mainly because of the inbred's and racism I would rather join a mexican gang but I don't like their tattoos they always look really shitty like when ink on a page runs. My dad told me about the food how it was always really bad and what they used to do to try and make something like a paella,they would get ramen noodles,hot cheetos and some other stuff in a big pan and eat it like it was the greatest thing ever made like when they got out they were going to sell this stuff in stores nation wide.&lt;br /&gt;  Its funny but in a crazy way the inmates really do run the prison they're in control of what they eat what they fuck and even in control of life and death,I never want to go to prison not only because the aforementioned  but because of the way life stops for you, everybody's life goes on and you just stay back like you were frozen in time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-4565174523763269411?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/4565174523763269411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/4565174523763269411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/09/shut-up-bitch-1.html' title='Shut Up bitch !'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-3544381140308600987</id><published>2009-09-10T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-10T17:47:51.288-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blues Blues Blues Clues.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/jMXXnLSRdBE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;hd=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/jMXXnLSRdBE&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1&amp;hd=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been reading Joe Bonamassa's guitar lessons and I love the easy to learn hard to master style. I love the blues and I love to play the blues so when I saw that he had a section in Guitarworld I started to buy it every month even if they had a someone on the cover who was full of shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-3544381140308600987?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/3544381140308600987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/3544381140308600987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/09/blues-blues-blues-clues.html' title='Blues Blues Blues Clues.'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-8928285941578081270</id><published>2009-09-08T21:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T22:28:34.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jon Gosselin</title><content type='html'>So I don't get the  Jon Gosselin backlash,every one was always talking about how Jon should leave Kate because of the way she treats him,Jon should cheat on Kate,It was something I heard weekly then when he does it everyone changed their tunes,all the Tv shows were talking about Jon's weekend with his secret girlfriend and pictures on Jon drinking at a club,Look who Jon was seen hanging out with, Since when does a parent have to be with they're children 24/7 ? &lt;br /&gt; I remember reading things about chicks wanting to fuck Jon when he was married but now the most he can get is a tweet about some chick maybe giving him a quick H.J. Another thing that gets talked about is Jon's wardrobe, he's a recently separated 30 something what did people expect him to be wearing this ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://poponthepop.com/images/gallery/jon-and-kate-gosselin-on-new-years-eve.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://poponthepop.com/images/gallery/jon-and-kate-gosselin-on-new-years-eve.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone asked you what does Jon do on television you would say he is a reality TV star so why would you expect him to act like something better. He hangs out with scum because he kind of is,what did you expect from him.I felt bad for him when he was getting emasculated by Kate weekly but he could have stopped her and said "no,this is how its gonna go thats it thats that" but he didn't he just sat there with his thousand yard stare week in week out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what Jon does with his time because its his time, I do care about what he does about his kids I care if he hasn't seen them in a while I care if he doesn't bother to call I care If he wants to see them.&lt;br /&gt; I'm kind of happy that the news doesn't really care about the 8 they get talked about for 10 minutes of the show then its back to Jon and Kate. The Tv addicted part of me wants to know what they think but the other me hopes that they don't have to hear about who they're father is fucking.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-8928285941578081270?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/8928285941578081270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/8928285941578081270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/09/jon-gosselin.html' title='Jon Gosselin'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-4222114395074119685</id><published>2009-09-08T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-08T21:36:50.928-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seen it Already Bruce Willis Edition.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/fd/Surrogates2009MP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 439px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/f/fd/Surrogates2009MP.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 295px; height: 438px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/3/38/Striking_distance.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://moviesb4u.co.uk/images/16%20Blocks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 298px; height: 451px;" src="http://moviesb4u.co.uk/images/16%20Blocks.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://moviechopshop.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/Armageddon-Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 421px;" src="http://moviechopshop.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/Armageddon-Poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.shopdowncity.com/news/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/the-fifth-element.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 340px; height: 475px;" src="http://www.shopdowncity.com/news/wp-content/uploads/2009/06/the-fifth-element.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/cf/Twelve_monkeysmp.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 447px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/c/cf/Twelve_monkeysmp.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-4222114395074119685?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/4222114395074119685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/4222114395074119685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/09/seen-it-already-bruce-willis-edition.html' title='Seen it Already Bruce Willis Edition.'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-4709498992483438277</id><published>2009-09-05T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-07T12:31:33.252-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Went To Mars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYrzRXt4ih8/SqLvep5nvII/AAAAAAAAACg/x1kLd_U29_s/s1600-h/Mars+volta+027.