<?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-30223017</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:01:42.638-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Punisher Monkey</title><subtitle type='html'>"The only truth in life is humor."</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</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>38</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-116617035313860843</id><published>2006-12-14T23:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-15T00:12:33.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Into The Distance</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The descent into then never ending search for why is something I can neither explain nor comprehend. It's a scary place to wake up each day and not know if you are truly who you think you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;How do you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slipping madly into the mist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can not feel the distance I ran&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Splashing, running, ending&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slipping freely into the distance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can see the feeling I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Splashing, screaming, fading&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Slipping madly into being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can not touch what never was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Splashing, shading, crying&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never was without first being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I never am without yet ending&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;------"Into The Distance"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Live in your world, Think in mine" -----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-116617035313860843?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116617035313860843/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=116617035313860843' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/116617035313860843'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/116617035313860843'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/12/into-distance.html' title='Into The Distance'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-116565704780494568</id><published>2006-12-09T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-09T01:38:24.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Falling From An Empty Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The sun never shines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The light never reaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In the emptiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In the loneliness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The color is brighter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The rays never rise&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The moon never dies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In the darkness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The color is richer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;With this empty hand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I never stand&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;In this lonely land&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;It's all I can&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But there is a line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;A place to define&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;At the end&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The sun never shines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The light never reaches&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;But the color always is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The happiness never was&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The rays always are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-116565704780494568?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116565704780494568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=116565704780494568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/116565704780494568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/116565704780494568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/12/falling-from-empty-hand.html' title='Falling From An Empty Hand'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-116564270759162725</id><published>2006-12-08T21:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T21:38:27.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Really You? Prove It</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you really exist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prove it to me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;prove to me that you exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-because you have feelings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-because you say so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-because you believe in god&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-because he tells you so&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-because everyone else exist&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-because your alive&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-because your not dead&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;------------ ----- ----------- ----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;what proof do you have that you are you?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;If the phone rang and the voice on the other end said it was god how do you know?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;----------Do you even need proof?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;-----Is life worth living without knowing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;----------Ignorance in bliss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;----------Bliss through ignorance&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Plato once said the unexamined life is not worth living&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold;"&gt;----why live if you don't know why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-116564270759162725?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116564270759162725/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=116564270759162725' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/116564270759162725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/116564270759162725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/12/are-you-really-you-prove-it.html' title='Are You Really You? Prove It'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-116561401221281665</id><published>2006-12-08T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T13:40:12.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Mind, Creative Ray</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you know how ppl wake up and in order to get going in the morning they need some coffee or need to see the sun shine on their skin. I'm not saying I don't need coffee (in my case 3 cans of monster) but I need to do something creative with my mind or I feel dead. I feel like if I don't work on my novel or listen to some good music or watch something really funny I just feel empty like my mind is shut off.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you ever get like that?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;I often hear a lot of ppl say that they need something to inspire them to get creative, and I've never understood that, why do ppl need something to make them creative? Maybe it's just me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;This blog to me is that morning sun light, This neutral place is 100% creative for me and here I am able to just go and go about anything, and at the end of it all I feel good, I feel like I've started my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"Live in your work, Laugh in mine" ---Dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-116561401221281665?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116561401221281665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=116561401221281665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/116561401221281665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/116561401221281665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/12/dead-mind-creative-ray.html' title='Dead Mind, Creative Ray'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-116520910674874384</id><published>2006-12-03T21:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-03T21:11:46.776-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LG15? country gone wild?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I found myself flipping through the channels and I happened to land on vh1 (yes I know) anyway, it happened to be an award thing and they where doing the category of "best web video" and of course loneygirl15 "famous" from youtube happened to win. yeah? I don't get it myself, I never was a "youtuber" and I never plan to be, I do admit to being on youtube from time to time and clicking around what is considered the "most popular" and dear god the whole country seemed to be crazy for this girl and these pathetic video, Then I guess there is this whole thing about her not being actually who she is and whatever but seriously people!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Anyway I just thought it was interesting that she happened to win this so called "award" from the so called "vh1"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;"live in your world, think in mine"    --- &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Dan&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Oh and yes i know I use "" a lot but it helps make a point, To all my faithful readers? and or anyone else there will be more seeing how my days of class have been cut down to one a week haha!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-116520910674874384?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116520910674874384/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=116520910674874384' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/116520910674874384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/116520910674874384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/12/lg15-country-gone-wild.html' title='LG15? country gone wild?'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-116421875822500091</id><published>2006-11-22T09:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-22T10:05:58.240-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hidden Meaning?