<?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-5795898</id><updated>2011-11-26T11:22:36.554-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wyvern, Passion for Gaming</title><subtitle type='html'>has returned like a jedi!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>273</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-8222560085802893830</id><published>2009-07-02T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-02T02:27:34.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picture Perfect</title><content type='html'>Mood - ammused, tired, and anxious... I'm a ball of emotions&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Public Enemy - Louder Than A Bomb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I Stumbled onto something today about how James Mayer did this face recognition thing at myheritage.com and found out that the specific picture he had it use its face recognition software on got back the result that he looked 72% like Jessica Lange (whoever that is) and only 68% like himself.  That was funny and I decided to try the software on a couple of quick photos I took of myself with my laptop's webcam.  See what you think of my results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" alt="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://storage.myheritagefiles.com/Q/storage/site1/files/30/10/72/301072_941609dac6c4a4m1znbn04.JPG" width="500" height="574" border="0" &gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table height="1" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" border="0"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.myheritagefiles.com/acollage/Q/8_3/tzp703_95383011b7c4a41rtn1003" width="203" height="232" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td height="1" align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.myheritage.com/collage" target="_blank" title="MyHeritage - free family trees, genealogy and face recognition"&gt;&lt;u&gt;http://www.myheritage.com/collage&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I am...&lt;br /&gt;...a rock - hard trooper to the bone, the bone, the bone.&lt;br /&gt;Full grown; consider me... stone!&lt;br /&gt;Once again and I say it for you to know:&lt;br /&gt;the troop is always ready; I yell, "Geronimo!"&lt;br /&gt;You C.I.A. you see I aint kiddin'!&lt;br /&gt;Both King and X they got ridda' both!&lt;br /&gt;A story untold; truth but unknown!&lt;br /&gt;Professor Griff knows...&lt;br /&gt;"Yo! I ain't no toast!"&lt;br /&gt;And! And not the braggin' or boastin' and plus&lt;br /&gt;it ain't no secret why they're tappin' my phone...&lt;br /&gt;Although I can't keep it a secret so I decided to kick it, yo!&lt;br /&gt;And yes it weighs a ton I say it once again!&lt;br /&gt;I'm called the enemy... I'll never be a friend!&lt;br /&gt;Of those with closed minds don't know I'm rapid;&lt;br /&gt;the way that I rap it is makin' em tap it, yeah!&lt;br /&gt;Never servin' 'em well cause I'm an un-Tom!&lt;br /&gt;It's no secret at all...&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm louder than a bomb!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-8222560085802893830?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/8222560085802893830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/8222560085802893830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2009_07_01_archive.html#8222560085802893830' title='Picture Perfect'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-3660504276599123939</id><published>2009-04-30T02:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:36:27.762-07:00</updated><title type='text'>This Ugly Yet Beautiful World</title><content type='html'>Mood - half and half&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Linkin Park - Cure For The Itch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;EDIT (May 1st) - You may notice I have some new things in my sidebars.  I'm accepting commissions on deviantArt and the only place I could think to set up quick and easy payment buttons was to do it over here at my blog.  So that's what those are for.  Please ignore them unless you're actually caring to help me out financially and are going to commission/donate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not very many lyrics considering it's a DJ scratch song.  Also, the title of today's post is the title of one of my favorite animes.  Anywho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been a bit since I posted.  I hope I haven't lost my three people audience just yet.  Lol... you know, a friend recently commented on how they thought that it's interesting how "lol" has become apart of our language.  Go figure, the internet and computers would have an impact on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I called myself half and half because yesterday was a mixture between crap and good.  Let's go with the proverbial way of things and get the "bad news" first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first thing is that I have a parking violation ticket that I indeed have to pay due to the fact that I payed my registration late.  Sucks to be me... at this point, I'm going to scrounge up $20 and extend the payment period by three months.  Hopefully within that time frame I can come up with $88 more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm worried about my financial future once again and probably shouldn't be complaining or worrying about it.  Instead, I need to get off my ass and turn in applications and this time really hit the grind.  Hell, I even thought of going back to Carl's Jr. and asking if I can start from ground zero.  I just wouldn't want to go back to front line again... I can't stand guest service in a fast food place.  Too many people come in with the attitude that they're hunger determines that they should act like an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the good things...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, you might notice a change in my blogger format.  I FINALLY FIGURED OUT HOW TO MAKE IT WORK FOR WIDE - SCREEN MONITORS! And it doesn't look horrible either.  All I had to do is break up the things in the sidebar to two different parts and now it looks wonderful.  Plus, I inadvertently solved a minor worry I had had from the beginning.  I had always known that someday, because the archives section of the sidebar is going to continually get longer and longer due to the addition of months, eventually it was going to end up extending past the bottom of the posting area.  Now that the sidebar is broken up, I've gained a lot more space for the archives.  I do declare awesome sauce on this fact.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I got my first title in World of Warcraft.  Hurray for me! I just wished the game (which you just lost by the way) hadn't teased me when I first logged in.  Long story short, one of the achievements required me to find a female of each of the ten playable races in the WoW world.  And the last one of the Alliance side that I needed was a gnome.  Well, when I logged in the neutral city I had logged out of now had three gnomes in the area I was standing in... EXCEPT ALL OF THEM WERE MALE! I hate you in the face, WoW.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Folks! We have a very special guest for you tonight! I'd like to introduce...&lt;br /&gt;MR. HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHN!!!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-3660504276599123939?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/3660504276599123939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/3660504276599123939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#3660504276599123939' title='This Ugly Yet Beautiful World'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-3089088766093010659</id><published>2009-04-06T00:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-06T01:07:11.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starcraft Lives!</title><content type='html'>Mood - happy but tired (seems to be a standard for me to be tired)&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Saliva - Ladies &amp; Gentlemen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this weekend entailed some very interesting computer learnings.  Yes, I know it's not a word.  Let's move on, shall we? :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So first off, I had been wanting to have my brother check out Starcraft for quite some time.  The original time I went to have him try it, I realized that in order to play online I was going to need a second CD key.  So I went out to buy him a copy as well.  Turned out I had found a jewel in the battlechest I bought; one, the game doesn't require the CD to run.  A very odd but awesome fact.  Secondly, when I realized these discs were designed for Windows XP and Vista, I quickly decided to try and makes copies of them for my brother and just use the old CD key for him.  In a roundabout way I got this to work.  When I registered a Battle.net account for the old CD key, BLIZZARD GAVE ME A NEW CD KEY! It was awesome and I didn't have to go with a key generator (which probably wouldn't have worked anyhow).  Either way, I got my brother a legal copy and into playing Starcraft for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wasn't all fine and dandy though, I had a couple of issues with the game.  First I had to download a patch for Battle.net in order for us to even access the online play.  Nothing too hard, just a minor detour.  Before this, however, I ran into an interesting little hickup.  It seemed when I went to go play the game, Starcraft was running in a 640 by 480 window with a HUGE black frame around it instead of changing the screen resolution to 640 by 480 for the game.  At first I tried changing the options on the .exe file for the game but that didn't help... it still played in that black frame.  So I called up Glen but he wasn't available.  I left a message and like a good, little computer nerd I continued looking for answers... AND FOUND IT.  Turned out I had to go manually change the screen resolution because it wasn't an available resolution when immediately trying to access the display control panel.  Kind of an annoying to have to do but at least the game can be played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also went over there to use my brother's Lightscribe capable DVD drive.  I had made a few more cruising CDs and wanted to print my Lightscribe labels.  On Saturday when I first tried it out on the CD that I had ALREADY WRITTEN THE MUSIC TO, the stupid drive wouldn't take the disc.  It kept saying that it wasn't able to read the Lightscribe information on the CD to prove it was a Lightscribe capable disc.  I kept on wiping the thing down but to no avail.  So on Sunday, I went back and tried the exact same disc again.  And wouldn't you know it, the stupid thing worked.  His DVD drive is acting crazy, I swear.  Not only does it change it's mind about discs, but for some strange reason the computer will randomly forget that there's even a DVD drive available for use in the computer.  I don't get it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week is Easter vacation.  I'm hoping to use the time for a little break from WoW.  I want to play a few other games for a bit and also work on some school work.  I really need to get to learning my guitar pieces for Intermediate Guitar.  At least I finally have a strap for the guitar so I can play standing up and not worry about holding the guitar up with my right arm.  It allows that arm to be free in its strumming movement.  I'm pretty much rambling at this point so I'll say goodbye and hope you enjoy this week's quote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Ladies and gentlemen, good evening!&lt;br /&gt;You've seen that seeing is believing!&lt;br /&gt;Your ears and your eyes will be bleeding!&lt;br /&gt;Please check to see if your still breathing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hold tight, 'cause the show is not over!&lt;br /&gt;If you will, please! Move in closer!&lt;br /&gt;You're about to be bowled over&lt;br /&gt;by the wonders your about to behold here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the show! Please come inside!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom! Do you want it?&lt;br /&gt;Boom! Do you need it?&lt;br /&gt;Boom! Let me hear it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LADIES AND GENTLEMEN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boom! Do you want it?&lt;br /&gt;Boom! Do you need it?&lt;br /&gt;Boom! Let me hear it!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-3089088766093010659?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/3089088766093010659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/3089088766093010659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#3089088766093010659' title='Starcraft Lives!'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-3604408495741848860</id><published>2009-04-02T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T05:08:59.364-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1,000 Hits!!!</title><content type='html'>Mood - happy, tired, stuff... something inteligible&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Pendulum - Propane Nightmares&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, go check out the music video to the song from this post... seriously, it's pretty interesting in my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, this post is to announce that I just got my first video on YouTube that's hit 1,000 views! Hurray for me! In celebration, I bring to you embedded videos of some of my own favorites of my stuff, including the one that 1,000...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...which would be this one!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/OBlRPFOoJkQ&amp;ap=%2526fmt%3D18"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/OBlRPFOoJkQ&amp;ap=%2526fmt%3D18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/vElm5NmFN6U&amp;ap=%2526fmt%3D18"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/vElm5NmFN6U&amp;ap=%2526fmt%3D18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My latest of video concoctions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/P1CU9I2poUY&amp;ap=%2526fmt%3D18"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/P1CU9I2poUY&amp;ap=%2526fmt%3D18" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Much to weak to jump yourself;&lt;br /&gt;heal the wounds or crack the shell?&lt;br /&gt;Lift yourself from once below!&lt;br /&gt;Much to weak to jump yourself;&lt;br /&gt;Heal the wounds or crack the shell?&lt;br /&gt;Lift yourself from once below!&lt;br /&gt;Praise the anger...&lt;br /&gt;bring it on home!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-3604408495741848860?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/3604408495741848860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/3604408495741848860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2009_04_01_archive.html#3604408495741848860' title='1,000 Hits!!!'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-4624460365603369099</id><published>2009-03-30T02:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T02:25:09.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Suddenly It's All Gone</title><content type='html'>Mood - tired&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Franz Ferdinand - No You Girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I apparently shouldn't be thinking doing these posts when I'm half asleep.  I just fail on trying to write a good title when that happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, today's blurb is relatively quick.  I'm sure most of you know what "The Game" is.  Oh, and ha ha... I just made you lose it (it's ok, I lost too).  But in any case, I did actually lose the game like right before I posted.  The reason I lost the game you say? Here goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I woke up yesterday to realizing I had post - nasal drip.  It sucks hard core when that happens and for me, it gives me some sore throat something fierce.  The entire day I spent pretty much blowing my nose and hacking up phlegm (I know, disturbing).  The point is, I took some NyQuil a couple of hours before posting this to help deal with the nasal fluids 'o' doom.  I then, while rummaging around the internet, thought about how because I took some NyQuil and started watching Conan O'Brien to help me get to sleep one night that NyQuil will forever remind me about Conan O'Brien.  So here I was, thinking about NyQuil and then about Conan O'Brien.  Well, unfortunately for me (and several others I know) when you start thinking about thoughts leading to another, for some reason we think about "The Game" inevitably.  So in short, we go from one thought to the next until we lose the game.  It sucks.  Well, I need to turn this quest in on WoW and go to bed with my runny nose of suck.  Later all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, you girls never know...&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! you girls will never know...&lt;br /&gt;No, you girls never know...&lt;br /&gt;...wow you make a boy feel!&lt;br /&gt;You girls never know...&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! you girls'll never know...&lt;br /&gt;No, you girls never know...&lt;br /&gt;How you make a boy feel!&lt;br /&gt;How you make a boy feel!&lt;br /&gt;How you make a boy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I say stupid things&lt;br /&gt;that I think weell, I mean I...&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think the stupidest things.&lt;br /&gt;Because I never wonder...&lt;br /&gt;oh, how the girl feels.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how the girl feels.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, you boys never care...&lt;br /&gt;Oh no! You boys will never care...&lt;br /&gt;No, you boys never care...&lt;br /&gt;...how the girl feels!&lt;br /&gt;You boys never care...&lt;br /&gt;You dirty boys will never care...&lt;br /&gt;No, you boys never care...&lt;br /&gt;...how the girl feels!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how the girl feels!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, how the girl feels!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-4624460365603369099?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/4624460365603369099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/4624460365603369099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#4624460365603369099' title='And Suddenly It&apos;s All Gone'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-8730296210722327287</id><published>2009-03-23T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T16:56:28.875-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Judy Came From Ohio; She's A Scientologist!"</title><content type='html'>Mood - a little of everything right now&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - The Nails - 88 Lines About 44 Women&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kind of in one of those moods where I kind of feel content but kind of feel like something could be better and yet all at the same time I feel like something's missing.  It's a weird mix of emotions and I honestly think I need to get some sleep.  Maybe I'll take a nap?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, the biggest thing I have to talk about right now is that I'm planning to take a trip to Texas to visit my friend, Peter, in the summer.  I'm hoping that I get to go because first off, I haven't seen Peter in about a year or more now.  Also, it's always been Peter coming up here to Sacramento (and I will be anal about the fact that when you travel North, it's COMING UP TO not COME DOWN) so I figured I should switch it up.  Besides, I've actually heard from my parents that it's actually really nice out in Texas during the summer.  You'd think it'd be hot as hell (in Philadelphia) in Texas during the summer but apparently it's good.  Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, I really want to get out there.  It'll give me a chance to see a different state and all that kind of jazz.  Although funny enough, if I do go to Texas I'll actually end up spending little time in comparison to how long I'd be there with Peter.  The man's got a job and it's with Sony working on the DC Comics MMORPG at that so I understand that during the weekdays he'll be busy at work.  But hey, it's getting to go out to see him that matters to me.  Besides, I was going to try and stay there a little bit longer than like five days or something just so we do have time to hang.  And when he's at work, I'll probably end up bringing books to read or play WoW (huh, funny I go to Texas and might end up still playing WoW with guildmates back in Sacramento... lol).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Zilla was an archetype;&lt;br /&gt;the voodoo queen, the queen of wrath.&lt;br /&gt;Joan thought men were second best&lt;br /&gt;to masturbating in a bath.&lt;br /&gt;Sherry was a feminist;&lt;br /&gt;she really had that gift of gab.&lt;br /&gt;Kathleen's point of view was this:&lt;br /&gt;take whatever you can grab.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seattle was another girl&lt;br /&gt;who left her mark upon the map.&lt;br /&gt;Karen liked to tie me up&lt;br /&gt;and left me hanging by a strap.&lt;br /&gt;Jeannie had a nightclub walk&lt;br /&gt;that made grown men feel underage.&lt;br /&gt;Mariella, who had a son,&lt;br /&gt;said "I must go!" but finally stayed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gloria, the last taboo,&lt;br /&gt;was shattered by her tongue one night.&lt;br /&gt;Mimi brought the taboo back&lt;br /&gt;and held it up before the light.&lt;br /&gt;Marilyn, who knew no shame,&lt;br /&gt;was never, ever satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;Julie came and went so fast,&lt;br /&gt;she didn't even say goodbye."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-8730296210722327287?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/8730296210722327287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/8730296210722327287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#8730296210722327287' title='&quot;Judy Came From Ohio; She&apos;s A Scientologist!&quot;'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-207049601793711491</id><published>2009-03-20T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T01:14:38.719-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Title Missing Due To Author's Brain Not Cooperating</title><content type='html'>Mood - nostalgic&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Smash Mouth - Why Can't We Be Friends?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah yes, the magic of being able to prove your parents wrong... it lives within all people... including our parents! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, hopefully none of us are this bad:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://cdn.cad-comic.com/comics/2655576021c11541nn2m664896220.jpg" alt="Property of Tim Buckley, used for the sole idea that it would entertain readers, not to steal his work." /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sometimes I don't... speak... right;&lt;br /&gt;but did I know what I was talking about?&lt;br /&gt;I know you're working for the C.I.A.&lt;br /&gt;They wouldn't have you in the mafia!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we be friends?!&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we be friends?!