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYrzRXt4ih8/SqLvep5nvII/AAAAAAAAACg/x1kLd_U29_s/s400/Mars+volta+027.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378124214956440706" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IYrzRXt4ih8/SqLsJln02oI/AAAAAAAAACI/DStVE0yffZE/s1600-h/Mars+volta+032.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IYrzRXt4ih8/SqLsJln02oI/AAAAAAAAACI/DStVE0yffZE/s320/Mars+volta+032.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378120554495924866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYrzRXt4ih8/SqLr1sebDUI/AAAAAAAAACA/ObOf7nmyjjw/s1600-h/Mars+volta+039.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYrzRXt4ih8/SqLr1sebDUI/AAAAAAAAACA/ObOf7nmyjjw/s320/Mars+volta+039.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378120212738149698" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYrzRXt4ih8/SqLrcK_9xdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RHxIYE5ytyA/s1600-h/Mars+volta+021.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYrzRXt4ih8/SqLrcK_9xdI/AAAAAAAAAB4/RHxIYE5ytyA/s320/Mars+volta+021.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378119774255302098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Volta, It was a great show definitely in the top two,it wasn't just the music it was the three background images it was the smoke machine it was the pretty lights,It blended it to the greatest show of the year,some say. But the things that made it hard to enjoy last time were around again,the chick who had a real nice bitch face going. the idiots who like to be packed in pockets to hollows, the crowd thinking that their voice is what the songs need,the sweaty elbow grinding,and last but not least the assholes who think that the band is going to change the set list for them because they yelled out DO L' VIA !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-4709498992483438277?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/4709498992483438277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/4709498992483438277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/09/went-to-mars.html' title='Went To Mars'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IYrzRXt4ih8/SqLvep5nvII/AAAAAAAAACg/x1kLd_U29_s/s72-c/Mars+volta+027.JPG' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983245602898794480.post-8027743936940662942</id><published>2009-09-04T12:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T13:07:50.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That Would Never Happen.</title><content type='html'>There's always a guy and its always a guy who says "That could never happen today"  when the average joe blows saves the world and gets the girl. That guy is an asshole who thinks he has to bring everything back down to reality, he's the guy who tells you "you know what's in that ?"  and you like "what ?" and he goes on about what he read on the internet,Its funny that these people are always spouting off "intelligence" but if they were as smart as they think they are then they would be doing what they're doing. And you can't tell them to shut the fuck up because they think they've won something because they got a reaction.&lt;br /&gt; Its always a variation of "that couldn't happen to day" no shit that couldn't thats why the movie was set in that period of time and not not last week, what the fuck do you expect movies to only be set in the present,then what would you say 30 years later about the movies then came out when they were new "that couldn't happen anymore" piss off with you imitation intelligence.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-8027743936940662942?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/8027743936940662942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/8027743936940662942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/09/that-would-never-happen.html' title='That Would Never Happen.'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-6246593524963947939</id><published>2009-09-04T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-04T12:50:16.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meet me in the bathroom.</title><content type='html'>Why is it that people only look for the one,one at a time. You don't go to the store and try on one shirt but it and go home, of course not you try on a bunch of clothes on until you find the one that fits you the best.&lt;br /&gt;I don't get going out with only one person at time,I know people date multiple at a time but then they start dating one person exclusively,It makes me think why would you only have one B.F or one G.F because you don't know how things are going to turn out so why not play it safe and have a back-up in the wings.&lt;br /&gt;Another thing I don't like is going out to sow your wild oats,So its like everyone you fuck is just practice for you,I don't like the idea of moving in with someone either because its just more practice,The way I see it is dating is just practice for more dating.&lt;br /&gt;Love at first sight dating is the only true dating I think their is, dates all seem like a pre-honeymoon.I don't think falling in love with someone counts as real love,You went out with someone a after a couple of months then you feel in love with them,to me thats Stockholm Syndrome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-6246593524963947939?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/6246593524963947939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/6246593524963947939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/09/meet-me-in-bathroom.html' title='Meet me in the bathroom.'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-113612544519236308</id><published>2009-09-03T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T13:39:42.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoke em if you got em</title><content type='html'>Recently I have been craving cigarettes but not to smoke I just want to have that incredible smell of tobacco in my nose I want to make it into a tea I want to wash my clothes in cigarettes I want to spray au de cigarette on myself  I want to do everything with cigarettes except for smoke them.&lt;br /&gt; I don't know why all of a sudden I want to though I don't smoke I don't plan on starting but I love to be around smokers so I can get a drag off that second hand smoke.It might be because smoke was always something bad in my house so now I can't stay away like I have daddy issues with cigarettes,I just like the taste and the way the smoke looks coming out of a mouth,more specifically a woman's mouth, Its one of the hottest thing to me,It doesn't matter what she looks like if she has some smokes then I can't keep my eyes off of her, I make sure I make my way over to talk to her.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MjzVIjPjc8/RtomxawLbrI/AAAAAAAAAeU/UdqulC4xH74/s400/smoking%2Bgranny%2B2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 303px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MjzVIjPjc8/RtomxawLbrI/AAAAAAAAAeU/UdqulC4xH74/s400/smoking%2Bgranny%2B2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And with all these smoking rules it makes it harder for me to get my fix,how am I supposed to meet my red eyed yellow toothed goddess ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.jeffsass.com/katz/scans/LauraSilvermanHalfBaked.