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;They say the devils water aint so sweet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;you don't have to drink right now&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-family: arial; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;but you can dip your feet&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;every once in awhile&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I can't hear the phone ringing, and maybe I just don't want too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;     I want to have the same last dream again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;The one where I wake up and I'm alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Just as the four walls close me within, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My eyes are woken up with pure sunlight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;I'm the first to know. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;My dearest friends,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Even if your hope has burned with time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anything that's dead shall be re-grown. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;And your vicious pain, your warning sign, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;You will be fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial; color: rgb(153, 0, 0); font-weight: bold;font-family:Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Many months without a single word and everything should just dissappear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-family: arial; color: rgb(255, 0, 0); font-style: italic;font-family:Trebuchet MS, Verdana, Arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-116421875822500091?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116421875822500091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=116421875822500091' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/116421875822500091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/116421875822500091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/hidden-meaning.html' title='Hidden Meaning?'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-116302439241447432</id><published>2006-11-08T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T14:19:52.426-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WoW</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I want to admit to you all that I have a problem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I am a world of warcraft addict&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I play often and think about playing when I am not playing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I lose track of time and all reality slips away as I keep telling myself "just one more level"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I find the game very fun and enjoy give the good people at Blizzard $15 a month to play their game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I know that the addiction is going to get worse the higher level that I get and that by Jan it is going to be really bad with the release of the new Burning Crusade Expansion. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I am now picking up the world of warcraft language and find it funny to watch other ppl struggle at low levels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I am now thinking about hacking the game to advance my character faster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I am also thinking about selling my high level character on ebay for $200-$300&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I like the game and I don't plan to stop playing anytime soon, I know that alot of people thing it's stupid and don't understand but thats ok, I think alot of it has to do with the fact that people don't know what to do to have fun these days and they have a "stereotype" about people and fail to realise the enjoyment of someting. oh well I hope all those people get cancer or soemething.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;watch out for my gnome warlock, he'll mess you up with his demons and such&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-116302439241447432?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116302439241447432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=116302439241447432' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/116302439241447432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/116302439241447432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/11/wow.html' title='WoW'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-116232642130816864</id><published>2006-10-31T12:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-10-31T12:27:01.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2:10 Afternoon Wisdom Vol. 2: Social America</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;What does it mean to you that you are alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;What does it mean to you that there is a reason that you are alive?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I'd like to konw why people or in this case certian people seem to know with a passion why they are here/why they are alive. Why do some people 'just seem to know'? I've asked a few people about the meaning of life. A suprising majority seem to have an answer! what? how do people seem to know? Is it a religous answer or something greater. I believe myself that it has something to do with a certian comfort level with society. "knowing" the answer is what makes "living" worth it. Society demands an order and if you don't fall into it will all aspects of your life then you are not worth of it. Same goes for the big questions, meaning of life? why are we here? find an answer and you too can live under our roof in the house of social america.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Much more on this topic of: Living under a social order, living within society and how it shapes you weather you want it or not, much later]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-116232642130816864?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116232642130816864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=116232642130816864' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/116232642130816864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/116232642130816864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/10/210-afternoon-wisdom-vol-2-social.html' title='2:10 Afternoon Wisdom Vol. 2: Social America'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-116201546579743254</id><published>2006-10-27T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T23:05:50.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12:58 Latenight Wisdom Vol. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I think it is important to know who you are&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I think that in order to like someone else you have to first like yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You have to like who you are, when no one is around, and when the whole world is watching&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You have to know what gets you going, what makes you happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You have to know who your friends are and who is riases above them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I think you need to be able to laugh at yourself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I think you need to be able to do that more then anything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You have to be able to see the big picture, then look farther&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You havet to be able to have your cake, and eat it too&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I think that humor will lead to happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I think that happiness is life's only truth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You need to find what your happiness is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;You need to know that sometimes happiness isn't always in the big picture&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I think that sometimes it's just around the corner&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I think you need to be happy with you, 100% of the time, because only then can you be happy with life 100% of the time, appreciate the time that you have and the happiness you bring&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Gambit your brisket&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;----------------------/Dan/-----------------&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-116201546579743254?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116201546579743254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=116201546579743254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/116201546579743254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/116201546579743254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/10/1258-latenight-wisdom-vol-1.html' title='12:58 Latenight Wisdom Vol. 1'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-116174951571990670</id><published>2006-10-24T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T21:12:42.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"I think, therefore I am."</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Is it true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Does thought alone constitue existance?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;What proves that we exist?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Is existing even anything?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Just because we say that we exist, or "know" what we exist does it really mean that we do?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Thinking that we exist to me is something sperate then existing. How can we as physical beings know that we exist in this world? How can we define something like existance basied on either physcial expressions or mental ideas? Because I feel and because I think doesn't mean that I exist. All it means is that I have the ability to think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Right now I'm a believer on the metaphysical problem of mind-body. Basicly the idea of the problem is that the mind (thought, ideas) and the body (physical aspects of the world) are two seperate ideas. When we have a thought it is just a thought, and not a physical aspect. You can't go and touch a thought or you can't go and eat an idea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I do believe that physical aspects can lead to mental ideas (feelings ect.) but they are still seperate ideas that are not explained, and this in turn is the problem. When you put your had on a stove and it's hot, it sends a signal to your brain that it is hot, and that hot triggers an electrical signal in your brain to feel pain in your hand. But you can feel pain without actually touching the stove, you can have the idea of pain and any other feeling without actually experienceing that physical aspect. What is the mind? This brings me to my final point, if we don't know what the mind is and how mental thought relates to the physical world how can we say that we exist based only on thought alone?