&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we be friends?!&lt;br /&gt;Why can't we be friends?!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-207049601793711491?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/207049601793711491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/207049601793711491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#207049601793711491' title='Title Missing Due To Author&apos;s Brain Not Cooperating'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-7488633017354704860</id><published>2009-03-17T08:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T01:16:58.228-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi, I'm Daisy!</title><content type='html'>Mood - amused (and itchy... even though that's not an emotion)&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - The Bee Gees - Stayin' Alive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I give you the sequel (what I consider as anyway) to the Daisy/Batman comic I posted years ago (and that still can be found here on the front page):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.shortpacked.com/comics/2009-03-17-shyguys.png" alt="Property of David Willis, used for the sole idea that it would entertain readers, not to steal his work." /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT (15 hours, 24 minutes later): I just realized something... which is more creepy about this comic? The fact that the Shy Guys want to bisect Daisy's skull and use it as shoes or the fact that Luigi wants to have all of a girl's belongings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, you can tell by the way I use my walk&lt;br /&gt;I'm a woman's man; no time to talk.&lt;br /&gt;The music loud and women warm;&lt;br /&gt;I've been kicked around since I was born.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now its all right... it's ok...&lt;br /&gt;You may look the other way.&lt;br /&gt;We can try to understand&lt;br /&gt;the New York times effect on man."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-7488633017354704860?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/7488633017354704860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/7488633017354704860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#7488633017354704860' title='Hi, I&apos;m Daisy!'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-1280767222216947109</id><published>2009-03-09T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-09T00:28:27.341-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Computer Troubles</title><content type='html'>Mood - tired, perturbed, but hoping for better&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Gorillaz - New Genius (Brother)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what do I actually by computer troubles considering I don't have one of my own.  It means that trying to find one that's 4:3 aspect ratio (the ratio I'm comfortable with), with adequate specs (including a respectable video card), and with Windows XP ('cause Vista can suck it in my opinion) has been absolutely ridiculous.  No one seems to realize that two of three of these wants are completely valid and should be brought together always.  It seems not a single freaking store I can go to &lt;b&gt;physically&lt;/b&gt; has non - widescreen laptops.  Is it just me or is this stupid? Look, while pretty for video games, HTML hasn't caught up just yet with widescreen format.  Some websites have it centered with lots of blank space on either side and other sites (such as my blog) will take two sections (the sidebar and the blog posts) that should set next to each other and take them apart, which ends up making for a nice, disgusting green space filling in between the two parts.  Grr factor...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, it would be nice to have some decent specs.  But adding in that I hate Windows XP with a passion (which of course will have to change sooner or later but I'll hold out for now) makes for a pain.  I have to look online and even then, it's hard.  By the way, the two preferences that I considered valid (in case you were wondering) were the specs and the aspect ratio.  In the whole process though, I've learned quite a bit about aspect ratios and can rattle off quite a few with their pixel size and official name (such as XGA being 1024 by 768, NTSC being 720 by 480, and WXGA being 1280 by 800).  In any case, it's been quite a pain to get anything I want to buy right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It goes the same for trying to find a new car for about $1,000 or less.  While that is asking for a lot, I have found a few deals here and there.  It just seems that either the sellers are trying to sell cars with shady pasts (ask me later), the cars already sold before I can get there, or they're going to be available Tuesday.  I hope I can get a good deal on that Camry on Tuesday though... it would be mighty helpful.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if that weren't enough, there's yet one more item I can't seem to find anywhere in Sacramento... A FLIPPING HACKY SACK!!! I've checked everywhere from retail stores (Target and the like), sports stores, skate shops, Walgreens and the like, etc.  I really want to know where the people who play at Sac City got there hacky sacks 'cause I can't find anything for the life of me.  And I know they've got to have them somewhere because these people at Sac City I just mentioned have brought some very new hacky sacks to school to play with.  I is very confused.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, it's been very annoying that I can't find anything anywhere practically.  Oh well, that's life right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yeah! Dream on my world; I live on my world.&lt;br /&gt;Going off my head down to somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;I'm going on a dance hall tune.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a pressure today, I blew a bad man away today.&lt;br /&gt;Higher ground had to be told;&lt;br /&gt;I blew a man away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brother... sister too:&lt;br /&gt;do what you must do.&lt;br /&gt;Don't trust people you meet.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, they might promise you that the river ain't deep"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-1280767222216947109?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/1280767222216947109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/1280767222216947109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#1280767222216947109' title='Computer Troubles'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-221697298861433471</id><published>2009-03-02T19:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-02T20:06:00.309-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Top 10</title><content type='html'>Mood - relatively happy, with a pinch of not sure where I stand&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Barenaked Ladies - Pinch Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been an odd sort of day, I have to say.  Mainly though, I am rather happy with today's proceedings.  I do have a question though; why does it seem to be that Dr. Pepper and my car don't like each other? I swear, every time I have a Dr. Pepper when I'm driving, it loves to just explode all over me.  I hate it in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, let's get onto the whole reason I even titled this post and posted today in the first place.  Over the weekend, I really got into listening to the Mortal Kombat movie soundtrack.  As such, I decided to come up with my top 10 movie soundtracks.  I really don't have much to say about all of them and in reality, I just actually kind of like them all on the same level.  So the fact that it's a top 10 has little to do with my preferences on them all.  And at that, I don't like every song on these CDs.  Anyway, without further ado... my list:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 - Mortal Kombat (for duh, 'tis the reason this list got made, :P )&lt;br /&gt;2 - Ocean's Twelve&lt;br /&gt;3 - The Matrix Reloaded&lt;br /&gt;4 - The Matrix&lt;br /&gt;5 - Space Jam (the first CD I ever owned!)&lt;br /&gt;6 - &lt;br /&gt;7 - &lt;br /&gt;8 - &lt;br /&gt;9 - &lt;br /&gt;10 - &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and then I realized something, this wasn't the greatest of ideas.  Not only have I barely ever owned a movie soundtrack, but I can't even think of OSTs I haven't owned but heard and liked a lot.  So it turns out this list is not only short but can't be trusted since I haven't been exposed to a lot.  Oh well, at least I tried right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"On an evening such as this... it's hard to tell if I exist.&lt;br /&gt;Pack the car and leave this town; who'll notice that I'm not around?&lt;br /&gt;I could hide out under there.  I just made you say underwear!&lt;br /&gt;I could leave but I'll just stay; all my stuff's here anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like a dream you try to remember but it's gone.  Then 'ya...&lt;br /&gt;try to scream, but it only comes out as a yawn.  When 'ya...&lt;br /&gt;try to see the world beyond your front door."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-221697298861433471?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/221697298861433471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/221697298861433471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2009_03_01_archive.html#221697298861433471' title='The Top 10'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-3402688110832612107</id><published>2009-02-23T12:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-23T12:44:05.259-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Nun In The Blimp</title><content type='html'>Mood - happy&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Audio Adrenaline - Chevette&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I had a very interesting weekend... it was full (and I do mean FULL) of board games.  It was the Pascoal family's board game weekend and I was there all three days this year.  It was awesome.  There were a lot of funny things said and the title of my blog today is just a part of one... geez, it was incredibly morbid and long.  I do feel bad though that I let myself get so little sleep that I couldn't get up for church on Sunday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I did finally get an estimator out to check out my car on Friday so now I have money to try to get it fixed.  However, I may be trying a different avenue; though I could get my car fixed and have the radiator and all the stuff that was crunched in replaced.  However, the car has a couple more problems than just the ones from the accident.  So, I may just be searching for a used car for under $2,000.  I took a look online for a bit before posting this blog searching for such a car and I have a few options... hopefully I can either make a deal for one these I've written down or maybe you my readers (which is probably nobody because for some reason I have this sneaking suspiscion no one though anything of my e - mail I sent out to tell people I was starting my blog again) can direct me towards some deals you know of for such a car.  Either way, I'm hoping to possibly have a car in good condition soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Twenty years ago I watched in awe as my dad drove up the driveway.&lt;br /&gt;More than proud to have a brand new family car.&lt;br /&gt;Thirty miles to the gallon; 0 to 60 sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember putting down the back seat and lying in the hatchback.&lt;br /&gt;Looking at the sky, I'm watching trees go by.&lt;br /&gt;I was the son of a preacher and he was a rich poor man."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-3402688110832612107?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/3402688110832612107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/3402688110832612107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#3402688110832612107' title='The Nun In The Blimp'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-5319716735101787911</id><published>2009-02-17T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T13:48:39.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Year 2000!</title><content type='html'>Mood - Devious (BWAH - HA - HA!)&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Bloodhound Gang - Foxtrot Uniform Charlie Kilo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Joshua Chouiniere will come back with his blog and astound many who were thinking it had died and gone straight to hell!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, I figured I have time on the internet where I'm wondering what to do.  I no longer roleplay on forums, I stopped caring about MySpace applications just as quickly as I picked them up, and I have some pretty long breaks in between my classes.  So what to do to fill up the time? Well, here I am... logged into blogger.com and typing out my resu... I mean, typing out this post (lousy resume if you ask me).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what's going on new in my life? Other than going back to school and playing WoW, not much.  I am getting tired of State Farm though.  For those who don't know, I got into a car accident (there were no injuries, just a fender bender) back in January and I was lucky enough for the man to claim at fault like he should have.  So now I've been trying to schedule an estimator to come out to take an estimate on my car... THE PROBLEM IS State Farm can't seem to communicate well between their different departments.  So every time the day comes where they're supposed to talk to me about getting out to where I am, I'm either asleep (because they're calling way before I even get up for school) or it's too late and they're not out where my car is.  Hopefully, this Thursday I get a call to have a confirmation about Friday.  I talked to the estimators yesterday and they have hopefully made a large message to the people in charge that I can take a call in the afternoon to schedule it for Friday.  Grr factor of about 7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to the weekend... it's Drew Pascoal's annual board game weekend and I actually have the availability to be there the entire three days, W007! I'm really looking forward as well to having my cousin being there.  Apparently he was invited by someone I hadn't even realized that he knew.  Small world, eh? Should be a good time for all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I get you in the loop when I make a point to be straight with you then;&lt;br /&gt;in lieu of the innuendo, in the end know, my intent though.&lt;br /&gt;I brazillian wax poetic so pathetically.&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna beat around the bush!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Foxtrot. Unifrom. Charlie. Kilo.&lt;br /&gt;Foxtrot. Uniform. Charlie. Kilo."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-5319716735101787911?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/5319716735101787911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/5319716735101787911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2009_02_01_archive.html#5319716735101787911' title='In The Year 2000!'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-116405300946483350</id><published>2006-11-20T11:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T12:08:37.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back (But For How Long?)</title><content type='html'>Mood - upset at football&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Taking Back Sunday - Make Damn Sure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WOW! AN UPDATE! IT'S AMAZING OMGLOLBBQ!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I started a story on Peter's comments and I thought I'd continue sharing it here. Basically, I was almost mugged about a little over a year ago. Here's the setup... before I bought Peter's sister's car I had no way of getting home from work unless I caught a ride. Glen and I had a system going for a while that summer (because he was up at the time and my parents weren't going to get up at one in the morning to pick up there 21 year old son from work). However, this incident fell on a day when Glen was still on his trip to Japan. So I had no one that night. I had been catching rides from fellow crew members but the one person that night who I could get the ride from had pissed me off incredibly and I wasn't even going to try and talk to her. So what did I decide to do? Walk home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:400%;color:#10DB39"&gt;&lt;b&gt;BAD IDEA&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I had on me that night a check from Peter's parents that was going to help me pay for insurance so I could get started on buying the car. Secondly, I would be walking down Franklin Boulevard between Brookfield Drive and Florin Road. If that doesn't mean anything to you, basically, it meant I was walking down some scary low lit shitty street... and right past an infamous street known to many Sacramentans as G Parkway. Oh, and to make matters worse, I was carrying a bunch of boxes I had gotten from work in a shopping cart I had found so I wasn't exactly the fastest of people that night. I'm getting pretty far down when I happen to look behind me and see two people walking quite some distance behind me. I continue to look back behind me every so often and realize these people are trying to get closer to me. I made it to right before the post office before the two people (who turned out to be two African - American young teenage boys) finally caught up to me and demanded I turn over my wallet. That wouldn't have been so bad had I not had the check from Peter's parents also inside of the wallet; that fact made it apparent in my mind that I could not let these thieves get their hands on my wallet. One of them had a stick of sorts and they formed up in a triangle position with myself as the third point. I stalled them for quite a while with just talking (good for my well - being) and was even able to bum rush the kid with the stick to get it away from him. Even so, they still stuck around and demanded my wallet. Had it not been for a random group of people that I didn't know at all who came to my aid, I probably would have had to end up fighting these two boys. I feel unbelievably grateful to those four people in the black truck that saved my ass and thank God for good Samaritans just like them over the world. So yeah, Peter, I feel you on that scary roads shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You've got this new head filled up with smoke&lt;br /&gt;and I've got my veins all tangled close&lt;br /&gt;to the jukebox bars you frequent.&lt;br /&gt;The safest place to hide long nights&lt;br /&gt;filled with your most obvious weakness;&lt;br /&gt;you start shaking at the thought.&lt;br /&gt;You are everything I want&lt;br /&gt;'cause you are everything I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And we lay, we lay together&lt;br /&gt;just not too close, too close.&lt;br /&gt;(How close is close enough?)&lt;br /&gt;We lay, we lay together&lt;br /&gt;just not too close, too close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just want to break you down so badly!&lt;br /&gt;Well, I trip over everything you say!&lt;br /&gt;I just want to break you down so badly;&lt;br /&gt;in the worst way!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-116405300946483350?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/116405300946483350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/116405300946483350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2006_11_01_archive.html#116405300946483350' title='I&apos;m Back (But For How Long?)'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-115614829304526098</id><published>2006-08-21T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T01:23:20.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oh God, It's True</title><content type='html'>Mood - yes&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Stone Sour - Through Glass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.shortpacked.com/comics/2006-08-21-hiimdaisy.png" width="500" height="747" alt="Property of David Willis, used for the sole idea that it would entertain readers, not to steal his work." /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;" 'Cause I'm looking at you through the glass,&lt;br /&gt;don't know how much time has passed.&lt;br /&gt;All I know is that it feels like forever.&lt;br /&gt;When no one ever tells you that forever feels like home,&lt;br /&gt;sitting all alone inside your head."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-115614829304526098?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/115614829304526098'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/115614829304526098'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115614829304526098' title='Oh God, It&apos;s True'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-115511978704528390</id><published>2006-08-09T02:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T01:44:27.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thought Process Lost</title><content type='html'>Mood - entertained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's title has to do with the fact that I had something to use for the title but I lost it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No song for today as hopefully, you'll be getting an earful (as well as an eyeful) of what I have to share with you today.  Yesterday, I spent a good three hours checking out videos on Albinoblacksheep.com and I decided I should create a list of my top ten favorite videos from the internet.  So here you go! Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#10 - &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/28805" onmouseover="window.status='Daft Punk - Rivercity Ransom';return true" target="_blank"&gt;Daft Punk - Rivercity Ransom&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video was shown to me by some old buddies of mine from when I was first starting at Sac State.  It was a great little video and still is.  And thanks to it, there will only be one way to dance to &lt;b&gt;Harder, Better, Faster, Stronger&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#9 - &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/internet4porn" onmouseover="window.status='The Internet Is For Porn';return true" target="_blank"&gt;The Internet Is For Porn&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This little video captures the essence of what a huge chunk of the internet is dedicated to... and it gets stuck in your head really quick.  But it's entertaining none the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#8 - &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/kittycat.php" onmouseover="window.status='Kitty Cat Dance';return true" target="_blank"&gt;Kitty Cat Dance&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just entertaining and it's another song that gets stuck in the head easily.  What's even better is that you can make just about any cat actually do the dance.  But they'll hate you for it, :P.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#7 - &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://albinoblacksheep.com/flash/radiostar" onmouseover="window.status='Video Killed The YTMND Star';return true" target="_blank"&gt;Video Killed The YTMND Star&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video was what introduced me to the world of ytmnd.com (which stands for "You're the man now, dog!").  