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://www.jeffsass.com/katz/scans/LauraSilvermanHalfBaked.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-113612544519236308?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/113612544519236308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/113612544519236308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/09/smoke-em-if-you-got-em.html' title='Smoke em if you got em'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_7MjzVIjPjc8/RtomxawLbrI/AAAAAAAAAeU/UdqulC4xH74/s72-c/smoking%2Bgranny%2B2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983245602898794480.post-3899939050413774931</id><published>2009-09-02T19:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-03T18:16:09.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seen it Already.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/9d/Break_up.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 400px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/9/9d/Break_up.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://justpressplay.today.com/files/2008/12/the-family-stone.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 244px; height: 348px;" src="http://justpressplay.today.com/files/2008/12/the-family-stone.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/ad/Ugly_truth.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 294px; height: 436px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/a/ad/Ugly_truth.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://liftingfog.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/i_love_you_man_poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 518px;" src="http://liftingfog.files.wordpress.com/2009/04/i_love_you_man_poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.yourmoviestuff.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/love-happens_290.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 290px; height: 420px;" src="http://www.yourmoviestuff.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/07/love-happens_290.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://thesewingdivas.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/sb11.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 325px; height: 485px;" src="http://thesewingdivas.files.wordpress.com/2009/06/sb11.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-3899939050413774931?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/3899939050413774931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/3899939050413774931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/09/seen-it-already.html' title='Seen it Already.'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-1589222068028421322</id><published>2009-09-01T16:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T16:58:01.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh Are You Talking To Me ?</title><content type='html'>When you talk to someone you expect them to respond to you in a congenial way but every once and a while you end up in a conversation with someone who only wake up on the wrong side of the bed,they look down when you talk to them&lt;br /&gt;not because they're shy but because they have something in their hand thats more important then you.&lt;br /&gt;I get that there are other things people have to do but maybe you could look up and show me that your listening,because when you don't I raise my voice a little you get mad and say "I CAN HEAR YOU" and I say "THEN SAY SOMETHING THAT LETS ME KNOW ONE OF US ISN'T AN ASSHOLE"&lt;br /&gt;There are others who respond to much, you'll look at them the wrong way and all of a sudden your in a jam,I was walking through a parking lot and this cholo was arguing with his chola because she didn't want to get into the car,me and him locked eyes and he goes something like"WHAT THE FUCK ARE YOU LOOKING AT !?"  and I'm thinking "what the fuck"&lt;br /&gt; So I walk over the the air pump and he gets her in the car but before they leave he stops right in front of me for about &lt;br /&gt;5 minutes,I don't know if he was feeling bad for what he did and just wanted to say sorry but I didn't want move because I didn't feel like getting run over,another time I was 6 and walking out of a supermarket and this old woman yelled "PUNK YOU BROKE MY NECK!!" at me,the point I'm trying to make is sometimes people don't know how to react properly whether its not doing it enough or like the mexican and he old woman to much.&lt;br /&gt;Then sometimes times you get these people on the phone and for some reason they were hired to deal with people like the the boss knew that if someone called in they wouldn't want to call again because they might get this person again,They don't like to answer more then one question and in you ask a question you already asked they repeat the answer louder like it makes sense louder.Like them yelling at you like your slow is going to make you go "ok I get it now,it just took you bitch voice getting louder for me to get it" then you want to hang up because you realize that &lt;br /&gt;theres no way your going to get anything out of this.&lt;br /&gt;It makes me wish that everyone had to go to a charm school or grow up in the south. Imagine a world for of belles and gentlemen just riding horses and drinking iced tea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-1589222068028421322?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/1589222068028421322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/1589222068028421322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/09/oh-are-you-talking-to-me.html' title='Oh Are You Talking To Me ?'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-1542643513413709734</id><published>2009-09-01T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-01T13:56:56.491-07:00</updated><title type='text'>15 yards</title><content type='html'>I can't stand what is happening to American Football, every year there are new rules,some are made for a reason like the Roy Williams rule of the 2005 season made it Illegal to pull someone down by the collar, thats a great rule it gets ride of a very dangerous way of taking someone down.But then there are rules like if you run into the quarterback accidentally then its a penalty, how are you supposed to stop yourself when you are a 250 pound man going as fast as you can. There are rules for where you can and can't hit someone that make no sense, when you hear 40 year old football men trying to explain a new rule that you know they're just thinking and sometimes say how these new rules are ridiculous&lt;br /&gt;Eventually one or both of these things are going to happen, the NFL will just go flag football and players are going to have to run around with the rule book that's going to weigh 20 pounds so then someone will snap and beat the QB to death with the book. Sometimes it looks like rules are just made to se what else they can get away with, teams are no longer allowed to have a wedge bigger then 2 men because its to dangerous having that many big men on he field during returns &lt;br /&gt;and you can't have more then 5 players trying to recover an onside kick, what kind of rule is that  I would love to see 20 players from each team on the filed fighting each other like crazy mongoloids.Another stupid rule is that you can't do anything from the ground so if you fall and pull the running back down you will be penalized for it. And its always for the players safety,thats what they say,I wish they would just say "we are in charge your not so we have no need to explain"&lt;br /&gt;I would prefer that then the bullshit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-1542643513413709734?