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Laughter equals humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Humor equals happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Laughter at the everyday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everyday laughter equals humor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;------&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Everyday humor equals happiness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;-----------------------&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Dan&lt;/span&gt;/&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;----------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;----"Smile Like You Mean It" ----The Killers----&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-116174951571990670?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116174951571990670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=116174951571990670' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/116174951571990670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/116174951571990670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/10/i-think-therefore-i-am.html' title='&quot;I think, therefore I am.&quot;'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-116171563989178577</id><published>2006-10-24T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-24T11:47:19.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Hows It Going?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Sorry that I haven't posted in a long time, I"m sure you've all just been so lost and confused without my wisdom. It's ok beacuse I happen to have some free time between classes here and this time I was smart enough to actually bring my computer to school. haha what a novel idea to actually, move a laptop to place where I would actually need it. Anyway I'm not sure what I want to talk about so I think I will just get you all up to speed with my world. Work stills  sucks. Saw taylor and ashley over a weekend which resulted in the much controversal "neck-shot" incident. There may have been some adult situations but we won't talk about that. What else happened..Oh yeah the very long quest to level 40 ended, and life could not be easier. Yes your deepest fears are true and I have become an addict. I can't get enough and all I want is more. WoW is taking over my life and the only thing that stops me from playing more is the battery life of my laptop. It's a suprise that I'm not playing right now. Because I would, I swear I would I honestly don't care what people would think, that game rocks and it's fun. Anyway, I had a sandwhich between now and my last post, it was good. I have been studying for a philosophy midterm which I really don't want to take. I have started another story. I went to go see the movie Flags of Our Fathers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;I hope you getting all this, because there is going to be a test on later and you better be taking notes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;OK well, I think I'll post a philosophical thing next time. Here think about this "I think, therefore I am." Do you believe that to be true? Because you think, can because you can think, that proves that you exist. Does thinking alone prove existance, or is there something more? I'll tell you my opinion on it later. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;(God dammit, There are a MILLION open seat open in this dam room. but these GOD DAM PEOPLE just have to SIT close to me! ! ! !, What the hell is wrong with people. WHY the hell can't you go sit somewhere else. OH yeah I love moving my stuff around everytime someone sits down. For the love of god people. Get a clue and respect peoples space.)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-116171563989178577?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116171563989178577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=116171563989178577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/116171563989178577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/116171563989178577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/10/hey-hows-it-going.html' title='Hey, Hows It Going?'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-116040889920151514</id><published>2006-10-09T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-09T08:48:19.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WWIII</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/national/1104AP_Iran_Korea.html"&gt;The blame game,&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;HAHAHAHAHA oh yeah, so judging by this logic why don't we just go out and blame America for WWII. I mean shit, we just kinda sat there for a few years, and really didn't help the German economy after it's drastic defeat in WWI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This nuclear test by N. Korea is just freaky. It's simple, If the missile technology doesn't allow him to shot where ever he wants he'll nuke what in range, and the only two countries I could ever see him hitting are S. Korea and Japan. So looking at it this way, lets say he goes ahead and nukes S. Korea and based on how I believe we are going to vote in the next presidential election we have a weak president who is scared to lift a finger because of the great military failure that is "Iraq" that president will not fight back because of extreme fear of criticism, and N. Korea will go on nuclear "testing" on what ever country it see fit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'd like to believe that Russia or China don't want to see nuclear holocaust as bad as any other nation but the fact is that N. Korea is basically 100% supported by China and I don't think Russia will be that slow to send "aid" to N. Korea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;People are scared, and because of the warped view of the Iraq situtation ANY and I mean EVEN ONE U.S soldier outside of the U.S will be to much for the American people and the world stage to take. This is why the N. Korean nuclear test is so important. I believe that he knows that the U.S is going to have a weak and "isolationist" president in the next years (since my entire age group is going out to vote against Iraq because that's what Jon Stewart told them to do) so he will take it as an opportunity to do what he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Everyone move up to Canada and buy a whole lot of M-16 assault rifles and some grenades and wait for WWIII to come. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-116040889920151514?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/116040889920151514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=116040889920151514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/116040889920151514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/116040889920151514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/10/wwiii.html' title='WWIII'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-115993680982630552</id><published>2006-10-03T21:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T21:40:09.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gambit</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hikawa.com.br/img5/gambit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.hikawa.com.br/img5/gambit.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;GAMBIT&lt;br /&gt;SAY IT WITH ME NOW: GAMBIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G-AM------BIT&lt;br /&gt;GAAAAAAAAAAMMMMMMMBIT&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;IT'S A FUNNY WORD&lt;br /&gt;SAY IT !??!?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;HE'LL GET YOU, BECAUSE WHAT EVER HE THROWS AT YOU, EVEN IF IT'S A CHEETO WILL EXPLODE&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;GAMBIT&lt;br /&gt;GAMBIT  ! ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IF ONLY YOU COULD EXPERIENCE HOW I SEE THE WORLD, IT'S VERY FUN. HAHAHAHA GAMBIT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt; Don't EVER why this is funny. IT JUST IS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-115993680982630552?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115993680982630552/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=115993680982630552' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115993680982630552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115993680982630552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/10/gambit.html' title='Gambit'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-115993622183512041</id><published>2006-10-03T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-03T21:30:21.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When You Were Young</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;We’re burning down the highway skyline on the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Back of a hurricane that started turning &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;When you were young &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;When you were young &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;And sometimes you close your eyes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;and see the place where you used to live &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;When you were young &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;The Killers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know where I'm going with this, but these really stuck out when I am listening to this song. I don't know why, but they do. I think it has something to do with remembering the past and how fun it was when I was younger. I think it is VERY importan tot remember when we were younger and not forget to live like we are all ten sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-115993622183512041?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115993622183512041/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=115993622183512041' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115993622183512041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115993622183512041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/10/when-you-were-young.html' title='When You Were Young'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-115981479349939141</id><published>2006-10-02T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-02T11:46:33.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Creative Outlet</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;There are two groups of people that post blogs, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Group one: people who are posting their opinions,  making a point, or expressing a certian set of values or ideas. These people post with an active drive to tell people what they think and/or how thinsg should be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;Group two: creative outlet, write for no real purpose other then for fun, I'm not to sure if this group of people care if their blogs are read or not but to them in the end it doesn't really matter.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;I type this blog for a creative outlet and really don't give a gambit if people read it or not. Sometimes just typing away about someting makes things better. Maybe some day the rest of you will be able to just do something without having to think about it and just be happy, because that was this blog is to me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-115981479349939141?