The site is dedicated to random repeating gifs, repeating audio clips and tons of hilarious shit.  This video here combines a lot of them together into one short, which is good 'cause I love Super Conan.  On a later date, I will actually compile a list of my top ten YTMND.com shit.  But like I said, later...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#6 - &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/ddautta.php" onmouseover="window.status='Cat vs. Rabbit';return true" target="_blank"&gt;Cat vs. Rabbit&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the fact that this video has a name I can't really get my brain around, I call it Cat vs. Rabbit.  It's a cute little falling in love story between two unlikely lovers... only he doesn't know it yet! ^_^ It's set to what Glen has said is Korean ska music.  It's good and fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#5 - &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.weebls-stuff.com/toons/kenya" onmouseover="window.status='Kenya';return true" target="_blank"&gt;Kenya&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weebl (from Weebls-stuff.com) is a great flash animator and this is what I believe to be his greatest short ever.  I remember first seeing it at Sac State and sharing it around, getting good laughs out of everyone.  I still want a shirt someday that reads, "Where can you find tigers? Only in Kenya."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#4 - &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/pingpong.php" onmouseover="window.status='Japanese Ping Pong';return true" target="_blank"&gt;Japanese Ping Pong&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the very first video I saw on albinoblacksheep.com and I'm grateful because it spawned a great relationship of me coming to the site and enjoying the eye candy.  This video features a group of Japanese guys participating in what can only be described as a Japanese version of &lt;b&gt;The Gong Show&lt;/b&gt;.  Basically, they're trying to do some kind of talent thing to earn points.  This really kicks ass!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#3 - &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/showdown#start" onmouseover="window.status='The Ultimate Showdown Of Ultimate Destiny';return true" target="_blank"&gt;The Ultimate Showdown Of Ultimate Destiny&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The absolute hilarity of this video makes it a true gem of comedy.  I remember first watching this at Angie's apartment warming party and trying to get other people to come watch it.  For whatever reason, they didn't want to but it's ok.  They've all seen it and know that it kicks ass on several levels.  Yet another song to get stuck in your head for hours upon hours and you know that Chuck Norris will come to help you out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 - &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LwpeBjHk4CU" onmouseover="window.status='The Attack Of The Giant Red Octopus';return true" target="_blank"&gt;The Attack Of The Giant Red Octopus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What makes this film incredibly awesome is it's amount of parodies of well known anime series (&lt;b&gt;Neon Genesis Evangelion&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;Voltron&lt;/b&gt;, &amp; &lt;b&gt;Sailor Moon&lt;/b&gt; to name a few).  They do so well in quick little animation to create a story that makes you laugh really good.  Why don't they just smack her? In any case, it's number two only because the last video just really blew me away.  The film has French, English, Korean, and Japanese so it's quite entertaining linguistically.  Also, when it opens up you'll notice the window starts out to the right and slightly out of the monitor's range.  Just drag the window until you can see the maximize button then click it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#1 - &lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=52jVi0jkiMo" onmouseover="window.status='The Best Homemade LightSaber Duel Ever';return true" target="_blank"&gt;The Best Homemade LightSaber Duel Ever&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, whether you're a &lt;b&gt;Star Wars&lt;/b&gt; fanatic or not, you'll should absolutely love this video (lest you be a hater of the series, then you just suck).  I am not kidding when I say this is an absolute masterpiece.  The video is not only a great lightsaber battle done by people outside of ILM, it's stunning.  The struggle between the two sides is absolutely great, taking into mind the different styles of fighting between light side and dark side.  You absolutely must watch this if you haven't seen it already.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-115511978704528390?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/115511978704528390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/115511978704528390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115511978704528390' title='Thought Process Lost'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-115493465220994715</id><published>2006-08-07T00:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-07T00:20:35.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A&amp;W Rootbeer</title><content type='html'>Mood - tired&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Panic! At The Disco - The Only Difference Between Martyrdom And Suicide Is Press Coverage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything about this post has something or other to with what is currently on my person or on my brain as I write this.  So yeah, I got soda right now! ^_^&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And recently, I bought the CD for the group &lt;b&gt;Panic! At The Disco&lt;/b&gt;.  They're freaking cool and I love how a lot of their song names are incredibly long... just like today's song!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to a Sacramento Rivercats game with Glen.  I'm not all that big on baseball but it was fun to see it live.  I've hardly been to any stadiums (once as kid for a soccer game at Arco Arena) so that was cool.  Glen and I spent a lot of time making fun of the vendors as they yelled out what the shit they had for sale.  It was absolutely hilarious.  So that's why I'm tired!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, the actual reason I started even posting today was this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.joyceandwalky.com/comics/20060805laundry.gif" width="700" height="221" alt="Property of David Willis, used for the sole idea that it would entertain readers, not to steal his work." /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, that's got to hurt! *keels over in pain*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And I believe this may call for a proper introduction. &lt;br /&gt;And well, don't you see? &lt;br /&gt;I'm the narrator and this is just the prologue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swear to shake it up if you swear to listen. &lt;br /&gt;And we're still so young, desperate for attention. &lt;br /&gt;And I aim to be your eyes; &lt;br /&gt;trophy boys, trophy wives."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-115493465220994715?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/115493465220994715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/115493465220994715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2006_08_01_archive.html#115493465220994715' title='A&amp;W Rootbeer'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-115426729747578005</id><published>2006-07-30T06:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T06:50:22.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Weird Al - isms</title><content type='html'>Mood - I'm AL - ive *rimshot*&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Weird Al - Angry White Boy Polka&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dude, I happened to be travelling the internet (dude, it's awesome and you should try it sometime) and I found &lt;a href="http://weirdal.com/legohardwarestore/index.html" onmouseover="window.status='Dude, freakin&amp;rsquo; awesome!';return true" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.  Also, I found out Weird Al has got a new album coming out in September so yeah, I'm finda stoked.  Also (again), I really have to give kudos to whomever made that animation... it's really damned good and with frickin' Legos! Sweet job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'd post the lyrics but technically, it's all from different songs so go listen to the actual song and maybe you can find it out yourself... so there!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-115426729747578005?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/115426729747578005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/115426729747578005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115426729747578005' title='Weird Al - isms'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-115330527903557252</id><published>2006-07-19T03:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T03:34:39.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Laughed... and I Laughed... and I Laughed...</title><content type='html'>Mood - entertained&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - The Transplants - Diamonds And Guns&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Absolutely fucking hilarious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="1901" alt="Property of Scott Ramsoomair, used for the sole idea that it would entertain readers, not to steal his work." src="http://www.vgcats.com/comics/images/060717.jpg" width="692" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Bars cut off and sendin' me home;&lt;br /&gt;taken more shots than Carl Malone.&lt;br /&gt;Battle looms, your doom, injustice entombed.&lt;br /&gt;Who got the diamonds? Who gonna find them?&lt;br /&gt;Who gonna find them when the time comes?&lt;br /&gt;Diamonds and Guns. Diamonds and Guns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a wicked world that we live in;&lt;br /&gt;it's cruel and unforgiving.&lt;br /&gt;It's a wicked world that we live in;&lt;br /&gt;it's cruel and unforgiving."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-115330527903557252?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/115330527903557252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/115330527903557252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115330527903557252' title='I Laughed... and I Laughed... and I Laughed...'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-115287544703406916</id><published>2006-07-14T04:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T07:04:35.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizzled</title><content type='html'>Mood - intrigued&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Panic! At The Disco - I Write Sins Not Tragedies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went around the internet this morning and found a "Which Element Are You?" quiz that I find to be extrememly accurate to my personality. So I thought I'd post the results here and and also post the link to the quiz in hopes of finding out what other people think of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;Water&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are 50% Extroverted and 37% Chaotic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Virtue - Water people exhibit benevolence. These type people are charitable, have a kindly disposition and promote goodwill. They are concerned with the welfare of others. Where other people are concerned they are kind, generous and philanthropic. They seldom harbor hostility. They derive pleasure from doing good deeds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Core - They are cooperative, companionable, hospitable and socialable. They are true humanitarians and are concerned with the welfare of other people. They are called servants or servers because of their unselfishness and sincere devotion to the welfare of humanity. They unconditionally come to the aid of the sick and the unfortunate just as they would for one of their own family, and most often ask nothing in return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nature - They have strong feelings and sensibilities. They tend to make decisions based on their emotions rather than by reason. Although they are emotional in nature, they do not outwardly express it. Their feelings are hurt easily but they tend to not let it show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drives - They are deeply concerned about the welfare of their friends and family. They also care about what other people think and say about them. An insensitive remark from someone can hurt their feelings deeply, although they may not show it. They give of themselves and their material possessions freely to help a less-advantaged person gain confidence and stature. They will go all out where close friends or family is concerned. It is not easy to make friends with a them because they are skeptical and naturally shy. They will be generous and kind to a certain point, but when you gain their confidence you will have an all-weather friend who will stand by you through your struggles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vice - They will suppress the truth by words, writing and conduct to do damage to another. This is not spite. This is their non-violent way of getting their revenge. Milder cases include stretching the truth a little, not exactly untrue but not the real truth. They are emotional people and tend to get carried away in the heat of a situation. These people are not prone to physical violence normally, but being of an emotional nature and having the tendency to let things build up inside them, they can become extremely abusive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you guys think of that? I feel that there are a lot of things in those words that make a lot of sense to my personality. And as promised, here's a &lt;a onmouseover="window.status='Elements Quiz';return true" href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=4477963500138668623" target="_blank"&gt;link to the elemental quiz&lt;/a&gt; itself. Check it out and tell me what you think!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, well imagine, as I'm pacing the pews in a church corridor,&lt;br /&gt;and I can't help but to hear, no I can't help but to hear an exchanging of words.&lt;br /&gt;'What a beautiful wedding! What a beautiful wedding!' says a bridesmaid to a waiter.&lt;br /&gt;'And yes, but what a shame, what a shame, the poor groom's bride is a whore.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd chime in with a 'Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!'&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.&lt;br /&gt;I'd chime in, 'Haven't you people ever heard of closing a goddamn door?!'&lt;br /&gt;No, it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-115287544703406916?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/115287544703406916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/115287544703406916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2006_07_01_archive.html#115287544703406916' title='Quizzled'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-115149103140671162</id><published>2006-06-28T03:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T03:37:11.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Death &amp; Rebirth 2</title><content type='html'>Mood - musical&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Hard - Fi - Cash Machine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bet you can't find where I used that title before... or maybe you won't care.  Heck, I think all two of you will be more impressed by the actual posting.  Heck, I hope to get back into the swing of things here.  And to start that off, here's what's been going on in the life of Josh lately...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I got Hard - Fi's album... thus the song for today.  Glen says I wasted my money but I enjoyed the CD so all I can do is shrug my shoulders.  We can't all like the same stuff.  If that were the case then the world would be boring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next off, I moved out! Most of all two of you know this already.  But how's it feel? It feels pretty damned good and weird.  I mean, not having to answer to my mother is wonderful.  Heck, now her and I can have a better relationship (she can't say I'm dumb and I can't yell at her bitch... or at least we can't do that stuff in each other's presence).  Also, being able to just come home and do whatever is cool.  My room mate Paul allows me to use his computer so I'm all happy and shit.  As soon as I get good cel - phone pictures *snicker* of my room, I'll post that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently, like three weeks ago recently, I got a speeding ticket.  I know I was going too fast and I deserved it.  I don't need sympathy nor rebuke.  Heck, even my mother was very calm about it when she found out.  Apparently, my address change didn't happen in time for the ticket to get to the new house so one day my dad calls saying they have my traffic ticket.  Mom was relieved that it wasn't a red light violation.  So long story short (too late!), I've got traffic school online now.  Luckily for me, I don't have to pay until the final exam and I have until August to complete it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I already did the first chapter of the traffic school and I swear, it's like Driver's Ed all over again... god, did I hate that week.  I stuffed what would have been a nine week course at school into four days during Easter vacation.  Trust me, going over to Hurst's that Friday was a big ass release in pent up stress.  I hope no one else ever has to do that.  It sucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I suppose I've told my two biggest stories of late so I'll leave you with your internet doings.  Go leaves, go!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Go to the cash machine, to get a ticket home.&lt;br /&gt;A message on the screen says, 'Don’t make plans your broke!'&lt;br /&gt;No, no, this can’t be right, I know that times is tight.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve only just been paid 3 weeks, 5 days 'til I’m seen...&lt;br /&gt;...right...&lt;br /&gt;...no!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I scratch a living, it ain’t easy, you know it’s a drag!&lt;br /&gt;I’m always paying, never making, but you can’t look back.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I’ll ever get to where I want to be.&lt;br /&gt;Better believe it...&lt;br /&gt;I’m working for the cash machine!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-115149103140671162?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/115149103140671162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/115149103140671162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2006_06_01_archive.html#115149103140671162' title='Death &amp; Rebirth 2'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-114652605521765321</id><published>2006-05-01T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T16:28:10.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'>No Title</title><content type='html'>No mood, no song, no nothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...except for this wonderful example of why Nintendo needs to start using what little they have of their collective brains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.keenspot.com/data/news-godmode-may2006.gif" width="165" height="300" alt="God, how many times must we be subject to the video game industries methods of torture?" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-114652605521765321?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/114652605521765321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/114652605521765321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114652605521765321' title='No Title'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-114591663792696427</id><published>2006-04-24T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T15:10:38.216-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures Don't Work</title><content type='html'>Mood - want a job, oh wait...&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - People In Planes - If You Talk Too Much (My Head Will Explode)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I was kind of wondering what was going with all my comic buttons on the sidebar there.  So I finally actually take a look at the source code for my Blog.  And what do I find? Somehow, the web addresses of where the actual pictures are on this big, ole Internet got reverted back to the old place where I had them.  So my question is, how the freak did that happen?! I had switched it all from Applepics to Image Shack like a month and a half ago and I haven't touched my source code since.  So what the fuck Blogger, what are you doing to me?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, yeah, I need a better job.  But as if that weren't something I've been complaining about since the inception of the online attroci... masterpi... shit, well since I started posting here I've been saying I needed a better job.  The real problem right now is that I haven't heard back from any places I've applied to.  I've been to like seven places now and I'm still searching for more, yada yada, but nothing from the other side.  So how's a guy supposed to get a job when no one seems to care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting little thing happened to me this morning... I go to check MySpace (since I can actually do that here at home) and I have a message from someone not on my friend's list.  At first I expected it to be the same thing that happened to me before where someone who thought they knew me was completely out of their mind and was saying I was at some party of which I'd never been to nor heard of.  But this morning, I got a message from someone who sounded more grounded to our world and the message actually sounded like it had merit.  Here's the message in it's entirety:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi Josh, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some strange reason, I thought I'd research people I have known in the past, and I happened to come across your MySpace. I don't know if you remember me but then again, I'm not sure if I have the right person! If I do have the right person, then that means that we went to elementary school together....! LOL Though, I am almost positive I have the right person simply because I remember your last name was always difficult to write, not to mention, I don't forget a face...well...most of the time...! @_@ Anywho! I hope I don't have the wrong person, or that would be, well, embarassing! ^o^ Well, I guess that's that, and hope to hear from ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I omitted the signature for privacy reasons.  In any case, I realize that it's better to stay safe on the internet but this really sounded like a genuine attempt from someone trying to find another...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I interrupt what I was saying because during writing that I remembered who the heck it was this guy was in my life.  