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/1542643513413709734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/1542643513413709734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/09/15-yards.html' title='15 yards'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-2103458023351661118</id><published>2009-08-28T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T15:29:40.702-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GO PATS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/57/The_Patriot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 331px; height: 475px;" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/en/5/57/The_Patriot.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't get why America is trying to destroy itself from the inside and no one is trying to stop it,for some reason everyone is doing their part in this cause. From giving up on the future leaders of America to punishing people on how they get information from terrorists.Its been going for the last nine years.I can't believe it when I hear people who have accepted it,they talk about problems like they're a joke.And when things got bad everyone went quiet just like when someone who &lt;br /&gt;doesn't shut up until you shut them up,but then after you leave the room they go on again.If things are so bad then why don't people quit their jobs and give up,some people do they watch to much TV and they get scarred by the numbers and did stupid things,Everyone else stayed strong like we should as Americans,were supposed to be the best the ones with the biggest guns the most money the coolest people thats what we need to be,thats what we were.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-2103458023351661118?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/2103458023351661118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/2103458023351661118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/08/go-pats.html' title='GO PATS'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-6874789169733457973</id><published>2009-08-28T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-28T14:23:22.309-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tag Your It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://s591.photobucket.com/albums/ss355/SuperUltraMega/?action=view&amp;current=freezetag.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i591.photobucket.com/albums/ss355/SuperUltraMega/freezetag.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag was the funnest most dangerous game of all recess, you get 10 people together and just run around for 45 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;the rules were simple just run and don't get tagged by whoever is it,is there a simpler way of saying it ? and there's so many ways to play it, freeze tag being the best of them all, I want to meet the kid who thought of freeze tag, this kid probably went to on to innovate more games he probably came up with "Base is on fire" for hind and go seek. It was the most fun you ever had just standing in on spot just waiting for someone to unfreeze you and even if you were really far from anyone and in the middle of a crowd some how someone came to unfreeze you. And I can't forget about Tunnel tag how awesome was this version when you get tagged spread your legs and wait for someone to crawl on the hot black asphalt under you what tunnels.What tunnels and ice have to do with tag I have no idea but it was fun.The only hard thing about tag was getting people to play because no one wants to play 3 person tag,so you run around asking people "do you wanna play tag ? " until you got at least 9 people.Tag was also mildly sexual running around grabbing for each other closing in on someone was exciting,crawling under each other. Then out of nowhere the bam! tag becomes Illegal at school so we have to play as secretly as we can "no I'm not playing tag I'm just getting in some cardio".The reason for no Tag was "its not safe"  "someone is going to fall"  who cares maybe if kids played tag and all the shit we played they wouldn't be fat ass's,how do you expect kids to be active if all you give is rules and restrictions on everything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-6874789169733457973?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/6874789169733457973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/6874789169733457973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/08/tag-your-it.html' title='Tag Your It'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-6628747773266597119</id><published>2009-08-23T14:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T14:13:13.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Seen it already.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTkvrpXE1-s/SdYZRiGDqvI/AAAAAAAAABY/766gwl5Yew4/s400/2012+Movie+Poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 297px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTkvrpXE1-s/SdYZRiGDqvI/AAAAAAAAABY/766gwl5Yew4/s400/2012+Movie+Poster.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.duhaime.org/Portals/duhaime/images/The_Day_After_Tomorrow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 393px;" src="http://www.duhaime.org/Portals/duhaime/images/The_Day_After_Tomorrow.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-6628747773266597119?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/6628747773266597119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/6628747773266597119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/08/seen-it-already.html' title='Seen it already.'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DTkvrpXE1-s/SdYZRiGDqvI/AAAAAAAAABY/766gwl5Yew4/s72-c/2012+Movie+Poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5983245602898794480.post-6622474125737654540</id><published>2009-08-23T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:24:01.732-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F**K</title><content type='html'>Remember when you first learned the word "fuck",it was so exciting you had heard it once or twice from a parent or a grandma at church,which is really the best place to learn it. Some how cousins always tell you one,which is actually a really horrible way to learn a curse word because you say it and then you mom hears you say it and asks you "Where did you learn that word?" and you cut her off in the middle and just go "It was Adam" while holding back tears because she just told you what's going to happen when we get home.I learned my first bad words in a sort of meeting, we all were called to the corner of the play ground and told about these new words, fuuuuk and shiiiit and bitch, it didn't take long to start learning how to use them even if we had no real idea what they meant,like just running around screaming like we had "TV" tourettes syndrome.Its kind of funny that when your growing up boys talk like retarded sailors and you never really hear girls say as much,and when you get older we trade places all of a sudden women are using fuck left and right, I have some aunts that whenever they get together can't go more then five minutes without talking about "motherfuckers" and their "bullshit". maybe its that women are usually more mature then guys and while we were using every word in the book they were reading the book.