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115981479349939141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=115981479349939141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115981479349939141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115981479349939141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/10/creative-outlet.html' title='Creative Outlet'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-115972288980080863</id><published>2006-10-01T10:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-01T10:14:49.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Spaghetti</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm eating spaghetti right now and I have to say that it has got to be one of the best things that I've ever eaten in my life. Now normally I am not a fan of Italian food but right now it is really good. spaghetti is always good when there is enough cheese and right now I believe that there is more cheese on here then noodles.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Just thought I'd throw that out there,  Gambit people Gambit &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-115972288980080863?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115972288980080863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=115972288980080863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115972288980080863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115972288980080863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/10/spaghetti.html' title='Spaghetti'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-115946981764514444</id><published>2006-09-28T10:56:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-28T15:29:12.453-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Don't Know God or Anything for that Matter</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Human existence and the impact of society. I think it's safe to say that society plays a large part in the growth of our own individuality. You can't grow up without being subjected to forms of the society that you where born into. Now I'm not saying that this is a bad thing. I am just pointing out the fact from the very beginning of our lives we are already being influenced. Now take this idea and apply it to the idea of heaven and god. Where do you first get the idea of heaven and god? Church with your parents when you where younger? School when you learned about it in history? From the Daily show during their "this week with god" segments? The idea of god and heaven I believe isn't anything that we can truly claim as our own. You only know about god or heaven from what was told to you when you where younger. You have no idea of what else could be or what would be and by the time you get to an older age your ideas of god and heaven are not necessarily the strongest definition of life that you have but it is atleast a concrete mold to form other ideas on.&lt;br /&gt;To think outside of what we know about life and god and heaven and hell we have to first understand that what we know already is just what we have picked up from social interations during are growth. I've found it interesting that people often get confused when you ask them the meaning of life and they say "god" or something alone those lines and when you present a theory without and trace of god or even a higher power people can't comprehend it.&lt;br /&gt;Society is a bad thing in the general sense because everyone has to grow up somewhere with some help. But when society limits your views to just one or a few ideas it can have drastic consequences. A common example is the classic event that you learn about "heaven, hell, sin, god" from church which is it's own institution and separate place, and you learn about other religions in school and at a young age the idea that you go to a "special" place to learn about god and heaven but you learn about other views in school along with math/gym/ect. also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you see the point that I'm making here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To understand life we first have to understand why we know what we know about the ideas that we have. This is why when people tell me that "there is a god" or that something "higher" I just laugh because it just kills me to see how people have such indepth beliefs with such blind perceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-115946981764514444?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115946981764514444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=115946981764514444' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115946981764514444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115946981764514444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/09/you-dont-know-god-or-anything-for-that_28.html' title='You Don&apos;t Know God or Anything for that Matter'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-115898003099597085</id><published>2006-09-22T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-27T08:21:16.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Generation X, Y, Z, Whatever, We Know Who We Are</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;What idea comes to mind when I say generation X?&lt;br /&gt;Or Y?&lt;br /&gt;Or Z?&lt;br /&gt;Do you even know what a generation is? Or who falls into each one?&lt;br /&gt;of course you don't, and you know why? Because chances are your part of generation Y (Interent generation, boomerang generation, echo generation) Whatever you decide to call it, it doesn't really matter because we are all going to die from polar bears looking for a new place to live because of global warming but thats for another post. Anyway chances are your one of those people just getting done with high school maybe been in a few years of college already but you fall into a very mysterious group of people. You can just remember the time when there was no interent, and you can remember when gas was below $3. The start of video games as a staple in every household was us. A Pepsi venting machine in everything class room was us.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://clabedan.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/ipod_blue_big.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://clabedan.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/ipod_blue_big.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Generation X now mass markets "cool" and "extreme" to us, and MTV by your terms is considered "out-dated". Technological advances in Ipod's and computers are geared right toward us. Advertising has it's crosshairs directly at are bank accounts. TV companies fight and war at the few ratings shraps we throw their way. We get are morning news form "The Daily Show". The internet comes easy to us and any new gadget engineers throw are way we easily solve.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We take nothin and we don't do nothin. The worlds problems are our oyster and life has taught us that things don't come cheap and that if you just google it everything will be alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.uwm.edu/Dept/dac/blog/dailyshow.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.uwm.edu/Dept/dac/blog/dailyshow.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-115898003099597085?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115898003099597085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=115898003099597085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115898003099597085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115898003099597085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/09/generation-x-y-z-whatever-we-know-who.html' title='Generation X, Y, Z, Whatever, We Know Who We Are'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-115859629337567658</id><published>2006-09-18T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-18T09:18:13.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Just Sounds?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I think it's interesting to note that I only seem to be able to type listening to music. It's an interesting how sounds and voices layed out in a certain way can lead to a internal feeling. Simply put music build up and eventual decline creates a mood or emotion that triggers are minds to enjoy what we are listening too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;it gives a reassuring feeling that&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;everything is going to be ok... Then the crescendo to help build your&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;self-esteem up and telling you to keep going, move forward..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Moving forward toward to some distant future is what I believe keeps anyone going. Especially in American society, we need to feel like we are moving somewhere, that things are going forward and that what we are and have today will get better as we move on. I end with one simple idea that sums up every reason why you can't seem to find the repeat button fast enough when you find that certain song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"...I can't explain how it feels because only I&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;would understand for myself and other's for themselves, but I do know the impact&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;music has on me, an adrenaline rush that lasts longer than a 1 minute free fall,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;it can last a lifetime..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If your wondering I'm listening to Angels and Airwaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Tom Delonge from Blink 182)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://myspace-172.vo.llnwd.net/00207/27/16/207406172_l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://myspace-172.vo.llnwd.net/00207/27/16/207406172_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-115859629337567658?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115859629337567658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=115859629337567658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115859629337567658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115859629337567658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/09/its-just-sounds.html' title='It&apos;s Just Sounds?'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-115855997375827026</id><published>2006-09-17T23:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T23:12:53.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Same Last Dream Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Angels and Airwaves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Adventure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-size:100%;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I wanna have the same last dream again, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;the one where I wake up and I'm alive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Just as the four walls close me within, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my eyes are opened up with pure sunlight. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I'm the first to know, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;my dearest friends, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;even if your hope has burned with time, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;anything that's dead shall be re-grown, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;and your vicious pain, your warning sign, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;you will be fine. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I like this song&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-115855997375827026?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115855997375827026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=115855997375827026' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115855997375827026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115855997375827026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/09/same-last-dream-again.html' title='The Same Last Dream Again'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-115855943915473558</id><published>2006-09-17T22:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-17T23:04:01.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God's Last Breath</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Short story/paragraph about and idea I had for a story, Tell me if you understand it at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;late night typing gambit :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A million miles below the depths of everything that I hold dear. Standing on the eve of everything that is about start and knowing, feeling that I am never going to see it. I look down at a pulished oak table and a small rusted tin box with a small circular indent on the top. Staring closer at the indent I realise that its nothing more then a small silver coin pressed into the lid of the box. I reach over to grab a small ball point pen and began trying to pry it off. Almost, just about, it's starting to slip.&lt;br /&gt;"I wonder what this could be?"&lt;br /&gt;Almost, it's coming loose&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;BANG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I shoot out of my seat with a started, frozen with the pen gripped tightly in my right hand. Not knowing the small tin box feel to the floor with a loud BANG. I stare down, startled again by the box hitting the floor.&lt;br /&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;BANG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, this time I threw my victorian dark leather chair against the desk and ran to the door.&lt;br /&gt;"Who the hell?"&lt;br /&gt;It has to be the door, who else would it be? This late, this dark, how could it be anything else. I threw the door open, angry, ready to show who ever it was a thing or two about calling on someone this late. but....It was nothing. Black, with a pale vail of gray haning over the far hall lamp.&lt;br /&gt;"Ha, nothing, I knew it"&lt;br /&gt;Then I felt it, I didn't need to turn around. The cold grasp fallowed by a gradually warming heat. It climbed up from my lower back and rested on my shoulders. The feeling was like nothing I have ever felt before. Cold then warm moving closer and higher to my throat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I turned around&lt;br /&gt;and there it was&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Standing about seven feet tall, moving up from his black claw digging into the oak floor. Large build legs held up a body of pure red, his arms hung down at his sides exposing epicly morbid hands that looked as though death iself was held within them. His shoulders emited a small flame which extenes up to his face, which is coverd by a black hood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Who are you?" I said stepping forward just slightly&lt;br /&gt;The creature let out a loud roar shaking books form their shelves and sending me back to my original spot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What are you?" I said agian, but nothing was working. Thinking about it all now I can't believe that I am now standing here in from of some kind of 'thing' sending terror threw me. At that moment of reflection the creature started to move foward toward me. Fire shooting out from it's hood it started to speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"You are not worth the life that you held, and now because of the life that you lead you have been recalled of your support from the heavens. Your life rest with me."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"What!?" Yelling now, backing up closser to the door which mysteriously was closed now.&lt;br /&gt;"This can't be true, I did nothing wrong! I did what I HAD too!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"It doesn't matter now, For you the end is hear and a life of in the end will be your only beginning."&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this all a dream I thought, how could any of this be real? Sitting one moment at my desk and now facing what appears to be my final judgment? What kind of god lets a good human like me die here.&lt;br /&gt;"What kind of god is this! ! How can he just let me die, what about accpeting Jesus and eternal life? I did that, what about me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The creature grew more angry and the surrounding room started on fire. Flames all around me I could feel them closing in. The creature stop in it's tracks and slowly lifted his head for his final words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;You don't understand, none of you do, there is no god. There is no heaven or hell anymore. We took power and now all this world know is pain."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;This is his story, a life fighting in a world where god as left. A place where human nature rules and satanic powers over man kind are the only god to pray too.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-115855943915473558?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115855943915473558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=115855943915473558' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115855943915473558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115855943915473558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/09/gods-last-breath.html' title='God&apos;s Last Breath'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-115825769421466834</id><published>2006-09-14T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T11:34:09.223-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Medication of Laughter</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Everything we found funny this summer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;(They are in the order they where invented)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;Dedicated to:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;-Brooks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;-Taylor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;-Ashley&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 204, 204);"&gt;-Anyone who can find humor is the word: Brisket or thinks gravity is smug&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gravity&lt;br /&gt;7&lt;br /&gt;Get out of the car&lt;br /&gt;Fast food&lt;br /&gt;Zombies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;-The Rules of Zombies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;----1. A Zombie has only one and ONLY one limp leg&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;----2. Zombies are are alway hungry&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;----3. Zombies try to eat everything&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;----4. Zombies get tired/bored easily&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;----5. Zombies don't have time to think outside the bun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;----6. Zombies have no sense of time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;----7. When zombies get on flat ground you'd better run&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;----8. Zombies are easly confused&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;----9. Zombies are worse on Tuesdays&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;----10. Zombies mass and move in mobs around swing sets&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zombie walking, Plain foot drag: Plain Mediterrean, Back foot: Reverse Ohio&lt;br /&gt;Zombies walking at night&lt;br /&gt;Zombies getting to stairs&lt;br /&gt;Zombies on ice&lt;br /&gt;Zombies buying a taco&lt;br /&gt;Zombie train conductor&lt;br /&gt;Zombies losing their car keys&lt;br /&gt;Zombies getting their limp foot stuck in a lawn mower&lt;br /&gt;Zombies know how to cry&lt;br /&gt;Gambit&lt;br /&gt;Brisket&lt;br /&gt;Hungry Hungry Gambit (A board game that looks alot like Hungry Hungry Hippo but instead the Hippos are replaced by miniture action figures of Gambit from x-man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;The Rules of Hungry Hungry Gambit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;----1. The game only arrives on Christmas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;----2. The game unwraps itsleft&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;----3. The game moves by itself and scoots closer to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;----4. The instruction manuel are 36 pages of color pictures of Gambit&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;----5. On the outside of the box where it say the age requirement there is a half eaten tapped on cheeto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;----6. Each player gets 3 joysticks, 2 video game steering wheels, 5 buzzers, 6 USB ports&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;----7. The fat kid has a much longer plug so he can sit farther away from the other children&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;----8. The parents know nothing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;----9. The game eats other games and refuses to allow anyone else play anything else&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;----10. You don't win&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;----11. You don't lose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;----12. The game just shoots cheetos at you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;----13. When the game gets angry it shoots fire hot cheetos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;----14. Small fires break out on top of the game&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;----15. The game refuses to let you sleep&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;----16. The game is made by Morton&amp;Steel brothers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God Dammit Ford Truck Man&lt;br /&gt;Small fires&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The Rules of Small Fires&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;----1. They start randomly&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;----2. They are very small&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;----3. Sometimes they put themselves out&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;----4. They migrate&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;----5. They always start in the corners of your vision&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Small puddles of water&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mc-crazies&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mc-Holiday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Mc-maddness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;There is ALOT more and if you ever hung out with us you know that I DIDN'T just make any of this up and yes we ACTUALLY did find all this stuff funny and we where NEVER high or drunk when it happened.