It wasn't some best friend or nothing but he was a cool guy from 6th grade and stuff.  Wow, I do remember this guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'm done.  So, uh, bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want you to try and save me.&lt;br /&gt;No, I don't want you at all!&lt;br /&gt;If we're through, then you don't blame me.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause that won't do at all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you talk too much, my head will explode!&lt;br /&gt;(If you talk too much, my head will explode!)&lt;br /&gt;If you talk too much, my head will explode!&lt;br /&gt;(If you talk too much, my head will explode!)&lt;br /&gt;If you talk too much, my head will explode!&lt;br /&gt;(If you talk too much, my head will explode!)&lt;br /&gt;If you talk too much, my head will explode!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-114591663792696427?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/114591663792696427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/114591663792696427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114591663792696427' title='Pictures Don&apos;t Work'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-114565075509923091</id><published>2006-04-21T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-21T13:19:17.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Look, I Know...</title><content type='html'>Mood - entertained&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Blue October - Hate Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't been here in a while.  Well, that's what happens when you don't have access to a computer very often... or to a computer that doesn't ring a silent alarm hooked into your mother's brain... yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm here for one quick reason so sorry.  But I had to share this from &lt;b&gt;CTRL + ALT + DEL&lt;/b&gt;.  My god, it all makes sense now why I hate Earthlink so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com/comics/20060421.jpg" width="625" height="790" alt="Property of Tim Buckley, used for the sole idea that it would entertain readers, not to steal his work." /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I’m sober now for 3 whole months; it’s one accomplishment that you helped me with.&lt;br /&gt;The one thing that always tore us apart is the one thing I won’t touch again.&lt;br /&gt;In my sick way I want to thank you for holding my head up late at night;&lt;br /&gt;while I was busy waging wars on myself, you were trying to stop the fight.&lt;br /&gt;You never doubted my warped opinions on things like suicidal hate.&lt;br /&gt;You made me compliment myself when it was way too hard to take.&lt;br /&gt;So I’ll drive so fucking far away that I never cross your mind&lt;br /&gt;and do whatever it takes in your heart to leave me behind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate me today.&lt;br /&gt;Hate me tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Hate me for all the things I didn’t do for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hate me in ways.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, ways hard to swallow &lt;br /&gt;Hate me so you can finally see what’s good for you"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-114565075509923091?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/114565075509923091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/114565075509923091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2006_04_01_archive.html#114565075509923091' title='Look, I Know...'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-114349534183882652</id><published>2006-03-27T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T13:35:41.893-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies, The Finale</title><content type='html'>Mood - ??? (can't really say, I'm just me today)&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Barenaked Ladies - Who Needs Sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I'm back (again) from my comfortable eagle - like life.  I've decided that instead of prolonging the magic of my movie reviews like I should, I'm just going to let all the pressure go at once for this fashionable little nugget of joy &lt;b&gt;chiefly&lt;/b&gt; because I figure it would be a motorcade of generosity... that and it seems that if I keep on making it one movie per post, I may never stop having movies to talk about.  So here you go, have a piece of cake of my movie reviews!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zathura&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 4 out of 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry but this was mildly entertaining at best.  It truly was trying to be exactly like &lt;b&gt;Jumanji&lt;/b&gt; but it felt like I was watching a &lt;b&gt;Sesame Street&lt;/b&gt; for 7 year olds.  And by that age, many kids have become "too cool" to watch that stuff.  Here's the biggest problem with &lt;b&gt;Zathura&lt;/b&gt;... NO STORY.  Seriously, all it is is two brothers who get angry at each other (When does that not happen when you've got siblings?) and they find a game that launches their house into space.  Then they proceed to play the game fully so that they can get home.  Along the way, the producers of this film try to stick a moral in by telling kids not to fight with there siblings but to love one another.  HELLO?! Kids are going to fight with each other, that's a fact of life.  I'm not saying it's right.  Hell, I plan to make sure that if I have kids that they try and behave as much as possible.  But at the same time, I'm not going to be an idiot thinking that I can deter all violent altercations that take place in the home.  It's going to happen and I'll deal with them as best as possible.  In conclusion, Zathura is not really worth seeing... PERIOD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I, Robot&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 8 out of 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm glad that we can get back to good films.  Seriously, from here on out, no bitching from me on movies.  This one was really damned good and I'm glad that is was such a good story.  Will Smith is his usual "bad ass" self and the character fits.  You know you start to wonder when someone gets the same role over and over.  But anywho... &lt;b&gt;I, Robot&lt;/b&gt; was described to me once as one of the animated &lt;b&gt;Matrix&lt;/b&gt; films entitled &lt;u&gt;The Second Renaissance&lt;/u&gt;.  It tells the tale of how the AI that man had produced became what they are in the world of the &lt;b&gt;Matrix&lt;/b&gt; movies.  It's not really like that film at all.  However, it is still really good because it deals with the three laws of robotics that people like to throw around.  If you're not sure what those laws are, it's ok because if you've seen the film you know that they show you the laws during the film and if you haven't seen the film then it shouldn't be hard to find the laws online.  In any case, I liked the story and it's definitely worth the watch.  Buying is optional but it wouldn't hurt your already impressive collection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Blue Streak&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 6 out of 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've never seen any of Martin Lawrence's performances until this movie and I have to say, he's not bad.  I had wanted to see &lt;b&gt;Bad Boyz&lt;/b&gt; (which coincidentally stars Will Smith as well) but never have had the chance.  So when a co - worker showed me the film I thought, "Meh, why not?" Not too bad a film.  The story line is decent enough for me to watch and the acting is on par with the genre (comedy).  Oh yeah, should mention that this is definitely a comedy.  So the storyline, though important no matter what genre, it's not the whole of the director's attention.  The film was good and also, it has Dave Chapelle who has definitely got a few funny bones in his body.  Decent enough for you to watch but not necessary to buy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;V for Vendetta&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 9 out of 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so the Wachowski brothers created a new film.  Never thought they'd show their faces after the &lt;b&gt;Matrix&lt;/b&gt; trilogies, eh? Well, I knew they would... they've got enough people like Glen and I who did like the last two &lt;b&gt;Matrix&lt;/b&gt; movies that they know it's alright to come out again.  And they did another excellent job with this film.  This story is actually from DC Comics (those people responsible for Superman, Batman, the Green Lantern, and the like) so that's interesting to say.  It won't be giving anything BIG away to say that there's a guy who where's a mask in the film and this actor kicks ass because I couldn't tell it was them until I saw the credits.  Natalie Portman also stars in the film and she too did an excellent acting job.  Basically, the film is set in a totalitarianistic future where "Big Brother" has his men every where (I'm beginning to think that the Wachowskis love dark futures).  And it's about time that stopped... so Mr. Hero (mysterious mask dude) comes along and shows one woman (Natalie) how to live her life without fear.  It's a wonderfully scripted film and I'd have to say that just like this one teacher in high school described my theatre class, this film is deliciously psychotic.  And trust me, that's a good thing.  Go see the film (no matter what you have to pay) and definitely buy it on DVD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you go, my movie reviews.  I'm happy about it and you should too.  Oh wait, maybe you don't have to be.  I don't know anymore.  Just... just go do something internety.  Yeah that's it, ignore the idiot behind the computer terminal.  *walks away slowly*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's so much joy in life, so many pleasures all around.&lt;br /&gt;But the pleasure of insomnia is one I've never found.&lt;br /&gt;With all life has to offer there's so much to be enjoyed.&lt;br /&gt;But the pleasures of insomnia are ones I can't avoid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lids down, I count sheep, I count heartbeats.&lt;br /&gt;The only thing that counts is that I won't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;I countdown, I look around... (Hala! Hala! Hala!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who needs sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Well, you're never gonna get it!&lt;br /&gt;Who needs sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Tell me what's that for?!&lt;br /&gt;Who needs sleep?&lt;br /&gt;Be happy with what you're getting.&lt;br /&gt;There's a guy who's been awake since the Second World War!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-114349534183882652?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/114349534183882652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/114349534183882652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114349534183882652' title='Movies, The Finale'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-114245730697098938</id><published>2006-03-15T12:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T13:24:42.100-08:00</updated><title type='text'>...and We're Back!</title><content type='html'>Mood - happy&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Splender - Yeah, Whatever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Peter, for this rememberance of the yesteryears... you rock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I realized that I have quoted Glen five times now since I started recording my past quotes in the source code of this blog.  Holy shit dude, you need to stop making me laugh.  Or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I haven't been able to get back to a computer for a while since Saturday so here I am again with another review of a movie I have seen.  Today's movie is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Doom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 5 out of 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I wouldn't have seen this on my own accord but if you know my cousin Nathan, you'd understand completely why I "&lt;b&gt;HAD&lt;/b&gt;" to see it.  Did I emphasize had enough? Maybe I should have underlined it? Oh well.  In any case, yeah I saw it over that and it was ok.  If you're a die hard fan of the game, you might want to go see it depending on how well you take it when they make movies of your favorite fan boy obsessive shit kind of thing.  That probably didn't make sense... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was one part of the film that I &lt;b&gt;really&lt;/b&gt; enjoyed (I should cut out on the bolding, it's cutting into my Blog's budget) and that was the whole first - person view mode sequence... that was pretty cool to see a live action version of something I've been seeing in video games for years.  The CG in the film was good but like almost all films of it's genre, the storyline bit.  You know what, I know that bit is the past tense of bite but it just sounds weird.  *shakes head of confusion* In any case, the storyline lacked pretty much anything good.  It had something where it could have gone somewhere, but I'm pretty sure that for whatever reason, Hollywood must think that the average movie goer has an IQ less than 3 which would apparently make the video gamer/movie goer even more retarded than your pet monkey's feces.  So in conclusion, they create a movie that your mother would see and think, "Shit, this is what my son/daughter is playing on their video games? Maybe I should let them continue playing so they'll learn to make better shit than this."  And in conclusion for this review, I wouldn't recommend you buy this film on DVD.  Why? I think I'll let Tim Buckley, the author of the web - comic &lt;b&gt;CTRL + ALT + DEL&lt;/b&gt;, answer that question:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com/comics/20051024.jpg" width="625" height="790" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And you're paranoid as you look me up and down.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm soaked in gasoline, mud and ice cream.&lt;br /&gt;You sit by the phone with your tongue hanging out.&lt;br /&gt;You cradle the flies in the back of your mouth.&lt;br /&gt;We don't have to stay friend.&lt;br /&gt;Let's pretend to be enemies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, whatever makes you happy.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, whatever makes it beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, whatever leaves you satisfied.&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm out of time."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-114245730697098938?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/114245730697098938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/114245730697098938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114245730697098938' title='...and We&apos;re Back!'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-114212151290609819</id><published>2006-03-11T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T15:58:32.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Movies!</title><content type='html'>Mood - anxious&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Coldplay - Yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anxious 'cause tomorrow I hang with Peter.  Yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, so I've been seeing some movies lately.  So I thought I'd share my thoughts on them all for some posts to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First up is the new movie &lt;b&gt;Sixteen Blocks&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rating: 6 out of 10&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was not upset that I paid $9.50 for this movie.  However, it's not necessary to see it on a big screen.  So it really is up to you if you see it now or later.  Bruce Willis and Mos Def both do an excellent job in acting their respective parts.  I also like the fact that they held cursing to a minimum.  The f - bomb is used once and it emphasizes the emotions of the character who says it.  So it works well.  The story isn't enthralling enough to HAVE to see it on a big screen like I said, but it is good enough to go watch.  Overall, decent film.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Look at the stars, look how they shine for you&lt;br /&gt;and everything you do; yeah, they were all yellow.&lt;br /&gt;I came along.  I wrote a song for you&lt;br /&gt;and all the things you do and it was called yellow.&lt;br /&gt;So then I took my turn.  Oh, what a thing to have done!&lt;br /&gt;And it was all yellow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your skin... oh yeah, your skin and bones &lt;br /&gt;turn into something beautiful.&lt;br /&gt;You know, you know I love you so. &lt;br /&gt;You know I love you so."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-114212151290609819?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/114212151290609819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/114212151290609819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114212151290609819' title='Movies!'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-114134033330365391</id><published>2006-03-02T14:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T14:58:53.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictur - O - Rama</title><content type='html'>Mood - content/anxious&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Stabbing Westward - Save Yourself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I misspelled the word picture on purpose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I updated on Monday in case you missed that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thirdly, I heard that song last night and thought it would be a good one for the song of the day.  Plus, it's in my head now so it works.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fourthly, I'm content with the world right now but I'm anxious because I need to get home and grab my work clothes that I had to let dry this morning.  Usually I wash/dry them the night before work and take them with me in the morning.  But I was stupid and forgot to dry them last night... oops! :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now that all the little pieces of information I needed to clarify on are out of the way, why the hell did I title this post Pictur - O - Rama? Well, I just went and added a whole bunch more of pictures to show up in the randomized spot up there in the top right corner.  Heck, you may not have even seen the last one I did (with the whole scene from Peter, my brother, and my little music video).  But in any case, I went and updated that little piece of scenery and I'm kind of happy about it.  I've added a bunch of &lt;b&gt;Super Smash Bros.&lt;/b&gt; screen shots that I've taken.  Most of them are pretty damned funny (such as the Mewtwo/statue thing).  Now I've got you hitting refresh a bunch of times, don't I? Or maybe not... eh? *shrugs*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, before I go I thought I'd share this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img442.imageshack.us/img442/5623/smashbroscharacterselect3lt.png" width="560" height="406" border="0" alt="Classic characters... new game" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's an interesting picture somebody made and I like it.  I do not take credit for it (just like I don't take credit for most of the pictures here on my blog (just as my disclaimer down there mentions)) but I have no name to credit it to.  So whoever made that, you're awesome.  And no, you guys can't claim it... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know your life is empty and you hate to face this world alone.&lt;br /&gt;So you're searching for an angel, someone who can make you whole.&lt;br /&gt;I can not save you.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even save myself!&lt;br /&gt;So just save yourself!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know that you've been damaged; your soul has suffered such abuse.&lt;br /&gt;But I am not your savior, I am just as fucked as you.&lt;br /&gt;I am just as fucked as you.&lt;br /&gt;I can not save you.&lt;br /&gt;I can't even save myself!&lt;br /&gt;So just save yourself!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-114134033330365391?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/114134033330365391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/114134033330365391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114134033330365391' title='Pictur - O - Rama'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-114107582784977849</id><published>2006-02-27T13:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T13:30:27.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rollin' Rollin' Rollin'...</title><content type='html'>Mood - bored&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Green Day - When September Ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what sucks? Waiting for some stupid website to finish loading so that I can grab the lyrics for today's song... son of a bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I saw a tumbleweed on the way to school this morning.  Quite an entertaining thing to see just rolling along the intersection of Zinfandel and White Rock.  You know, it's one of those things that you just don't expect to see in Sacramento... let alone while in rainy weather.  Ah, let the irony simmer!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, (oops, said it again, Glen'll kill me for sure, and that'll probably be his comment as well, something on saying anywho, nothing on anything else I say) that was entirely too long.  In any case, yeah, I really have nothing to talk about these days.  But that's what happens sometimes.  I don't think of anything to talk about or nothing comes up, etcetera, etcetera...  I saw a movie, whoopdie doo.  It was about ninth grade Japanese kids killing each other.  I found it interesting but unless you have full context and have somewhat an interest in Japanese anime - ish type stories, you probably will care less.  Likewise, in my life I haven't done anything as of late.  So therefore, no postings.  Yep, my life is one big go to school / go to work / blah blah blah, routine mushpot right now.  So, yeah... this posts entire point was to inform you that I have nothing to say.  In light of that fact, I take my leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Summer has come and passed.&lt;br /&gt;The innocent can never last.&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like my fathers come to pass;&lt;br /&gt;seven years has gone so fast.&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when September ends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here comes the rain again&lt;br /&gt;falling from the stars.&lt;br /&gt;Drenched in my pain again&lt;br /&gt;becoming who we are."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-114107582784977849?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/114107582784977849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/114107582784977849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114107582784977849' title='Rollin&apos; Rollin&apos; Rollin&apos;...'