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I did a Twitter poll;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://almightygod.wordpress.com/"&gt;almightygod&lt;/a&gt; Damn. Also my favorite pasttime&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bearbronson.blogspot.com/"&gt;Mecha_Bear&lt;/a&gt; My first curse word was FUCK-- and I had no clue what it meant, and some kid in the second grade taught me the word, haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://thesarahmorrison.wordpress.com/"&gt;SarahMorrison&lt;/a&gt; Shit. I think. My parents swear a lot. So there are lots of cute stories about me swearing at people when I'm a toddler.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/sammaray"&gt;sammaray&lt;/a&gt; I was two at the superbowl. There's a videotape of me saying it, falling off a stool AND NO ONE HELPING ME UP.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theblackguywhotips.blogspot.com/"&gt;rodimusprime &lt;/a&gt;I don't know what my first curse was. Probably damn or hell. Probably heard it in church.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/djfamemiss"&gt;DJFAMEMISS&lt;/a&gt; First curse word was "fucking". I told my mom &amp; grandma to "get in the fucking line" at my play store. Lol. I'm sure I heard it from my dad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://playboybacon.blogspot.com/"&gt;playboybacon&lt;/a&gt; I was 9, the word was "fuck", tom cruise in risky business, and no, but I liked it. I also liked his sunglasses.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://twitter.com/britanypracchia"&gt;britanypracchiai&lt;/a&gt; really have no idea. i remember the first time a friend told me what sex was &amp; i thought she was out her mind retarded.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-6622474125737654540?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/6622474125737654540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/6622474125737654540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/08/blog-post.html' title='F**K'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-9218062818250592277</id><published>2009-08-23T11:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-23T12:19:52.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New York Ad Men</title><content type='html'>Every couple of months there i a news story about advertisers not selling as much as they would like to, they blame people saying that everyone fast forwards through the commercials but can they really blame us for pressing -&gt;-&gt;-&gt;-&gt; and skipping all the shitty commercials about old mens everlasting boners and free credit reports.If we were as stupid as they say we are then we would watch them.It really amazing that they think that people getting hit or made fun of is going to make you say hey I want that, I want a ram to come out of nowhere and smash my balls.No one really talks about what a great commercial can do,they can make you stay on a channel and wait,thats not an easy thing when there's 499 other channels with something on. They can make you want something in under 30 seconds do you know how incredible that is "I had no idea what thats was a minute ago but now I want it or I want to see it". The only commercial anyone really wants to watch are movie trailers,there's something about them that is so intriguing,When I first saw the Batman teaser trailer it felt like my heart was going to explode,It was just darkness,bats, and then a date it didn't even need a name thats the kind of power that it had, I remember talking about the trailer after the movie not whatever it was that I just saw but something that I wouldn't be seeing for an entire year. Its obvious people will watch all the commercials if their good there's no other way of saying it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-9218062818250592277?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/9218062818250592277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/9218062818250592277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-york-ad-men.html' title='New York Ad Men'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-6662448960564801031</id><published>2009-08-21T15:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-24T14:28:45.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>They're Coming To Get You Barbara!</title><content type='html'>I'm afraid of the dead coming back to life and eating me alive I always have been.It started when I was like 13,I saw the Dawn of the Dead(2004),It introduced "fast moving" zombies to me. At that point I lost all thoughts of surviving a zombie apocalypse because in my dreams I had gone over the day that the devil would come to claim the earth as his, many times and each time the zombies walk around like they had no place to be kind of like hipsters, I always found a place with strong doors and lots of weapons, but after that The zombies in my dreams started to run.My fear doesn't stop from watching zombie movies I cant get enough of them, I kind of like the feeling of not being able to do anything but take whats coming. Its the being eaten thing that bothers me the most I would rather die all of a sudden then see it coming at me with its teeth bared.Its also seeing everyone I know being killed then coming back to life as an angrier version of themselves that only remember hate and hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kind of a drug for me but not a good one like coke more like the spray from aerosol cans,I like most things zombie movies, comic books,games, I do have standards though I wont watch any zombie film like Island,Diary,Weed shop of the dead it has to be a zombie movie that shows you how real people would react to zombies, 28 weeks later is one of them its one of if not the best zombie films of all time,It shows that in a world with zombies people are still the the most dangerous creature.In the COMIC BOOK The Walking Dead a group of people do what they have to do to survive while still trying to stay human,Left 4 Dead its not as deep as the movies or the books but it has something that they dont have a close up view of the Zombi, they come at you as fast as they can and as often as they can.