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please share this stuff with your friends or at least tell them about GRAVITY and how it's a sneaky little prick.  And if you ever get the chance to meet me or anyone one who know about this stuff we will explain it to you and you will then see the humor is something so simple as the word: brisket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-115825769421466834?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115825769421466834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=115825769421466834' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115825769421466834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115825769421466834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/09/medication-of-laughter.html' title='The Medication of Laughter'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-115820866670017938</id><published>2006-09-13T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T21:37:46.730-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Distance of Happiness</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;  I was driving home from class today after my 9pm intro to Phil and I couldn't believe the feeling I was having. I was going about 65mph down the main road leading down to the turn into my building. It was situated atop a hill and looking down at the blackness of the road and the distant yellow, red, and green lights all together at the far interestion sent the weirdest feeling to me. It was like everything that had pissed me off just moments ago and everything that was wrong was gone. It reminded me of the feeling when you just frist wake up, when you just open your eyes and for the split second your mind is just blank. All the worries all the feelings all the memories are gone, just complete and utter contentment. I don't know how this feeling started and I don't know why it seemed to last for so long. Happiness and peace in it's most primitive form flowed through me as I drove not realizing speed or distance down that road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to expand a little bit on this and get into what happiness is. Because at that point of driving along with the feelings of content and peace I also felt a overwhelming flow of happiness. Happiness is a word that I (and many others) associate with fun, but they are two very different words, one being human created and one being an abstract idea. Happiness is an abstract idea where fun is an invention of human nature. The idea to "have fun" is the description of physical or mental pleasure. Happiness is a more meaningful word that describes how one feels when peace and contentment mix into an idea of joy. I believe that all life should revolve around happiness and that humor in it's most primitive sense is live's most important principle. Humor creates happiness which in turn leads to fun. Societies lose their impact when humor is left to social norms such as "the movies" or "weekends". Humor is an underlining way to better understand people and societies interaction with each other. Laugh more and thee will be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to know if any of you have ever had a similar experience. I my Phil class we learned about mystical experiences and I have to be honest I really don't believe it and I'm in no way saying that what I just wrote is one, but I still don't rule out the fact that something did happen and I want to know if anyone else has ever had this type of feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-115820866670017938?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115820866670017938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=115820866670017938' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115820866670017938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115820866670017938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/09/distance-of-happiness.html' title='The Distance of Happiness'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-115811838196621996</id><published>2006-09-12T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-12T20:33:02.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get On The Path Before You Die</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;You know what drives me the most nuts, It's not that it's to cold outside or the fact that I can't get Chinese food after 10pm. It's when I'm driving down the road and I have to make a lane chance for a damn biker. Now when I say bikers I mean biker bikers as in peddling. So what makes this problem even worse is when your driving and you see a single biker in the middle of the road or on the side shoulder and you look over to the road and there is a OPEN BIKE PATH sitting right there ! ! ! ! WHAT THE HELL ! ! ! ! GET YOUR LAZY HOMO-ASS ON AND THAT DAMN BIKE PATH THAT'S WHY IT'S THERE AND THAT'S WHY WE SPEND TAXES AND HAVE TO DRIVE AROUND THE LITTLE CONE MAZE DURING CONSTRUCTION  ! ! ! !     Then sometimes you have the supper biker groups, These are the people that bike in groups of four or bigger and have the "speed" outfits on and lean real low and think they are hot shit because they are in the same lane with one of the most amazing technological advances of the 21st century, the AUTOMOBILE.&lt;br /&gt;   Now don't give me this crap about you "need" to be on the road because the path is always full of joggers and shit, Well I don't live in L.A. so the paths are open so get on them ! ! ! !  It's no rougher then the road and there isn't the chance of being KILLED by a vehicle moving 70mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-115811838196621996?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115811838196621996/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=115811838196621996' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115811838196621996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115811838196621996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/09/get-on-path-before-you-die.html' title='Get On The Path Before You Die'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-115803595366990974</id><published>2006-09-11T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T21:39:13.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God Dammit ! ! ! ! ! !</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.starlimos.de/images/unusual/bigfoot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.starlimos.de/images/unusual/bigfoot.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;The Ford F-I'm still a big man because my wife left me but I drive this overly large truck to make up for it-450 4x4 limited thick edition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hahahahaha We HATE people who drive a big truck but are single and their truck seats 35.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to thank Big Ta-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;zyx45labra/chicken(add cheese)-&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;ylor for this wonderful picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-115803595366990974?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115803595366990974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=115803595366990974' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115803595366990974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115803595366990974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/09/god-dammit.html' title='God Dammit ! ! ! ! ! !'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-115799718696455811</id><published>2006-09-11T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T10:53:06.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Combinations</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mini muffins&lt;br /&gt;Hawaiian Punch&lt;br /&gt;Cheetos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;are a great combination and I highly recommend it ! ! !  ! ! !&lt;br /&gt;just thought I'd put that out there, take it if you want it or send it right back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-115799718696455811?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115799718696455811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=115799718696455811' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115799718696455811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115799718696455811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/09/great-combinations.html' title='Great Combinations'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-115799708106706453</id><published>2006-09-11T10:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T10:51:21.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>gambit?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Not to sure what to post about today so I guess I'll just update you all on what's been happing. School started and I have to say it good, Second year is basicly what I expected. Intro to Phil is fun and history of the holocust is cool. Other then that I spend my time working since most people I know went back to college. I'm currently eating Cheetos and am finding it quite hard to type seeing how I keep getting orange stuff on my hands, but it's ok because if I really cared I'd just stop eating the cheetos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I'd like to bring up that has started some interesting is this idea that I read in my phil book about technology. Well see according to him there is this computer or quantum computer that is going to be hundreds of times faster then anything we have now. Now whats intersting is how computers work on the idea of either being O or 1 well the book says that quantum computers can be both O and 1 at the same time. It took me awhile to figure that out but just think about it, how can anything be the samething at the sametime all the time. I don't know if this can easly transalate to god but isn't that basicly the fundamental idea behind god? Being their and here at the same time all the time? I haven't done any research into this at all and I'm just going off what I have but it's just intersting to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anway I'm going to be writing my phil paper about he meaning of life so that should be very fun to do. I'm still writing my novel and I've now broken it into smaller very small chapters that makes it easier and more action packed to read. The frist small chapter or frist two chapters I will post when I am done to get some feedback and so forth. HAHAHA see you at school people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-115799708106706453?