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-113986969960362442</id><published>2006-02-13T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T14:28:23.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What To Do When You're Bored</title><content type='html'>Mood - content&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Gorillaz - Clint Eastwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, think of songs that your best friend showed you the previous day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, find yourself something really pointless to do.  Like so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Glen Watkins&lt;/b&gt; becomes &lt;b&gt;Anklet Wings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Angie Pascoal&lt;/b&gt; becomes &lt;b&gt;Ace Piano Gals&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Peter Pascoal&lt;/b&gt; becomes &lt;b&gt;Peace Patrols&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Andrew Hurst&lt;/b&gt; becomes &lt;b&gt;A Shrewd Runt&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joshua Chouiniere&lt;/b&gt; becomes &lt;b&gt;IE: Join A Chorus Hue&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Nathan Robertson&lt;/b&gt; becomes &lt;b&gt;A Thorn Banters On&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Renee Robertson&lt;/b&gt; becomes &lt;b&gt;Be Serene Or Torn!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Andrew Chouiniere&lt;/b&gt; becomes &lt;b&gt;IE: He Ruined A Crown&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Adam Hurst&lt;/b&gt; becomes &lt;b&gt;Aha! Dr. Smut!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Andrew Pascoal&lt;/b&gt; becomes &lt;b&gt;A Power Scandal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said, you just gotta find something pointless to do.  Then all your boredom fades away... until you finish up with that, then you're screwed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I ain't happy... I'm feeling glad.&lt;br /&gt;I got sunshine... in a bag.&lt;br /&gt;I'm useless... but not for long &lt;br /&gt;The future is coming on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ain't happy... I'm feeling glad.&lt;br /&gt;I got sunshine... in a bag.&lt;br /&gt;I'm useless... but not for long &lt;br /&gt;The future is coming on! &lt;br /&gt;It's coming on!&lt;br /&gt;It's coming on!&lt;br /&gt;It's coming on!&lt;br /&gt;It's coming on!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-113986969960362442?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/113986969960362442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/113986969960362442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113986969960362442' title='What To Do When You&apos;re Bored'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-113934960163103152</id><published>2006-02-07T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T14:01:43.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Work Sucks... I Know...</title><content type='html'>Mood - slightly tired and irked&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Gravity Kills - Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not happy that worked called me in on an off day (God, that was hard to think of) but whatever.  Not much I can do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, that was hard because I just used three words in a row that had one vowel and an N... fucking strange... anywho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter's been bothering me to post... so here's a rip off of something he's done as a tribute to him!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHIRTS I'D LIKE TO OWN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://files.redvsblue.com/web/images/store/chupbig.jpg" alt="Chupathingy" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://files.redvsblue.com/web/images/store/shirts/babieslarge.jpg" alt="I Hate Babies." /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All be it that Geoff looks incredibly disturbed in this picture and I would never do something like this, I still love that line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://files.redvsblue.com/web/images/store/shirts/caboosehoodie_large.jpg" alt="Caboose Hoodie!!!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.zestuff.com/product_image.php?imageid=168" alt="So freaking awesome!" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.zestuff.com/product_image.php?imageid=169" alt="...and it's true too!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://jitcrunch.cafepress.com/jitcrunch.aspx?bG9hZD1ibGFuayxibGFuazoyX0YuanBnfGxvYWQ9TDAsaHR0cDovL3pvb20uY2FmZXByZXNzLmNvbS81Lzg2MTIxNV96b29tLmpwZ3x8c2NhbGU9TDAsMTE5LDE3MCxXaGl0ZXxjb21wb3NlPWJsYW5rLEwwLEFkZCwxODAsMTI1fGNwPXJlc3VsdCxibGFua3xzY2FsZT1yZXN1bHQsMCw0ODAsV2hpdGV8bG9hZD1zYW1wbGUsaHR0cDovL3d3dy5jYWZlcHJlc3MuY29tL2NvbnRlbnQvZ2xvYmFsL2ltZy9zYW1wbGVfY3J1bmNoX292ZXJsYXkuZ2lmfHNjYWxlPXNhbXBsZSwwLDQ4MCxXaGl0ZXxjb21wb3NlPXJlc3VsdCxzYW1wbGUsQWRkLDAsMHxjb21wcmVzc2lvbj05NXw=" alt="Heh, ice - cream..." /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.zestuff.com/product_image.php?imageid=194" alt="And Link goes crazy!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.zestuff.com/product_image.php?imageid=205" alt="NO NOT RLY" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't necessarily want it but it's still pretty funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.zestuff.com/product_image.php?imageid=196" alt="(sarcasm)Cute...(end sarcasm)" /&gt; &lt;img src="http://www.zestuff.com/product_image.php?imageid=197" alt="I wonder what Nintendo gets out of this?" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.80stees.com/images/products/Mario_MPR-T-Shirt.jpg" alt="Jammin&amp;rsquo; on the flip side..." /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="https://secure.bluecollardistro.com/Merchant2/graphics/00000001/bcd-ss-021-full.jpg" alt="True &amp;rsquo;dat... DOUBLE TRUE!!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That video was hilarious...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"In a mirror of you, reflections of you,&lt;br /&gt;you're showing what you feel like inside.&lt;br /&gt;Need the power of two, just me and you; &lt;br /&gt;an image that you hold in your mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes you're wrong and then sometimes you're right.&lt;br /&gt;You don't expect me to put up a fight.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired of all of your lies.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sick and tired and I'm saying goodbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I, I, I don't need this poison!&lt;br /&gt;I, I, I don't need control!&lt;br /&gt;I, I, I don't need forgiveness!&lt;br /&gt;I, I, I don't need you!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-113934960163103152?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/113934960163103152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/113934960163103152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113934960163103152' title='Work Sucks... I Know...'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-113753406299100544</id><published>2006-01-17T13:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T12:52:43.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woah! Update!</title><content type='html'>Mood - a little peeved but otherwise content... wait no, I need a better job...&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Aurora - Ordinary World&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I updated.  It's been a while.  And why is that? Because I was on Christmas vacation.  I realized why I post very little during the months of December and January this time around.  And it's because I hardly have access to a computer during that time.  I don't have one of my own which makes the computer my parents keep around my only access... except I've come to dislike that computer as it doesn't allow me to do shit on it (stupid no administrative rights) and yeah... I don't like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here I am, back in school.  I'm taking classes that will still help towards getting rid of GE but I've tried to make them more interesting to me.  I realized last semester what my problem was.  All the classes that I became bored with and stopped going to are the ones that I'm not learning anything new in.  I only finished up one class last semester and that was English.  But that's because it was fun and entertaining.  I'm sure the fact that Glen and Angie were in it as well helped make it that way but I know that the content of that class were incredibly interesting as well.  So hopefully, this semester will be cool and all.  Ask me later if you want to know all what I've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to lose weight, it is official.  I recently redid the blonding of my hair and also got it cut.  As such, my head now looks smaller to the rest of my body and looks out of place.  So yeah, I need to lose weight.  I would like to play more Dance Dance Revolution but I don't have the time/money necessary for the arcades and I can't just go over to Glen's house anytime I want.  So yeah, I'm kind of at a stand still.  Well, my brain can't think of anything else to say so I'm out! Peace!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT (SECONDS LATER): Okay, I have not been checking my blog very often and just found out that someone had posted in my comments some very disrespectful and hateful things about Angie.  I have to say if I find out who you are and I know you, I will be one very upset man.  That pisses me off that someone has the stupidity and gall to insult someone on someone else's blog.  This is not your personal pedestal to use and insult those people you don't like.  I am offended at your disregard for personal space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Passion or coincidence once prompted you to say,&lt;br /&gt;'Pride will tear us both apart.'&lt;br /&gt;Well now, pride's gone out the window; across the rooftops, runaway.&lt;br /&gt;Left me in the vacuum of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;What is happening to me? Crazy some say.&lt;br /&gt;Where is my friend when I need you most?&lt;br /&gt;Gone away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't cry for yesterday&lt;br /&gt;there's an ordinary world&lt;br /&gt;somehow I have to find.&lt;br /&gt;And as I try to make my way&lt;br /&gt;to the ordinary world&lt;br /&gt;I will learn to survive"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-113753406299100544?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/113753406299100544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/113753406299100544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113753406299100544' title='Woah! Update!'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-113380233886824884</id><published>2005-12-05T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T10:38:09.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>33 Fucking Degrees!</title><content type='html'>Mood - still a little groggy but alert&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - The Killers - Somebody Told Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap, I freaking hate winter.  It's cold and annoying.  My car was completely covered in frost and I had to wait for my stupid heat to build up and melt it all away.  And also, I hate trying to huddle myself into a little ball just to gain warmth under the covers.  It's not my season and I know it.  Summer, I hath you forsaken me.  I suppose that in the complete opposite way that Glen means it, the sun is trying to kill me as well.  Strange how something like that can have meaning for two people but they say the same thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I'm actually surprised at how awake I actually am right now.  I do have a little but (and I do emphasize little) grogginess but other than that, I'm fine.  You know how they sometimes break a bone in order to fix it sometimes? Well, that what I did to my sleep schedule (though not completely on my own conscious decision).  See, I've been playing games until 4AM every morning for like the past week and a half.  And it was just wreaking havoc on me, my body, and my dealings with my mother.  So once again after work on Saturday/Sunday morning, I came home and started playing games (&lt;b&gt;Mario Kart: Double Dash&lt;/b&gt; to be specific).  But this time I went past 4AM.  At that point, I decided to just stay up the entire day.  And since I was going to go hang with someone else, I figured it wouldn't be too hard since I'd have someone to slap me around if I fell asleep.  Well, I've got to hand to it Glen because he did a great job although I'm pretty sure I annoyed the crap out of him more than once.  I'm not exactly sure what I might have said but I'm pretty sure I said some pretty strange stuff yesterday.  The most I can remember is the stuff that stood out (like Andrew coming home, an incident with Glen's bear on his &lt;b&gt;World of Warcraft&lt;/b&gt; game, and a strange incident in which Glen and I created music with some unusual instruments).  Good thing that he did pretty much keep me awake (I think I got maybe five minutes of sleep altogether between the hours of 4PM on Saturday afternoon and 10:30PM last night), because now my sleep schedule should be back in place.  Hell, getting eight hours again feels really nice.  I mean, to be able to get up on my first alarm... that is amazing.  Thanks Glen, I owe you... something...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Breaking my back just to know your name;&lt;br /&gt;seventeen tracks and I've had it with this game.&lt;br /&gt;I'm breaking my back just to know your name&lt;br /&gt;but heaven ain't close in a place like this.&lt;br /&gt;Anything goes but don't blink you might miss,&lt;br /&gt;'cause heaven ain't close in a place like this.&lt;br /&gt;I said heaven ain't close in a place like this.&lt;br /&gt;Bring it back down, bring it back down tonight&lt;br /&gt;Never thought I'd let a rumor ruin my moonlight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well somebody told me&lt;br /&gt;you had a boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;who looked like a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;that I had in February of last year.&lt;br /&gt;It's not confidential&lt;br /&gt;I've got potential..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-113380233886824884?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/113380233886824884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/113380233886824884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113380233886824884' title='33 Fucking Degrees!'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-113259596970009599</id><published>2005-11-21T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T09:59:29.770-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Little Narwhal!</title><content type='html'>Mood - irritated but otherwise content&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Vertical Horizon - Everything You Want&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, this weekend was pretty fun for me even though I never got out of the house (much).  It really started with last Thursday and getting to see &lt;b&gt;Harry Potter and The Goblet of Fire&lt;/b&gt;.  I've seen some people get upset about how the movie changed some things and left out some parts from the book.  While I will agree that it's upsetting that they did these things (because there are some parts that were left out that made the story somewhat different), I will not downgrade my score of the movie just because of that.  I was still incredibly happy with the movie as a whole and stick by my 9 out of 10.  It was really freakin' great!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next was Friday... my mother was leaving for a women's retreat with the church and needed me to come back from school to wait for a delivery of some pillows; which, incidentally, came later after I had already left for work at like 5:30PM.  However, after having spent a while playing &lt;b&gt;Paper Mario: The Thousand - Year Door&lt;/b&gt; that I had borrowed from Andrew Hurst on Thursday overnight and hadn't got much sleep, I didn't even make my class (oops, I'm fucking stupid).  So I ended up just staying in bed, waking up at 9:30AM, getting up to bid my mother goodbye for the weekend, and jumped right back on &lt;b&gt;Paper Mario&lt;/b&gt;.  Seriously, it's that good.  The game is really freaking cool but I'll explain that later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last part about Friday happened at work.  Or rather, it was work... you see, apparently the Carl's Jr. on Broadway in Downtown Sacramento needs some help for like the next month (more specifically, they need a shift leader to close).  So they were going to send one of our other shift leaders and have me work from 10PM to 6AM at Franklin Boulevard.  I don't want to ruin my sleep schedule (as fucked up as it already is) so I let them know this.  In consideration of such, now I will be going to the Broadway Carl's Jr. for the next month or so every Friday to close instead of the other shift leader.  So needless to say (though I'm still saying it), I went to Broadway on Friday.  It was pretty cool over there; less people coming into the inside and more drive - thru and even the drive - thru wasn't so bad because the two girls who were there as cashiers didn't complain a lick of how much service we were getting.  They just did their jobs and laughed with me as I was being my stupid, joking self (GP groans).  Also, the drive - thru lane over there leads directly back out to Broadway so even if we were to pull a car, where the hell would they go? I was much more happy over there working on a Friday then at my store.  But I don't know if I would want to move to there only because the entire back line crew (cook and friers) speaks Spanish and very little English.  I don't know if I could handle that only because I don't necessarily have a good translator nor the time to learn Spanish to be able to understand the language orally.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onto Saturday where I only got out of my bed at like 2PM and played &lt;b&gt;Paper Mario&lt;/b&gt; until I left for work at 5:30PM.  Not much happened on that day and that's because I'm stupid for sleeping for so damned long.  I told you, fucked up sleep schedule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, yesterday (which happened to be Sunday for some reason)... not much again except &lt;b&gt;Paper Mario&lt;/b&gt;... oh wait, I did work on my essay slightly.  And I did go to lunch with my father and brother.  AND I did watch some TV for football scores and pay attention to my fantasy football for a while (which I'm going to lose this week, grrrrrrr!).  But other than that, yeah, &lt;b&gt;Paper Mario&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So why am I so enamored with this game? Well first off, it's an RPG so simple, your two year old baby cousin could play it... AND PROBABLY GET A GOOD SCORE.  I've never been very patient with in depth RPGs and as such haven't finished many (Can you say, Final Fantasy VII?).  But &lt;b&gt;Paper Mario&lt;/b&gt; boils down that leveling up shit to real simpleness by making level - ups happen every 100 experience points.  Plus, the game's battling doesn't rely heavily on leveling up so you can get through the game pretty easily without leveling up a lot.  Speaking of the battle system, it's freaking awesome.  First off, the way attacks work is that you have to press/hold certain buttons or tilt thumbsticks as they appear on the screen.  For instance, Mario's hammer attack is more powerful if you tilt the thumbstick until the lights on the screen light up all the way to the right of the bar.  So these on screen instuctions make the game a real breeze.  Maybe I'm sounding a little pansy - ish but I'm ok, I just really like the system.  Plus, it does get slightly more complicated along the way.  Not by much, but somewhat more.  Next is the newest thing they added to the game.  Now I never beat the first game (which isn't necessary for playing the sequel, ???) but I do know that this wasn't in there.  There is a new feature called your special moves.  Mario is on a search for these crystal stars and every time you gain one, you get a new special move.  To use these moves, you need to gain staw points.  To do that, you have to impress the audience that watches your battles.  I'm quite serious here, every time you enter a battle, different amounts and types of characters from the game will watch your battle.  Every time you do something impressive, the audience will cheer and give you star points.  These points add up and once you fill a dot, you can begin using your special moves.  This is really freaking cool and I've even discovered new ways to impress the audience.  You can do things from just being able to execute an Action Command (pressing the attack button right before your attack connects so that the attack is more powerful) to even just waving at the audience to appeal to them and gain hecka more stars to add to your star points bar.  Glen may be able to explain even furhter if you're confused or want to know more.  I just really like the game and will continue playing until I beat it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last piece of information concerns me and my money.  As you may all know, I have a car loan payment every month and my insurance as well.  Add on $200 I still owe my parents for having them pay the money to fix my car and I won't have much money to spend on Christmas presents.  As such, I really hope you all don't mind if I can't get my friends anything.  I will have little to spend on my family in the first place so if I can buy you guys anything, it'll be a miracle.  Sorry about sounding kind of cheap but I have to be if I'm going to survive.  That's because I'll have to be paying my car loan, paying my insurance, paying my debt to my parents, and paying for food for me to eat and gas for my car.  Add it all up and I don't know if I'll have enough to buy even my family anything for Christmas.  I swear, I'm going to feel guilty getting anything from them.  Well, I'll talk to y'all later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"But you'll just sit tight and watch it unwind;&lt;br /&gt;it's only what you're asking for.&lt;br /&gt;And you'll be just fine with all of your time;&lt;br /&gt;it's only what you're waiting for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Out of the island, into the highway;&lt;br /&gt;past the places where you might have turned.&lt;br /&gt;You never did notice but you still hide away &lt;br /&gt;the anger of angels who won't return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's everything you want, he's everything you need.&lt;br /&gt;He's everything inside of you that you wish you could be.&lt;br /&gt;He says all the right things at exactly the right time.&lt;br /&gt;But he means nothing to you and you don't know why."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-113259596970009599?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/113259596970009599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/113259596970009599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113259596970009599' title='Happy Little Narwhal!'