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know talking about it is probably not the smartest thing to do if your afraid of something that you can do nothing about its not like I'm afraid of clowns and can go to the circus and meet some to show me that their not scary at all and that they just want to give out balloons and fuck trapeze artists during the break. I have no idea when I will be over this stupidness but I hope never. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick shout outs to: FIDO,28 days franchise,Dawn of the dead,Serpent and the Rainbow &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HJEySrDerj0"&gt;Zombay!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-6662448960564801031?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/6662448960564801031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/6662448960564801031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/08/their-coming-to-get-you-barbara.html' title='They&apos;re Coming To Get You Barbara!'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-4667310677110392554</id><published>2009-08-21T14:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T15:11:27.071-07:00</updated><title type='text'>VROOOOM VROOOOOM VROOM</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.neublack.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/nintendo-lego-video-game-02.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 500px; height: 441px;" src="http://www.neublack.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/06/nintendo-lego-video-game-02.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just played Trials HD and I loved it its so simple you ride a motorcycle through a course trying to get a good time.The courses are incredibly fun and really well done the only thing that I don't like about the looks is that the camera is controlled by someone not me so it zooms in and zooms out so while your trying to not fall and ruin your perfect run it zooms out and fucks you up them you toss the controller at the Tv and curse the game out.I feel stupid but I heard about this game like 2 months ago and I didn't click the link so I had no idea it was the motorcycle game from the internet which would have been a better name because more people would buy it. And I don't like the rider he's a bro and I get that its a motorcycle game who else would be riding a bike but why does he have to go Woooo!!! Yeaaaa!!!! ALLL Righttt!!!  it makes me want to crash into shit on purpose just to see him bleed.If you want to try it there is a trial version of trials Hd on Xbox Live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-4667310677110392554?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/4667310677110392554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/4667310677110392554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/08/vroooom-vrooooom-vroom.html' title='VROOOOM VROOOOOM VROOM'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-8992168915390195440</id><published>2009-08-21T14:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-21T14:54:45.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Keep smiling  it makes people wonder what you've been up to.</title><content type='html'>Everyone does things that they dont want to do,at work at home unless your really rich or famous then you have to eat shit with a smile.Its easy for me I can lock my face when someone is telling me that I have to start from the beginning or when I'm getting chewed out,I consider it a natural talent like being able to swim faster then a dolphin. I'm not a pushover(bitch) but I do know when to hold it in like when you have to take a piss.Some people can't do what I can do they have no shit taking abilities its always a fight with them.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-8992168915390195440?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/8992168915390195440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/8992168915390195440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/08/keep-smiling-it-makes-people-wonder.html' title='Keep smiling  it makes people wonder what you&apos;ve been up to.'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-7025812768645160368</id><published>2009-08-18T15:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T16:26:05.451-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When I'm thirsty It feels how I feel when I'm alone.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.aspecialthing.com/news/orels2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 425px; height: 319px;" src="http://www.aspecialthing.com/news/orels2.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was this show on Tv that I really loved it was short,funny,smart,sad,perfect and salty. Moral Orel was a show about a boy who was always trying to be as good as he could be no matter what happened in his life. It was a really crazy show that was always funny and sick for the first 2 seasons then I the season 2 finale questions are changed and Orel see's the truth about everyone who he trusted. He learns that his father is a Masochist and that he has a secret male lover.It like all of the other Tv shows that I like got cancelled a season to early.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-7025812768645160368?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/7025812768645160368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/7025812768645160368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/08/when-im-thirsty-it-feels-how-i-feel.html' title='When I&apos;m thirsty It feels how I feel when I&apos;m alone.'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-4996948744615798281</id><published>2009-08-18T15:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T15:56:39.311-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You shoot me in a dream you better wake up and apologize</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.easyart.com/i/prints/rw/lg/7/3/Celebrity-Image-Reservoir-Dogs-73073.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 289px; height: 400px;" src="http://images.easyart.com/i/prints/rw/lg/7/3/Celebrity-Image-Reservoir-Dogs-73073.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Quentin Tarantino is incredible, when I watch his movies it reminds me of the first time I ever felt butterflies in my belly. The first time I watched Pulp Fiction was when I was like 8 or 9 years old and I had no idea what it was but I knew I needed more of it. Oh and when I say I I know that I should put me and everyone else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-4996948744615798281?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/4996948744615798281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/4996948744615798281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-shoot-me-in-dream-you-better-wake.html' title='You shoot me in a dream you better wake up and apologize'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-8719352837989560930</id><published>2009-08-18T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T13:53:36.995-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pix.auctiva.com/pix/12/56/89/metallic_ninja_swords.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 386px; height: 386px;" src="http://pix.auctiva.com/pix/12/56/89/metallic_ninja_swords.