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115799708106706453/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=115799708106706453' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115799708106706453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115799708106706453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/09/gambit.html' title='gambit?'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-115657569274480487</id><published>2006-08-25T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-26T00:01:32.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Skool, Spelled Again And Again</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;Started the first day of my second very long and quite over extended year of college. Life at a community college isn't as bad as you might think. The whole idea of "driving away" from the school is very tasty feeling. I don't know what to think about this year but from the way that things look I believe that it will be better then then the first year. The classes are good seeing how I'm taking three philosophy and one history and one sociology class so it should be an easy year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-115657569274480487?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115657569274480487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=115657569274480487' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115657569274480487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115657569274480487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/08/skool-spelled-again-and-again.html' title='Skool, Spelled Again And Again'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-115657521637642298</id><published>2006-08-25T22:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T23:53:36.423-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Launching All Gambits</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;T               Minus ten minutes and counting&lt;br /&gt;Ten&lt;br /&gt;Nine&lt;br /&gt;Eight&lt;br /&gt;Seven&lt;br /&gt;Six&lt;br /&gt;Five&lt;br /&gt;Four&lt;br /&gt;Three&lt;br /&gt;Two&lt;br /&gt;One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lauch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to wake up like that dream I had last night&lt;br /&gt;Like the night where everything was hazy&lt;br /&gt;tonight here I am&lt;br /&gt;and here we go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-115657521637642298?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115657521637642298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=115657521637642298' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115657521637642298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115657521637642298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/08/launching-all-gambits.html' title='Launching All Gambits'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-115355369293609670</id><published>2006-07-22T00:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T00:36:36.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Question</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I want to ask you the big question. The biggest question that could ever be asked in all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 255, 255);"&gt;What is the meaning of life? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've asked many people and would like to write a book with the various answers but throughout the various answers I could not find one that made any sense.&lt;br /&gt;I am in no way a religious person and when ever I ask this question to religious people I get an answer along the lines of "to fallow in god word".  When I ask very moral people I  get "we are put here to help each other" When I ask your emo I get "We are here to die" When I ask your every day shmo I get "We are here to enjoy life" I don't much understand these answers and I find the fact that people can so easily come to an answer deeply disturbing.&lt;br /&gt;I believe that because we as humans have the ablitly to question are own existence is the very reason we exist. The ablitly to ask WHY is why we are here. To discover the reason behind what we do and why we are here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-115355369293609670?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115355369293609670/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=115355369293609670' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115355369293609670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115355369293609670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/07/big-question.html' title='The Big Question'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-115260332629501861</id><published>2006-07-10T23:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-11T00:35:26.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Song x Seven Million</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Do you ever find just that one song or group of a few songs that you just listen to over and over again. It just has that sound that you just want to hear looped over and over again in your head. Well I've got that going on now with Angels and Airwaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-115260332629501861?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115260332629501861/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=115260332629501861' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115260332629501861'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115260332629501861'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/07/same-song-x-seven-million.html' title='Same Song x Seven Million'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-115250751345968374</id><published>2006-07-09T21:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T21:58:33.466-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Still Can't Believe it</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;I can't believe I just don't want to bring myselfe to believe any of it.&lt;br /&gt;-Why is my best friend in a mental institution and I won't get to see him at all for the rest of the summer?&lt;br /&gt;-why do I get accused of not doing my job at work when six other employies testify that I do?&lt;br /&gt;-Why did my ex-girlfriend call me and asked me "why can't we be friends again?"&lt;br /&gt;-Why did I hang up on her, again?&lt;br /&gt;=Why can't I be happy with the way things are, or where they are going?&lt;br /&gt;-Why is it so hard to make ends meet?&lt;br /&gt;-Why is everyone leaving?&lt;br /&gt;-Why does it seem like everything is falling apart?&lt;br /&gt;-Why can't I stop typeing these depressing blogs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't tell me that its all ok or everything is going to be better again, because by that time it will all be to late and everything and everyone will have changed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-115250751345968374?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115250751345968374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=115250751345968374' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115250751345968374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115250751345968374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/07/i-still-cant-believe-it.html' title='I Still Can&apos;t Believe it'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-115247149034220276</id><published>2006-07-09T11:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T11:58:10.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Global Warming: What Will Happen</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The sun is going to crash into the earth and we all are going to get eaten by polar bears. The fish will run wild out of the sea and take control of the democratic party and run a presidential candidate under the platform of isolationism. The fish will lose and the rivers will run dry as man fights against himself and the un-holy super mammals as they are forced out of the worlds oceans. Russia and America will team up in an elaborate scheme to control the worlds dwindling salt water supply by trying to soak up the remaining water with old WWII dummy tanks. Peace in the middle east will flourish as 95% of Hamas is washed away by a killer wave and the entire country of Iran is destroyed under a wall of immigration. People will begin to build higher and higher to escape the rising tide and soon walking from earth to the moon to grab a taco will be possible. Then an asteroid will hit the giant earth-to-moon bridge and kill us all because the giant bridge stabs straight through into the center of the earth and the earth explodes because that's what the movies: The Core told us would happen. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-115247149034220276?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115247149034220276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=115247149034220276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115247149034220276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115247149034220276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/07/global-warming-what-will-happen.html' title='Global Warming: What Will Happen'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-115233856267065137</id><published>2006-07-07T22:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-07T23:05:50.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Promotional Poem "Talking To Yourself"</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hold on one second, I'm listening to a really good song right now&lt;br /&gt;ok it's over (Angles And Airways: "The Adventure"  has a few people from blink 182 in the band, that makes it badass, because I said so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well, I got a hair cut to day&lt;br /&gt;I lied&lt;br /&gt;it was yesterday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok lets just say it was yesterday for the purpose of this blog&lt;br /&gt;so I got a haircut yesterday and it was good&lt;br /&gt;you know your lazy that the only reason your getting a haircut is so you can drive better without your hair getting in the way of your face, anyway I got it cut short but not buzz cut short and I kinda light it. It looks a lot lighter and that's really quite strange seeing how I already have really blonde hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);font-size:100%;" &gt;"Talking To Yourself"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;enough about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;how are you doing?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;good I hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;what! ! !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;your not!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;why?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah her again&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well don't let it get to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you this&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;she's not worth your time&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes I know that, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;yes I know that, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;yes I know that, but&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ok ok fine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but she's still not worth it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;well can we atleast agree on this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;she screwed you over twice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ok good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;time to move on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;will you atleast try?