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-113234499276155594</id><published>2005-11-18T12:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T12:16:32.806-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Goblet of Satire</title><content type='html'>Mood - groggy a bit but content&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Poe - Trigger Happy Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I went this very early morning (12AM) to see the first showing of the new Harry Potter movie.  I'm very glad that I did because it was so freaking awesome.  I may not have seen the third movie but because I've read the books (up to the fifth where I stopped and need to go back and start again) I wasn't really all that upset about skipping movies.  Hell, I really enjoyed the fourth book the best anyhow so I really couldn't wait to see what they did to make it into a movie.  It was really damned good and I can't say anything here lest I give shit away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW Peter, I don't enjoy games from movies where all you do is play the movie again.  In &lt;b&gt;The Matrix: Path of Neo&lt;/b&gt;, you don't just play the movie... there are parts to the story that you can play differently, such as in the scene where Neo is being guided by Morpheus around his office to try to get away from the agents.  You can get captured but also you can see what happens if you make it to the roof.  So yeah, I don't also dislike movie games.  It's just with LoTR games, it tends to be just that... the movie over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more thing before I go, last night while at the theatres I met a bunch of people from my cousin Nathan's group of friends (either from Cosumnes River College or from the LARP he goes to) and I have to say, they were a pretty interesting bunch.  From talk of setting people on fire to mistakingly calling butterscotch "buttersnatch" and therefore creating a new sexual word, yeah, I was pretty entertained.  I also know GP wouldn't have been too happy because they were commenting every so often on the movie.  Only it wasn't just a run of the mill comment... no, these were a straight out puns on dialogue and story plot.  I too occasionally did some so I kow that Glen wouldn't have been able to stand that crowd.  It's ok though, he'll go see it with Hurst and a probably more sane crowd of people.  In any case, I apparently look like Hitler with my mustache so yeah.  Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why do you make me feel like this?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you gotta be such a dick?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you make me feel like this?&lt;br /&gt;Why do you gotta be such a dick? (I'm feeling sick.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I hate myself just enough to want him&lt;br /&gt;but I hate him just enough to get off.&lt;br /&gt;And I understand him; maybe I'm just crazy enough to love him.&lt;br /&gt;Why not? (Why not?)"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-113234499276155594?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/113234499276155594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/113234499276155594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113234499276155594' title='Goblet of Satire'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-113199242829359131</id><published>2005-11-14T10:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T10:33:41.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was Glenful: The Second Coming</title><content type='html'>Mood - content&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Dr. Mario Theme (because my mind is on Smash Brothers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bobandgeorge.com/Subcomics/Metroid/Archive/Metroid256.png" onmouseover="window.status='Metroid: Third Derivative is copyrighted by Reynard';return true" alt="It hurts so bad..." width="400" height="300" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, that hurts my head so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;b&gt;ANYWHO&lt;/b&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;a onmouseover="window.status='May 2005';return true" href="http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_chouinierebacca_archive.html" target="_blannk"&gt;It&lt;/a&gt; may not be very fresh in your memory, but it has been one of my titles before. And it happened again... I was over at Glen's house every single day last week and yesterday. So yeah, I did a lot of shit with Glen this week. Between &lt;b&gt;Psychonauts&lt;/b&gt;, &lt;b&gt;The Matrix: Path of Neo&lt;/b&gt;, and what turned out to be some excellent conversations of Friday, I'd say this past week of jam - packed!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, I finally saw the &lt;b&gt;Firefly&lt;/b&gt; movie. Glen and I had to travel to &lt;b&gt;EMERYVILLE&lt;/b&gt; to see it but it was worth it. I can't believe that there's only one place in northern California that's still playing the movie... that's just sad. But it's ok because we got to see the movie, have some dinner at Denny's, and watch Glen kick more ass in The Path of Neo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I leave you with two things. One, pray I get a new job because I need more money than I'm making right now. And two, the emperor is a bastard:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.shortpacked.com/comics/20051114hurts.png" onmouseover="window.status='Shortpacked is copyrighted by Dave Willis';return true" alt="The emperor is a bastard." width="500" height="751" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-113199242829359131?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/113199242829359131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/113199242829359131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113199242829359131' title='It Was Glenful: The Second Coming'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-113156446550152988</id><published>2005-11-09T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T11:28:55.406-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Josh Needs...</title><content type='html'>Mood - amused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's an interesting little game I found over on Peter Ruibal's blog... yeah, that's right.  Mr. Ruibal seems to be updating his blog again.  So that's cool.  Anyway, the game goes as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You go to google and you put in quotation marks, "[firstname] needs" and grab the first ten or so results.&lt;/i&gt; excerpt from Mr. Ruibal's (Sir Twank) Blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are my results:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh needs our help and prayer. (Me: I sure do, Mr. Pope.)&lt;br /&gt;Josh needs to fix it. (Me: What's "it?")&lt;br /&gt;Josh needs a laptop foundation. (Me: What the hell is a laptop foundation?!)&lt;br /&gt;Josh needs a holiday or just a cuddle? (Me: BOTH.)&lt;br /&gt;Josh needs remedial spelling lessons pronto! (Me: That's friggin' hilarious!)&lt;br /&gt;Josh needs needs you! (Me: I do?)&lt;br /&gt;Josh needs a new bicycle. (Me: Screw the bike... I've got a Sentra!)&lt;br /&gt;Josh needs to do something about some car. (Me: I'm way ahead on that one.)&lt;br /&gt;Josh needs to be in the same term limit window as the next governor and other&lt;br /&gt;statewide offices. (Me: I didn't know what half of that even meant and yet somehow I need it.)&lt;br /&gt;Josh needs support to learn how to express anger appropriately. (Me: Oh, go fuck yourself.)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun! BTW, if you read this one first, there is another post for today below this one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-113156446550152988?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/113156446550152988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/113156446550152988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113156446550152988' title='Josh Needs...'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-113156172242838551</id><published>2005-11-09T09:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T11:59:53.033-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEWS FLASH</title><content type='html'>Mood - happier than I was on Monday&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Trocadero - Steady Ride (Gun Metal Green)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We interrupt my web browsing to bring you this special new bulletin.  I am actually a deep - voiced... oh wait, wrong news flash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.penny-arcade.com/images/2005/20051109l.jpg" onmouseover="window.status='Penny Arcade is copyrighted by Mike Krahulik and Jerry Holkins';return true" border="0" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.penny-arcade.com/images/2005/20051109l.jpg" width="525" height="273" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah, there we go.  I swear, when Penny Arcade makes me laugh it's a good thing... especially when they do really fucking strange things, like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.penny-arcade.com/images/2003/20030815l.gif" onmouseover="window.status='Penny Arcade is copyrighted by Mike Krahulik and Jerry Holkins';return true" border="0" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.penny-arcade.com/images/2003/20030815l.gif" width="525" height="267" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had something else to say but in my search for the full names of the authors of Penny Arcade, I lost it.  So yeah, we return me to my regularly scheduled web browsing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - If you couldn't read those very well, just click on them to get to the original sizes.  I had to scale them down to fit into post posting area here.  A'ight, later y'alls!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gun metal green... prettiest that I've seen.&lt;br /&gt;I've nothing to hide and you've nothing to hide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd trust you at the wheel even if we're going down.&lt;br /&gt;Our love is made of steel; last us 'til the underground.&lt;br /&gt;Steady and surreal in a world of lost and found.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took out the trash, paid my bills all in cash.&lt;br /&gt;Nothing to hide and it's summer outside."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-113156172242838551?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/113156172242838551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/113156172242838551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113156172242838551' title='NEWS FLASH'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-113140116577868789</id><published>2005-11-07T13:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-07T14:23:20.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Doesn't Like Me</title><content type='html'>Mood - pissed off with life&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Dennis Leary - Life's Gonna Suck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I suppose I haven't been to good to life either.  In any case, the following is something I posted on the Red vs. Blue forums in my journal.  I know it's long and it's unedited so some of it may not make sense outside of the context of the RvB forums.  But I'm feeling like a lazy, ass - hole right now and I don't care.  So if you are TRULY and HONESTLY interested about understanding anything I say here, give me a call and I'll try to sort through my emotional baggage (heh, &lt;b&gt;Psychonauts&lt;/b&gt; joke).  Rant is as follows:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;You know what sucks the most about being a college student? Needing money and not having enough. Seriously, I'm sure we can all agree that money makes this world go 'round (whoever thought that this was a great idea needs to take a look into the future realize, "Whoops, I fucked up didn't I?") And because money seems to make the world go around, I get to be a little poor bastard wishing he had a life. Schooling aside (because that's a different matter and I'll talk about it later), money makes my life a living hell. I want things, there's no question of the matter; I want to have entertainment in my life whether I have the time for it or not. So when things like a fesking broken down car (piece of crap required me to get it fixed a month ago and I needed to be mobile so I broke down and now I owe my parents $300) begin to happen, I get irritated that I no longer have a steady income. What I have is me needing to live paycheck to paycheck; this doesn't work to provide me with entertainment at all. So then I have to revert to doing shit that may nor be healthy (like buy games when I know that I need to save money whenever possible).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, the title of this post was being a non - sponsor, totally went absent minded on that for a minute. Yeah, I'm stupid. I wanted to sponsor but forgot, I gots no money in teh bank account (at least none for such a luxury as seeing my beloved RvB characters spout hilarity for my personal enjoyment). God, luxury... I wish that word didn't have to be used when referring to items that can be bought when one has the extra expenditory resources. But it does mean that and that means that I shouldn't be buying them. But there I was at Gamestop last Friday, buying a copy of Smash Bros. Melee just so that my brother's copy could come back home with me to my house in Rancho Cordova.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there's another piece of this puzzle; for those who don't know (which is about all of you), I recently moved from my childhood home of 19 years to a new house out in Rancho Cordova (which recently gained cityhood here in the Sacramento county of California). As a sidenote, if you get tired of me detailing every last god forsaken thing just skip ahead to the juicy meat of journalism that I do here. God, I'm stupid. Anyhow... I moved. Now don't get me wrong, I freaking like it out there better than in the ghetto of Southgate. Seriously, I don't have to be as worried that some fruitcake, bastardized idiot is going to come up and punch a hole through a window out in Rancho Cordova. Oh yeah, ask me about that one later (good story if you like getting freaked out at work kind of events). But the fact that I have to drive out to South Sacramento to get to work and school doesn't give me any extra cash because gas prices still suck (even though they're going down) and needing to eat doesn't help my wallet either because I'M ALWAYS OUT OF THE HEADQUARTERS (as I like to call it since I really don't feel like I have a home anymore, just a homebase if you will). So since I'm out of the house, guess what I get to do? Waste my money on expensive fattening foods that take away both huge chunks out of my paycheck and life considering I'm sure I'm going to die of some sort of fast food related over eating kind of shit. And the problem is, I'm probably going to just wallow in this pig STW. Reason being is that I have royally fucked up my schooling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez, didn't mean to rant but I've just got to do it. Maybe someone out there can either tell me what the fuck to do, push me in the direction to go because shit I can't seem to it for myself, or just generally comfort my ass as I land on the ground from a four thousand mile drop of shear fucking stupidity. Anywho, back to school; I screwed it up. I can't seem to get myself to continue going to classes. And even the ones that I don't stop going to, I do stupid shit like procrastinate doing my essay for it so that it's totally fesking impossible to do it. If you get tired of cursing or fake curses there of, I hope you have a censor on your computer because this things full of shit like that. In any case, yeah, school is fucked. So what the hell do I do? Do I try to go to classes again next semester, wasting yet another $381 on what might end being a repeat of history? Do I try to get a job out there in the real world which seems to think that people like me should just die rather than hire me and give me a chance to better society and myself? Or do I just continue on the path I'm on and hope for the best? Shit, none of these situations seems likely to turn up anything positive. I suppose the only thing I can do is live one day at a time and stop spending money in the stupidest places.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and if you're wondering where the hell I've been for so many months, these forums just got really boring to me. I remember when I first joined a year ago you could post practically anything. Shit, I wouldn't mind being able to bash on n00bs again. But apparently, everything these days has to be kosher and politically correct. So instead, there are so many freaking rules that I don't even know if I can post the word "floccinaucinihilipilification" without getting banned from the site. I just wish there was something to do. With most of the old forum topics having been overdone and overtalked about and with the what appears to me to be the disappearance of forum games (like my quoting game if anyone of the 35 friends I have here remembers), there seems to be absolutely nothing of interest for me here. I remember so many different topics and drawings and ideas floating around. Maybe it's 'cause I haven't been involved for so long that I can't see a reason to rejoin. But I do know one thing that probably lead to my eventual almost complete disappearance from these forums... that would be the departure of a good friend of mine from these forums. His name here was Bvhjdbvkjf.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bvhjdbvkjf was, in my opinion, one of the coolest people to have ever graced these forums with his presence. He knew a lot about the forum community type people and how to run things excellently. He and I endeavored on a website project that never really took off but was very much a cool idea and if we ever get it going again I will be very happy. Someday I intend to contact him again when I have the time. Our thread about how to do the basics of these forums got a pretty big response. We both were tired of being surrounded by idiots who didn't listen to those of us trying help them understand how to work the forums and also we were tired of hearing the smart people say that there was no way to help these people so just bash them. While I do enjoy a good thrashing of a n00b from time to time, I still say that imparting knowledge betters them and you in a way that insults just cannot touch. So when that thread about every basic nuance of the RvB forums got locked, we decided that it was time to put it into website form. We called ourselves "The Anime - Zing! Team" (based of our mutual love for anime and the mod point called Zing!) and we tried to create a website filled with our different interests. Even though that project failed, I restored that same tutorial about the Rooster Teeth forums and how to work it's basic functions so that it would not go quietly into the void. You can find it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry about the boring history lesson but it's just me being nostalgic. I absolutely loved Bvhjdbvkjf's company here on the forums and was sad to see him go. I really wasn't pleased with his attitudes towards himself but that's another story and one which I'm not qualified to tell. Bvhjdbvkjf will be missed. My point here is that I believe that once Bvhjdbvkjf left the site, things began to change. The forum moderators began to get tougher and tougher on everything. Some people might remember the "Don't Be A Jerk Day" forum that spawned the eventual banning of any n00b bashing in these forums. That's good thing, yes. But it seems to me that it also led to the shortening of what people could do in the forums. I swear, I wouldn't feel safe trying to type anything out in a thread because I fear that anything remotely relating to anything random and fun would be suppressed. Goddamn, I sound like an idiot, don't I? I've been rambling on since who knows when I started typing this out. All I wanted to talk about was my money situation. And now I'm on the forum conditions? What the crap? I just wish there was something I could do about my life. Well, I'm going to go and I'm going to see what these two pieces of ranting stir up. Mayhaps I've written an essay here that I can turn into my teacher, eh? Probably not, considering I was supposed to write on the movie Twelve Angry Men. I hope you all have a great time here because I can't see myself having any fun soon (which means someone should have fun if I can't). Alright, ranting Lantern/Ranma/Captain Falcon/whatever the hell you want to call me signing off.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - You may notice I changed my comics links around again.  I got rid of two that I got bored of (6x9 College and Zebra Girl), got rid of Neko the Kitty 'cause they haven't updated for a long time and I just don't care anymore, I added Discordia (which is one I have been reading just never got around to adding it 'til now), and I added the two Bob &amp; George sub - comics that I've been reading but haven't had linked until now.  So yeah, I'm at 18 comics total.  Does anyone remember my previous count? Does anybody really care?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Life's gonna suck when you grow up, when you grow up, when you grow up!&lt;br /&gt;Life's gonna suck when you grow up; it sucks pretty bad right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey! If you know the words, Sing along!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna have to mow the lawn, do the dishes, make your bed.&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna have to go to school until you're seventeen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(It's gonna seem about three times as long as that!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might have to go to war, shoot a gun, kill a nun.&lt;br /&gt;You might have to go to war, when you get out of school.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Hey, cheer up kids, it gets a lot worse!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna have to deal with stress, deal with stress, deal with stress!&lt;br /&gt;You're gonna be a giant mess when you get back from the war."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-113140116577868789?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/113140116577868789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/113140116577868789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113140116577868789' title='Life Doesn&apos;t Like Me'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-113106047948575254</id><published>2005-11-03T15:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T15:27:59.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'>FALCON SKATE!!!</title><content type='html'>Mood - amused&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Poe - Dolphin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get bored, you should run for the hills.  Because then I start doing things like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6844/233/320/CaptFalconSkate.jpg" width="640" height="480" alt="FALCON SKATE!!!" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There's a broken beam inside of the big big bridge. &lt;br /&gt;I guess that whole thing is caving in. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe it is time I learn how to swim; &lt;br /&gt;I'll be a dolphin, I'll be a dolphin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I'm breaking down &lt;br /&gt;and other times I think that I'm fine.