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/creativekidstuff_2063_218198031"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 296px; height: 294px;" src="http://ep.yimg.com/ca/I/creativekidstuff_2063_218198031" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nerfguns.org/images/nerf_vulcan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 332px;" src="http://nerfguns.org/images/nerf_vulcan.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason new toys are made is because the old ones suck. Would you rather have a Wooly Willy or a Nerf Sniper rifle a Raggedy Ann doll or a Bratz doll, that last one was a trick question nobody wants either. Just like the internet killed the newspaper the better,faster,cooler,newer, will always win.Old toys are fun to pick up again but its only because of the memories that they bring. I remember these plastic ninja swords that me and my BFF used to pay with,they bent when you locked swords and they hurt like a belt on the ass when you got hit on your arm. But it was cool thats all we needed to have fun.Oh quick shout out to poppers those little balls of exploding shit that came with some weed looking shit in the box that we thought was more of the exploding stuff but was actually just to keep them from popping in the box, we would get toilet paper and try to make our own but it never worked. But if someone offered me a Nerf Gatling gun then I would have tossed all those poppers in the ice-cream truck drivers face.We didn't have a choice but to play with things like that because our parents couldn't or wouldn't get us the toys we wanted. But then i think about it and we would have destroyed any one of the toys they make today in under an hour, Ninja swords last for 4 hours of fun and only 3 and a half hours usability, plastic power ranger swords will break in 3 clashes, and when they do break those kids will go buy ninja swords for a dollar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-8719352837989560930?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/8719352837989560930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/8719352837989560930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/08/reason-new-toys-are-made-is-because-old.html' title=''/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-5889089749667488583</id><published>2009-08-18T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-18T13:07:51.902-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clinton Kelly Is Not Gay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://blogs.starbulletin.com/fashiontribe/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/clinton-kelly.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 350px; height: 477px;" src="http://blogs.starbulletin.com/fashiontribe/wp-content/uploads/2008/10/clinton-kelly.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have been watching What Not To Wear for a while and I have been thinking about it and I seriously think that Clinton Kelly is not gay.I'm not thinking that the only gay people are flaming and dress like the village people even though they do sometimes.I am even going to go so far as to say he has fucked that hot piece of ass Stacy London.In my head he's a guys guy you know he likes to watch the playoffs and drinks beer,he has a shed were he builds things like rocking chairs and tables.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-5889089749667488583?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/5889089749667488583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/5889089749667488583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/08/clinton-kelly-is-not-gay.html' title='Clinton Kelly Is Not Gay'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-5971026586700469283</id><published>2009-08-15T15:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T15:45:05.639-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walk like the Dinosaur</title><content type='html'>When I was 4 years old I was in love with Italians,mushrooms, and dinosaurs  I played Super Mario Bros. over and over again, I played until I had blisters on my blisters. And I was good to I managed to get 99 lives in one sitting and then my sister tripped on a cord and the game froze, but thats another story. Then in 1995 we were sitting down in front of the Tv and Super Mario Bros. the movie came on and we popped a tape in and recorded it so we could enjoy the greatness later. I loved that movie I watched almost everyday then it went missing and I forgot about it. I started to think about it and that movies sucks first off if you a geek then it doesn't really follow the games canon Daisy is the main princess not Peach the Goomba's were humans who had been devolved into reptiles but looked more like muscle heads with dinosaur heads and hands, Yoshi went from cute green soft skinned dinosaur into a mini raptor, Toad became a fucking guy with a guitar who sings anti-Koopa songs. Luigi is a plumber and his G.F is Daisy is going to college.Then I started to remember scenes like when like 10 Goomba's are in a elevator and then they freak out and start fucking or when Luigi is watching all the princess's from a vent.So the movie sucked,it makes me think that thats why movies fro kids today also suck why should they make an effort to make something good its just for kids and maybe I should stop talking shit about kids movies since 10 years ago I was eating up shit like Goodburger,Flubber,Space Jam and Kazaam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-5971026586700469283?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/5971026586700469283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/5971026586700469283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/08/walk-like-dinosaur.html' title='Walk like the Dinosaur'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-6911071757032994900</id><published>2009-08-15T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T14:47:05.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Real Crazy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://nearearth.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/overdose.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 584px; height: 389px;" src="http://nearearth.files.wordpress.com/2009/01/overdose.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off this is about the poser crazies and not the real ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 years ago was anyone talking about how their kids needed drugs to function no of course not, that kid just had problems and then we never saw him again after he chased girls with a knife during recess or the crazy red headed midget who liked to fight anyone anywhere anytime.We all just lived with it because what else were we supposed to do but now every kid has to go to the nurses office and take his pills, that was a great argument “teacher you got to let me go because in 2 minutes your going to be fighting with more then one person”. When I was 8 or 9 I was a little O.C.D when I walked down the street it would have to be perfect steps LEFT RIGHT LEFT RIGHT ” each line in the street also has to be crossed left right and if you went left left then you have to start walking left,left,right,right,up,up,down,down,select,start, If I touched one hand to hard then I would have to even it out, that includes touches the rest of my body evenly. I could go on and on I could take about how I taken out of class because the teachers realized that there might be something wrong with me but I think thats enough trying to prove how crazy I am.Ok so basically I’m fine I’m not crazy and never was and neither are most of you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-6911071757032994900?