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ok good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ok good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ok good&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;move on&lt;br /&gt; and then&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;DO IT !&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in this case I just think it would hurt you more if you kept thinking&lt;br /&gt;about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;ok good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 255, 51);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok good&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not all poems need to rhyme, because rhyming is hard hahahahahaha it is, and plus it's 1:00am and you try to rhyme this late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-115233856267065137?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115233856267065137/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=115233856267065137' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115233856267065137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115233856267065137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/07/promotional-poem-talking-to-yourself.html' title='Promotional Poem &quot;Talking To Yourself&quot;'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-115165046759912876</id><published>2006-06-29T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T23:57:10.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes we all need a #3 from McDonalds</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I don't understand why I always seem to have the urge to type at the late hours of the night. When I really look at the clock closely I can see that it's really not that late at all. Back in my younger days I could stay up all night and not blink an eye over it. Speaking of Blink, staying up late typing always seems to go hand in hand with Blink 182, I don't know what it is about their music but they always seem to find their way on to my playlists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Depression is one of those things that always seem to be a mystery to me. I never used to be able to understand why people can just feel sad. Though that's coming from someone before bad things actually happened. Well I'm really going no where with this post so I'm just going to end it before it just goes on and on, I do have to give you credit though if you did actually read it this far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More people need to really let themselves go and buy fast food. I know you want too. I really do know you want too. If you didn't want to then the fast food chains would all go out of business. But they didn't and I'd have to say that its not the McDonalds ever cleaver marketing that keeps them in business. For good christ would you just buy the food that you want already. Why bother with a salad? Screw that people McDonalds got rich doing one thing and one thing only don't trust a salad from a chain restaurant that got rich selling cheese burgers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me to buy you a #3 from McDonalds&lt;br /&gt;And buy one for Brooks, he needs one right now more then anyone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-115165046759912876?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115165046759912876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=115165046759912876' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115165046759912876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115165046759912876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/06/sometimes-we-all-need-3-from-mcdonalds.html' title='Sometimes we all need a #3 from McDonalds'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-115164182089649846</id><published>2006-06-29T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T21:30:20.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>300 pies and 3 pieces of chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;I got of work about two hours ago and let me explain something to you. I don not have time to take my 15min break because there is always so much to do. I work in the bakery department at Rainbow foods which is a very large chain grocery store. I do a job called "tray-up" which basicly involves me preparing every single food item for the next day. Not baking or packaging but basicly removing it from a freezer onto a tray. It's mind numbling boring and they pay me like shit. But anyway I had to do a large number of pies recently and you might say that "oh that can't be that bad" oh but it really is. The pies come in boxes of six and each pies is in it's own sealed box. Yeah so anyway work is what you'd expect when there was enough work for the entire deparment still to not get done and yet there was only me and one other person working.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok on to the chicken, you'd think that there'd be some kind of really kickass build up story for this but really I just went to KFC and bought some three peices of chicken. Yes only three peices. I don't know why because usually I have a thing for odd numbers like the volume on the tv and so on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-115164182089649846?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115164182089649846/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=115164182089649846' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115164182089649846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115164182089649846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/06/300-pies-and-3-pieces-of-chicken.html' title='300 pies and 3 pieces of chicken'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-115160635582344267</id><published>2006-06-29T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T11:39:15.833-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So your best friend has schizophrenia</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;About a week ago I was online talking to my best friend of many years. Later that week I go online to find out when he is coming back up to Eagan to hang out. His mom Im's me and tells me that she's got something to tell me about him. The excruciating pain of waiting for her to type after hearing something has happened is it's own unique pain. Immediately the worst comes to mind, he got into a car accident, the cops picked him up. But as it turns out he is in the mental ward at the hospital. He had a mental break down. . . . .. . . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;. . . . . .&lt;br /&gt;. . . . .&lt;br /&gt;. . . .&lt;br /&gt;What do you say to that?&lt;br /&gt;Imagine if you will waking up, excited to start the day and knowing that tomorrow your going to be playing paintball with the coolest people you've ever know all your life. You go online turn click the firefox icon and sign on to AIM. Your same routine every day and you find out that the kid you just hung out with last week and passed out with on the your other friends yard with is in a mental ward of some hospital. When you live a life where your friends mean more then your family something like this really hits you hard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it took me some time to fully realize what has happened. Talking to his brother last night I found out that it has gotten worse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                        Dan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-115160635582344267?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115160635582344267/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=115160635582344267' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115160635582344267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115160635582344267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/06/so-your-best-friend-has-schizophrenia.html' title='So your best friend has schizophrenia'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-30223017.post-115120923270950601</id><published>2006-06-24T21:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-29T12:11:29.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 Liters Later</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0); font-weight: bold; font-family: courier new;font-family:arial;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I want to make if very clear first of all that drinking 4 liters of 58 cent Lemonade from Wal-Mart doesn't always equal having to go to the bathroom every five minutes. Secondly none of this has anything to do with what I plan to talk about but I just want you all to know what I'm drinking as we continue this whole "posting experience"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;very well, I don't mean to be "weird" or "strange" but that just how these types of things tend to come out. Simply put if you every get a chance to meet me then you'll understand. I don't agree when people say that TV has lost it's way. People just don't care anymore and when a good programming does come up they never give it a chance. Now I don't at all feel that being a history fanatic gives me any such bias when I claim that everyone should spend some quality time with the history channel. I was watching this program about UFO and maybe its just me but they always seem to run those types of programs only during the mid-afternoon hours. Why is that? Do people only care about UFO during the afternoon, and god forbid it hit's 5pm and they're talking about Roswell. The mainstream public isn't ready for what is really out there. Thinking of it like this, your alseep and a nice good long sleep and its 10am and you just waking up. You climb out of bed turn on the light and if you like me the TV also. Flashing all over CNN and fox news is news of a UFO landing and knowing the news it will likely already have embedded reporters getting the insided story of what brand coca the UFO's are drinking.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Ok I'm losing myself here so I think I'll call this a wrap for my first post. I need to go get started on a 2 liter of Code Red that has long been over chilled in back of my frig.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/30223017-115120923270950601?l=punishermonkey.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/feeds/115120923270950601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=30223017&amp;postID=115120923270950601' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115120923270950601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/30223017/posts/default/115120923270950601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://punishermonkey.blogspot.com/2006/06/4-liters-later.html' title='4 Liters Later'/><author><name>Dan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16527058951721880995</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