&lt;br /&gt;But something got into my engine (It slowed me down).&lt;br /&gt;Now I gotta turn this whole thing around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be a dolphin, &lt;br /&gt;gonna be a dolphin. &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be a dolphin,&lt;br /&gt;gonna be a dolphin."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-113106047948575254?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/113106047948575254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/113106047948575254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113106047948575254' title='FALCON SKATE!!!'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-113087932218149329</id><published>2005-11-01T12:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-01T13:16:49.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Evil Queen</title><content type='html'>Mood - kinda tired but hopeful&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy crap, did I have the most interesting customer come through my drive - thru last night.  Ok, so it's Halloween and I should be expecting some people to come throught with a costume on.  But this one woman just made me laugh (and not with her but at her).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's the dealie: this woman comes on to drive - thru and orders one burger.  I ask he if she'd like anything else (such as soda or some dessert) just like I'm supposed to and she gets all uppety about me asking such a thing.  So before she gets to the window, I'm already thinking she's sort of a bitchy person about thing; low and behold, she's dressed as the evil queen from the story of &lt;u&gt;Snow White&lt;/u&gt;.  She evens says to someone on her cel - phone, "The evil queen bitch is hungry."  I was going to comment on the costume but after hearing that, there was no need.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm thinking she's ok and I'm ok with her.  But then she goes and asks me if the burger patty was fresh.  Her reason for asking: &lt;b&gt;BECAUSE I GOT THE BURGER TO HER SO FAST&lt;/b&gt;! First off, if it wasn't fast food then it wouldn't be called &lt;u&gt;FAST FOOD&lt;/u&gt;.  Secondly, we get our food out faster at late night (I believe it was about 11:30PM, somewhere around there) because we've got less people to serve since dine - in is closed and people don't usually want food at such a late time (at least, not on a Monday).  Plus, she only ordered one burger... what are you thinking, we're going to pain stakingly kill the cow in the restaurant? Goddamn, I'm not that sadistic.  ORDER UP! *MOOOOOOO!!!* Was that a cow? Yes, now here's your order... go away.  Long story short (too late), yeah lady, it's fresh! I explain to her in a slightly (understatement) nicer fashion that our burgers are fresh.  Once again, I think I'm out into the clear when she drives off and says, "I had better not talk to no mirrors."  That really loses it's touch when it's just written but what she meant was that she had better have a fresh burger or else.  But instead of just saying that, she used a cheesy reference to the character she was dressed as.  I couldn't help but laugh after she left.  "I had better not talk to no mirrors" ? Dear lord, that's just cheesy and sad.  And that was my Halloween funny story.  How about you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Robin Williams doesn't sing... most of the time..."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-113087932218149329?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/113087932218149329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/113087932218149329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113087932218149329' title='Evil Queen'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-113034406093951941</id><published>2005-10-26T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T09:27:40.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jack Thompson</title><content type='html'>Mood - entertained&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Led Zepplin - Rock And Roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The web - comic &lt;b&gt;Shortpacked&lt;/b&gt; has started their own little shpeil... shpeel... ah, who cares how it's spelled... in any case, they have started a little storyline dealing with the whole Jack Thompson crap.  There have only been two comics on it (starting with &lt;a href="http://www.shortpacked.com/d/20051024.html" onmouseover="window.status='Start here!';return true" target="_blank"&gt;this one&lt;/a&gt;) so it shouldn't be hard for you to start on it.  Just thought I'd share because I've found it to be humorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's been a long time since I rock and rolled.&lt;br /&gt;It's been a long time since I did the stroll.&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, let me get it back, let me get it back, let me get it back.&lt;br /&gt;Baby, where I come from; it's been a long time, been a long time, &lt;br /&gt;been a long, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely, lonely time.  Yes it has."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-113034406093951941?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/113034406093951941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/113034406093951941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113034406093951941' title='Jack Thompson'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-113017054460619664</id><published>2005-10-24T08:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T11:08:14.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Divorce Sale</title><content type='html'>Mood - enjoying life in Rancho Cordova (oh, that's not really a mood is it?)&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Paul Oakenfold - Starry Eyed Surprise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I'm driving down 24th Street this morning and I happen to catch a glimpse of one of those cardboard signs people put on street light poles.  Now it wouldn't have been much and I would have ignored it if it hadn't been for the very strange words written on this sign.  That's right, it read, "Divorce Sale."  Now don't get me wrong, I have nothing against sales of any kind.  It's just I would hate to go browsing on this person's lawn.  Reason? I have four; one for each situation that I could encounter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(1) Ex - Husband Who Initiated Divorce Conducting Sale&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Hi there, can you help me sir?&lt;br /&gt;Ex H - Sure! And if you're looking for anything for the lady, I swiped some langerie on my way out the door.&lt;br /&gt;Me - What was that?&lt;br /&gt;Ex H - Nothing, nothing.  *pause*  You looking for any jewelry? I got some really nice pieces from the ex's purse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(2) Ex - Husband Whose Wife Initiated Divorce Conducting Sale&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Hi there, can you help me sir?&lt;br /&gt;Ex H - NO, I CAN'T!!! CAN'T YOU SEE I'M GRIEVING??!?!&lt;br /&gt;Me - Uh, yeah... I can now.&lt;br /&gt;Ex H - JUST TAKE SOMETHING AND GET THE HELL OUT OF HERE!! OH, MARSHA!! WHY?! WHY DID YOU LEAVE ME??!?!&lt;br /&gt;Me - Yeeeeaaaaahhhh... I'll be leaving now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(3) Ex - Wife Who Initiated Divorce Conducting Sale&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Hi there, can you help me ma'am?&lt;br /&gt;Ex W - Sure.  Are you looking for any electronics? I got a bunch of useless junk from that no good, son of a bitch, donkey shit eating, pusbucket, pussy boy who dared call himself a man.&lt;br /&gt;Me - WHAT?!&lt;br /&gt;Ex W - Oh, I'm sorry.  I was just letting off steam.  Now where were we?&lt;br /&gt;Me - I was leaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;(4) Ex - Wife Whose Husband Initiated Divorce Conducting Sale&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me - Hi there, can you help me ma'am?&lt;br /&gt;Ex W - Sure.  Are you looking for any electronics? I got a bunch of useless junk...&lt;br /&gt;(I'm pretty sure we've already been over this, just add some crying here and there.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~Fin&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT (9:33 AM) - Oh, and because for some stupid reason MySpace isn't opening up on this computer, here's this little funny tidbit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com/comics/20051024.jpg" width="625" height="790" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Once again, I find myself with my friends;&lt;br /&gt;dancing the night away, it's like the party never ends. &lt;br /&gt;Then again we don’t want it to stop,&lt;br /&gt;'cause tonight's the night; it goes sweatbox,&lt;br /&gt;laser beams, flashing lights, wild cards,&lt;br /&gt;Men from Mars dressed in Stars and stripes.&lt;br /&gt;Eclectic electric; ladies of the evening &lt;br /&gt;drinking booze and mingling,&lt;br /&gt;mashing to the music.  I can do anything.&lt;br /&gt;Freaky, dicky star speckles and pink butterflies&lt;br /&gt;and life is nice, so nice.&lt;br /&gt;I walk into a club and I’ve found paradise.&lt;br /&gt;I’m seeing stars, I can’t believe my eyes."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-113017054460619664?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/113017054460619664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/113017054460619664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#113017054460619664' title='Divorce Sale'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-112966508050105462</id><published>2005-10-18T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T12:51:20.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I Annoying?</title><content type='html'>Mood - amused&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://kittys.ytmnd.com/" onmouseover="window.status='Whatever will you do?';return true" target="_blank"&gt;You be the judge.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-112966508050105462?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112966508050105462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112966508050105462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112966508050105462' title='Am I Annoying?'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-112966212891455119</id><published>2005-10-18T11:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T12:02:08.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Firefly</title><content type='html'>Mood - no idea, I'm just me&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Kylie Minogue - Can't Get You Out Of My Head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure someone is glad I didn't post all the la - la - las that she sings.  But that's not the point today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, today's title has two meanings.  First off, Peter commented on my last post to update my blog.  I really don't understand people anymore.  You won't comment on the post itself but you'll use the comments to badger me into posting? What the crap? In any case, here I am posting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second off, I've actually started watching the show &lt;b&gt;Firefly&lt;/b&gt; at my cousin's house.  It's pretty good; I like the combination of the Western, Asian, and space genres.  Very well done I have to say.  With me, I'm not to big on other space stories (other meaning other than the two big ones, ie: Star Wars and Star Trek).  But this is not your typical space story.  Most ideas that people come up with now that take place in space usually either stay there in space or the planets that the characters visit are very barren and uncivilized.  But &lt;b&gt;Firefly&lt;/b&gt; has all the planets and terrains that people visit set up in a modern fashion.  Even some of the technology used is modern (ie: revolvers and shotguns instead of all laser guns), which really gives for a very westerny, cowboys and indians feel to the action.  I like it and I'm sticking to it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I just can't get you out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, your loving is all I think about.&lt;br /&gt;I just can't get you out of my head.&lt;br /&gt;Boy, it's more than I dare to think about."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-112966212891455119?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112966212891455119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112966212891455119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112966212891455119' title='Firefly'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-112914401309395131</id><published>2005-10-12T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T12:06:53.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Here's More Fuel To The Fire</title><content type='html'>The following is the postings of &amp;quot;Gabe&amp;quot; from the web - comic, Penny Arcade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack Thompson&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed, October 12 2005 - 10:49 AM&lt;br /&gt;by: Gabe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may have seen Jack&amp;rsquo;s proposal mentioned on various news sites. He&amp;rsquo;s offering 10 grand to charity if a game developer makes a game based on his insane proposal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I got his email address and I went ahead and sent Jack a note this morning: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 grand is pretty weak man. Through our charity www.childsplaycharity.org gamers have given over half a million dollars in toys and cash to children’s hospitals all over the country. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I&amp;rsquo;ll let you know if he responds. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The fact is when we kick off Child’s Play 2005 on November 1st we&amp;rsquo;ll be going global. We&amp;rsquo;ll be delivering videogames and toys to children&amp;rsquo;s hospitals all over the world now. I don&amp;rsquo;t think there&amp;rsquo;s any better response to Jack&amp;rsquo;s insane ramblings than that. Maybe Jack would like to donate his 10 grand to Child&amp;rsquo;s Play, that could buy a lot of Game Boys. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gabe out &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wed, October 12 2005 - 11:48 AM&lt;br /&gt;by: Gabe &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My email sig had my phone number in it. Jack actually just called and screamed at me for a couple minutes. He said if I email him again I will &amp;quot;regret it&amp;quot;. What a violent man. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Gabe out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear lord, what idiots there are in this world.  I just love how right Gabe is and yet how blind Mr. Thompson is.  May he burn in hell... I mean, may his soul rest in *cough cough*   Sorry, I couldn't complete that sentence on account of my brain won't let me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-112914401309395131?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112914401309395131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112914401309395131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112914401309395131' title='And Here&apos;s More Fuel To The Fire'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-112913501830268207</id><published>2005-10-12T09:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T11:09:15.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know I Said I Wouldn't Post Anymore Comics Here...</title><content type='html'>...but this is too important to just put on MySpace where no one seems to care what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ctrlaltdel-online.com/comics/20051012.jpg" width="625" height="790" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-112913501830268207?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112913501830268207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112913501830268207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112913501830268207' title='I Know I Said I Wouldn&apos;t Post Anymore Comics Here...'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-112835632902460128</id><published>2005-10-03T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-04T10:56:23.516-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Move</title><content type='html'>Mood - tired and unhappy&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Hoobastank - The Reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we moved to the new house this weekend... and I didn't.  Yeah, here's the dealie.  My car decided last Thursday was the perfect time to break down.  This meant I had no transportation.  So I wanted to get it fixed except I don't have enough money yet for how much it's projected to cost.  This means I'll be at my cousin's house for a while.  Oh yeah, did I mention I'm living out of my cousin's house now? Yeah, this is what I get because I have no car.  I have to stay out here in Southgate so that I'm close to work and school.  I'm not a happy person... and then to throw on top of that the lack of sleep since I had to get up early this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, I'm fine... well, sort of.  I also didn't get to organize my room in the new house since I was busy trying to do something with my car yesterday.  Of all my rotten luck, the stupid starter is like buried inside the hood and is almost impossible to reach.  Did I forget to mention it was the starter? Shut up, I'm tired. :P  Anyway, yeah so I have a bunch of boxes lying around my room in the new house.  Yippee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the final piece of news is actually good news: my mother is fine.  I know I only told Glen about this but my mother had to go in for surgery this morning.  I just called my father and he told me that the tumor they found on her ovary wasn't cancerous, just a fibroid tumor.  Those are apparently very common and they don't even have to take it out.  So she comes home today and it's all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm tired.  I seriously do not want to do this again.  My father brought a bunch of clothes over last night so that would have changes of clothes for while I'm staying at Nathan's.  He was also supposed to bring my backpack but he forgot.  So I had to get up an hour earlier than usual to tag along with my uncle as he dropped off my cousin Renee at school and my aunt at work before going to the new house to get my backpack.  I know Glen, you were still up before me but my body isn't used to getting poor sleep no matter how long I have had a poor sleeping habit.  Well, I digress.  So I'll leave you with the quote of the week and say, adieu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm not a perfect person.&lt;br /&gt;There's many thing I wish I didn't do.&lt;br /&gt;But I continue learning;&lt;br /&gt;I never meant to do those things to you.&lt;br /&gt;And so I have to say before I go&lt;br /&gt;that I just want you to know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've found a reason for m;&lt;br /&gt;to change who I used to be.&lt;br /&gt;A reason to start over new&lt;br /&gt;and the reason is you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-112835632902460128?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112835632902460128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112835632902460128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_10_01_archive.html#112835632902460128' title='The Move'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-112792834975072301</id><published>2005-09-28T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T10:25:49.803-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Rescind My Previous Comments</title><content type='html'>Mood - happy&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Weezer - Beverly Hills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I may or may not be moving this weekend after all.  It all depends on how fast the papers go through.  As soon as we get the key is when we can do this stuff.  So I'll keep you all posted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I have quite an announcement to make.  I actually have a definite want now in the next - gen console war coming up.  It's going to surprise some as I was so hard headed against it in the first place.  But I saw something last night from G4TV's reports from the Tokyo Game Show in Japan that changed my mind.  Ok, so you all remember this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.1up.com/media?id=2308851" height="303" width="100" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I was upset.  But then I saw the video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.1up.com/do/download?cId=3141680" onmouseover="window.status='Nintendo Revolution controller video';return true" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.1up.com/do/download?cId=3141680&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and realized that I should have waited for more information to turn up before opening my mouth.  So next time you talk to me, don't tell me I told you so if that's what you were thinking when you read my post called "Revolution My Ass", just take solice in the fact that I've learned something here.  In any case, I'm now very intrigued by the Revolution.  I mean, being able to play a FPS with the nunchuck controller add - on or the drums thing from the video or even FREAKING AWESOME SWORD PLAY!!! As Adam Sessler was saying last night on G4TV, once you start thinking about the different things you could do with this one can't help but get excited.  Of course, there will still be the peripherals to stick on a normal controller (which will most likely be totally necessary for Smash Bros.  And I will buy those as well... but now I have a clear cut winner.  Besides, it seems as though Nintendo won't be selling their console for the insane prices that PS3 and XBOX 360 are going for.  I R happy about that very much so.  The Nintendo president, Satoru Iwata, said that they don't have a definite price yet but because they are trying to bring in new people to the gaming world who aren't gamers already, they need to make the console affordable because your grandma or reclusive neighbor isn't going to shell out $400 or $500 dollars for something.  Now that your done here, please read the post below this as it too has something important to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where I come from isn't all that great.&lt;br /&gt;My automobile is a piece of crap.&lt;br /&gt;My fashion sense is a little whack.&lt;br /&gt;And my friends are just as screwy as me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't go to boarding schools.&lt;br /&gt;Preppie girls never looked at me.&lt;br /&gt;Why should they, I ain't nobody;&lt;br /&gt;got nothing in my pocket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beverly Hills!&lt;br /&gt;That's where I want to be! (Baby! Baby!)&lt;br /&gt;Livin' in Beverly Hills!&lt;br /&gt;Beverly Hills!&lt;br /&gt;Rolling like a celebrity! (Baby! Baby!)&lt;br /&gt;Livin' in Beverly Hills!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-112792834975072301?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112792834975072301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112792834975072301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112792834975072301' title='I Rescind My Previous Comments'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-112792693463624642</id><published>2005-09-28T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-28T10:02:14.