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/6911071757032994900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/6911071757032994900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/08/real-crazy.html' title='Real Crazy'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-4352285965362418622</id><published>2009-08-15T14:42:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T14:42:45.532-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid dog used tampons are for the garbage</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://animal.kukuchew.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/dog-obedience-school.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 530px; height: 362px;" src="http://animal.kukuchew.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/01/dog-obedience-school.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a dog right and he’s kind of stupid like most beasts but I still love him he really is part of the family like a hairy brother from long island who quit high school in the 10th grade and now just hangs out and licks himself. I would give this guy a kidney if he needed it but there are somethings he does that make me think about putting him to sleep, he likes to take used tampoons out of the trash can and eat them or something(I dont ask) he fights me when I try to cut his nails, but the thing that makes me mad is when he goes outside to use the bathroom he does use the toilet paper I leave out for him,he acts like its not there, I see him squatting there then turn his head in my direction and flip me off&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-4352285965362418622?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/4352285965362418622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/4352285965362418622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/08/stupid-dog-used-tampons-are-for-garbage.html' title='Stupid dog used tampons are for the garbage'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-6800530971749867695</id><published>2009-08-15T14:41:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T14:42:08.018-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Improvised Masturbation</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://faqsmedia.ign.com/faqs/image/article/739/739691/al_bundy_vs_chobot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 350px;" src="http://faqsmedia.ign.com/faqs/image/article/739/739691/al_bundy_vs_chobot.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have jerked off in so many places I shouldn’t have. I’m not some crazy sexual fiend who can’t get his rocks off unless there is a chance I’ll be caught. I just was almost all alone and really bored/curious Its funny because I convinced myself that I was the James Bond of jacking off having been able to get away with it since I was 10 all the way to 14 before anyone put anything together. Anyways I have jacked off in different places but not most normal places like I have J.O in front of the computer in the shower(not recently though)bed,floor, and the couch you know normal places but I have also J.O at work(multiple times)almost in many strangers bathrooms, and I think once I thought about doing it at church once JK. I’m not proud of all of this and I didn’t learn from getting caught I think its a thing in every man-child’s brain were you turn off your brain while you attempt to do the deed and you dont care about getting caught you dont want to think about why you really should put your dick back in your pants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-6800530971749867695?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/6800530971749867695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/6800530971749867695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/08/improvised-masturbation.html' title='Improvised 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class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;color:#444444;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 19px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; "&gt;I dont why people take “power naps” If you didn’t get as much sleep as you wanted to last night thats to bad, you have to find a way to function properly with people   who did get a good nights rest&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/5983245602898794480-6043691946949078969?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/6043691946949078969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/6043691946949078969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/08/do-something-then-1.html' title='Do Something Then !! #1'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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-5983245602898794480.post-3018417579020515778</id><published>2009-08-15T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T14:39:33.504-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Make My Nightmares!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style=" color: rgb(68, 68, 68); line-height: 19px; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;I like not knowing things,you know ignorance is bliss and all that.I’m not one of those people who knows everytHing About a bands and beats you over the head with my musical knowLedge. Like I wiLl listen to the radio &amp;amp; a song that I lOve comes on And my eyes open wide and I smile so hard my lips rip, I like iT so much that I still dont know all the words, some how I managEd to not find out who sang whatever Song but when I eventually found out I felt like a geek. this week I found out that I really really like “You Make My Dreams” from Hall &amp;amp; Oates its in The Wedding Singer and Stepbrothers, I love the build-up in the beginning of the song and then that little pause after that the magic starts its great it makes me laugh it makes me smile.The only thing that makes me question how much I actually like the song is the only time I can remember listening to it is when I watch those movies so I don’t know if I need the visual of Adam Sandler and Drew Barrymore wedding dress shopping or Will Ferrell and John C. Reilly crossing swords to make me achieve full enjoyment of the song.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5983245602898794480-3018417579020515778?l=theunibloger.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/3018417579020515778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5983245602898794480/posts/default/3018417579020515778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://theunibloger.blogspot.com/2009/08/you-make-my-nightmares.html' title='You Make My Nightmares!'/><author><name>UniBlogger</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09817594023003701755</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>