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Been Blogging For Two Years Now...</title><content type='html'>...and oh my goodness, does that feel very strange to me.  My blogger has seen multiple remodels, the addition of more and more sidebar crap, a quote of the week system addition, and much more.  I feel very happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to celebrate my Blogger, I want to give to you who read it a chance to win something from me.  That's right, the very few people who read my Blogger are going to get $5 bucks from my next paycheck for the following accomplishment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find the very first time that I, Joshua Chouiniere, made a spelling error without correcting it in a blog post.  I found it and I know where it exists.  Can you find it? Have fun y'all! Go, go find it.  There's nothing more here.  GO AWAY!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-112792693463624642?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112792693463624642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112792693463624642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112792693463624642' title='I&apos;ve Been Blogging For Two Years Now...'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-112785309074003226</id><published>2005-09-27T13:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T14:16:58.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting Our Move On</title><content type='html'>Mood - happy&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Natasha Bedingfield - These Words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’m moving this weekend.  That’s right, it’s finally happening.  No more house on Cedar Rock &lt;:( , no more... well, we never did hang at my house anymore did we guys? But still, I’ve had all my memories from 2 years old to the present in that house.  I’m going to miss it.  The neighborhood I won’t miss because South Gate and G Parkway (as it will forever be known as) suck ass.  So as soon as I know when EXACTLY that we’ll be getting our move on, I’ll see if you guys can come help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ooh, I had fun this morning.  I got to write an angry note and stick it on someone’s windshield.  I’m sorry if they get mad but they deserve to be chewed out for what they did.  Ok, there was a stop sign where this person was heading so they were slowing down.  To their right was a parking spot that was free but there were white stripes (heh) painted on the ground to signify that you were not allowed to enter from that person’s direction.  At the same time, another car that was in the parking lot already was approaching that same spot.  So what does the idiot at the stop sign do? They turn into the parking lot illegally and take the spot that should have rightfully been taken by the person already driving through the lot.  I’m telling you, this person deserved to be chewed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"These words are my own; from my heart flown.&lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you, I love you, I love you! &lt;br /&gt;There's no other way to better say, &lt;br /&gt;'I love you! I love you!' "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-112785309074003226?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112785309074003226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112785309074003226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112785309074003226' title='Getting Our Move On'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-112724469001344096</id><published>2005-09-20T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-20T12:31:30.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Begins With An M and Ends With A 4</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.konami.jp/gs/kojima_pro/movie/tgs2005_mgs4.asx" onmouseover="window.status='Teh happiness...';return true" target="_blank"&gt;Want to see something really freaking awesome?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-112724469001344096?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112724469001344096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112724469001344096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112724469001344096' title='It Begins With An M and Ends With A 4'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-112688852799828715</id><published>2005-09-16T09:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T09:35:28.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolution My Ass</title><content type='html'>Mood - scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between high prices and &lt;a href="http://www.1up.com/do/newsStory?cId=3143782" onmouseover="window.status='Dear lord...';return true" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;, I have a feeling I'll be staying with the previous genereation of gaming for quite some time.  Hell, I still want an N64...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-112688852799828715?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112688852799828715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112688852799828715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112688852799828715' title='Revolution My Ass'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-112688740894506826</id><published>2005-09-16T09:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T09:16:48.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who Wears The Pants In This Family?</title><content type='html'>Mood - tired but happy&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Franz Ferdinand - Take Me Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this has nothing to do with my family.  But it does have everything to do with pants.  It seems every year I mark via my blog when it is I start wearing pants.  Well, if you were awake this morning (and lived in Sacramento) you'd notice all that wind blowing about.  Being one not to be cold (because my version of cold is different than your version of cold... and yours too... and you over there, your version of cold is only slightly different than mine), I put on pants.  Now the last time I talked about this was September 19th of last year.  Good going weather, you keep on making it earlier every year (all be it, only three days earlier).  But I suppose that's what I get for living on planet Earth.  Mother Nature loves to screw around and she isn't one to nurture; no, this mother hates your guts and wants to see you dance.  And by jove, I don't want to so I just obey the laws of... um... mother...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You ever wonder just what the hell is going to happen next? You know, when you have things to do and you have a plan for today but the future is sort of hazy (though not completely bleak) and your kind of wondering what's going to transpire? That's how I'm feeling right now.  I've got some stuff to do today and I've got a few concerns, but other than that I'm completely fine.  I've got no real worries and that worries me.  I'm usually so pessimistic about my future.  Is that because I started making steps to actually make it better? Could this possibly be a turn around? I have no freakin' idea but I'm sure that I'm headed in the right direction.  This is a good place to be and I want to stay on the course I'm making.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DVD PROGRESS:&lt;br /&gt;I still haven't talked to Glen about making the DVD.  However, I want to do one more thing for it before we make it so it'll take a while... :P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I say don't you know.&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I say... take me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say you don't show.&lt;br /&gt;Don't move, time is slow.&lt;br /&gt;I say... take me out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;You say you don't know.&lt;br /&gt;I say... take me out!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-112688740894506826?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112688740894506826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112688740894506826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112688740894506826' title='Who Wears The Pants In This Family?'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-112611430591811483</id><published>2005-09-07T10:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T10:31:45.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never You Mind II</title><content type='html'>Well, it seems that my hopes for this blog to look like it did are only dreams... oh well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-112611430591811483?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112611430591811483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112611430591811483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112611430591811483' title='Never You Mind II'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-112568042513240238</id><published>2005-09-02T09:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T10:00:25.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Never You Mind</title><content type='html'>...about the crappy looking blog here.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-112568042513240238?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112568042513240238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112568042513240238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112568042513240238' title='Never You Mind'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-112561491791760183</id><published>2005-09-01T15:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T10:30:01.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Comics &amp; New Look (Again)</title><content type='html'>Mood - cold&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Linkin Park - Nobody's Listening&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, once again I have a problem with code that I can't seem to solve.  So how do we solve the unsolvable? We start over and make the best of it.  It's kind of nice to have my sidebar on the left again though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the comics, yeah, there are more that I read now.  As well as some that I stopped reading for various reasons.  I warn you that a couple of these have storylines that you may consider weird.  I've already given a warning for &lt;b&gt;Venus Envy&lt;/b&gt; in the window status and the alt for the image.  I also would like to warn that for &lt;b&gt;Powerpuff Girls Doujinshi&lt;/b&gt; that you have the following qualities:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You have ever watched AND liked most of the cartoons that you've seen on Cartoon Network and Nickelodeon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You don't give a rat's ass if someone takes all those cartoons and shoves them together into one universe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. You aren't opposed to anime style drawings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, here's a list of the new comics with their respective names:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://epsilon.applepics.com/52/userfiles/43173ecf5e578.jpg" alt="Abstract Gender" width="88" height="31" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Abstract Gender&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gamma.applepics.com/7/userfiles/431737644a41d.jpg" alt="Happy But Dead" width="88" height="31" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Happy But Dead&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gamma.applepics.com/7/userfiles/4317377705e0a.jpg" alt="Joyce And Walky" width="88" height="31" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Joyce And Walky&lt;/b&gt; - Not actually a new comic exactly, it's the sequel to &lt;b&gt;It's Walky&lt;/b&gt; (which I had linked to before but now it's &lt;b&gt;Joyce and Walky&lt;/b&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gamma.applepics.com/7/userfiles/431737c07b158.jpg" alt="Powerpuff Girls Doujinshi" width="88" height="31" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Powerpuff Girls Doujinshi&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gamma.applepics.com/7/userfiles/431737e2e8f28.jpg" alt="Shortpacked" width="88" height="31" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Shortpacked&lt;/b&gt; - This one is done by the same guy who did &lt;b&gt;It's Walky&lt;/b&gt; and who does &lt;b&gt;Joyce and Walky&lt;/b&gt; now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gamma.applepics.com/7/userfiles/4317380116f7d.jpg" alt="Triquetra Cats" width="88" height="31" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Triquetra Cats&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://epsilon.applepics.com/52/userfiles/43173fb16cf68.jpg" alt="Venus Envy" width="88" height="31" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Venus Envy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://epsilon.applepics.com/52/userfiles/43173fd74d399.jpg" alt="Zebra Girl" width="88" height="31" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Zebra Girl&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gone from my list are the link to the joint comic of Peter, Glen, and myself (mainly 'cause we let it go), &lt;b&gt;Legend of Jawa&lt;/b&gt; ('cause that guy let it go), &lt;b&gt;3 Geeks&lt;/b&gt; doesn't even seem to exist anymore (plus it went on indefinite hiatus and I stopped caring), &lt;b&gt;It's Walky&lt;/b&gt; (but only because it's something else now), &lt;b&gt;Bizarre Uprising&lt;/b&gt; (got bored of it), and &lt;b&gt;The Life of Riley&lt;/b&gt; (they came back and died just as quickly so I don't care anymore).  Now I realize you guys say I read too many.  And I want to know your reasons why.  I'm not asking because I want to cause an argument I just want to honestly know what it is in your minds that determines what is too many.  Alright, I'm out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got a heart full of pain, head full of stress, &lt;br /&gt;hand full of anger held in my chest...&lt;br /&gt;...and everything left's a waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;I hate my rhymes but hate everyone else's more.&lt;br /&gt;I'm riding on the back of this pressure,&lt;br /&gt;guessing that it's better I can't keep myself together. &lt;br /&gt;Because all of this stress gave me something to ride on,&lt;br /&gt;the pain gave me something I could set my sights on &lt;br /&gt;Never forget the blood, sweat, and tears;&lt;br /&gt;the uphill struggle over years.  I fear it. &lt;br /&gt;Trash talking and the people it was to&lt;br /&gt;and the people that started it just like you!"&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-112561491791760183?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112561491791760183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112561491791760183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_09_01_archive.html#112561491791760183' title='New Comics &amp; New Look (Again)'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-112473420978513770</id><published>2005-08-22T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T11:10:21.606-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinking Feeling</title><content type='html'>Mood - unsure&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Poe - Walk The Walk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you Glen, now you know what the hell it is she was singing during that incredibly fast part of the song I played for you last week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, my rant du jour is this: that of a strange ass sink I found in the Admin. Justice Building here at Sac City.  I mean, come on, move into the mid 20th century atleast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://epsilon.applepics.com/52/userfiles/430a02b13c22f.jpg" border="0" width="326" height="246" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a view of the strange thing.  I walked out of the stall, saw this, and said to myself, "WTF?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://epsilon.applepics.com/52/userfiles/430a02b99401a.jpg" border="0" width="326" height="246" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A picture of how the water comes out.  Pretty damned strange if you ask me.  And the fact that it doesn't get warm/hot doesn't comfort me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://gamma.applepics.com/7/userfiles/4309fb2c6c6f7.jpg" border="0" width="326" height="246" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is how you work the sink... A FOOT PEDAL! Come on, why are we using such primitive technology? I don't care what anyone else thinks on this subject, I consider a turn of a knob a lot better and civilized than a foot pedal activation system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, I'm finished.  And I'm really going to be serious about this, I wanted to share this with people but I don't expect to get a good response from it.  So why publish it? To stir some emotions; I really want to get some opinions flying (even if it's only one person *hint hint*).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so there we go.  Josh out!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Hey did you ever get the feeling that it's really a joke?&lt;br /&gt;You think you've got it figured out and then you find that you don't.&lt;br /&gt;So you say goodbye to the world and now you're floating in space.&lt;br /&gt;You got no sense of nothing, not even a time or a place.&lt;br /&gt;Then suddenly you hear it it's the beat of your heart.&lt;br /&gt;And for the first time in your life you know your life is about to start."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-112473420978513770?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112473420978513770'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112473420978513770'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112473420978513770' title='Sinking Feeling'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-112378915925822031</id><published>2005-08-11T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T12:39:19.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ranting Swede</title><content type='html'>Mood - typical&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Banzai - Anubis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today's song is from the &lt;b&gt;In The Groove&lt;/b&gt; soundtrack so no lyrics.  And if you can tell me where my title is from, you get a cookie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As today's title says, I have some ranting to do so here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, whoever invented the slogan "The customer is always right" didn't live in a capitolistic society.  Seriously, if the customer was always right then I could go walk into the Microsoft main building right now and demand that they dethrone Bill Gates as head because I received a damaged product (whether or not I actually have) and thus I demand reparations in the form of me becoming the new head of Microsoft.  Why would everything a customer says be true? Every human on this Earth has and will lie in their pathetic lives.  So what's to say that the woman who came through my drive - thru the other night wasn't trying to get some free food? I admit, I don't believe she was.  But I had no note of confirmation in the office to confirm what she said she had called in.  And then when I keep on telling her this, she gets mad at me saying that I shouldn't be talking to a customer (who's willing to spend lots of money at Carl's) the way I was.  Is there something I'm missing? The policy is that we need confirmation in some form or another.  If I can't find that, then you're out of luck.  Don't come whine to me.  I enforce my employer's rules, I don't invent them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, you know what sucks? When you have things to rant about and then you forget them because you had an otherwise pleasant day.  Oh well, I suppose there's only so much ranting one should do in a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't know if everyone knows but just make it known, my parent's are putting the house on the market sometime next week.  Yep, I will no longer be living if not Southgate at least this house.  My parents want to live closer to the church.  So that would be somewhere along Folsom Boulevard or possibly Rosemont, I'm not exactly sure.  In any case, I may or may not be moving with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aighty, talk to y'alls later!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-112378915925822031?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112378915925822031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112378915925822031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112378915925822031' title='Ranting Swede'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-112227223365046941</id><published>2005-07-24T23:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-24T23:17:13.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nostalgia</title><content type='html'>Mood - very happy&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Coldplay - White Shadows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, quite a bit goings on have happened since last I spoke.  So here we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I am now a certified shift leader.  So huzzah for me! Means more money and I R teh happies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, last Tuesday Glen and I decided to start taking a look at our old schools.  It was quite a bit of nostalgia waves breaking on the shores of our minds.  Sorry for the dumb metaphor but I couldn't help myself.  It seriously was a good time though.  We shared a lot of different memories from our respective elementary schools.  Also, we continued on Wednesday (after my whole must finish the shift leader classes and graduate thing) with my second elementary school and finally where I met Glen and Andrew Hurst, Gloria Dei Lutheran School.  Also that night, I shared a whole bunch of document crap that I saved from seventh, eighth, and early ninth grade.  We seem to have realized that I sort of became the document monkey (kind of like I'm a change monkey for Glen).  It's ok though, I like having all this stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday, Peter came over and we redid all the video crap for my resume video so that I could put it together.  It wasn't as fun this time around because it was more of a "we have to do this" kind of thing.  Plus, we knew exactly what needed to get done so it seemed to be more of a routine... atleast to me it did.  Anywho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After work on Friday, I went over to Glen's after my shower so I could edit the video together.  It's completely finished and I'm happy.  It's pretty damned funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow (because it is still technically Sunday, :P), I go over to Andrew Hurst's for one main reason... SUPER SMASH BROS. MELEE!!! Apparently, Peter, Glen, Andrew, and I are all thirsting for some bloo... er, smacking down of each other on that game that we're getting together tomorrow to kick some ass.  Oh, and we'll probably view the video again so that Peter and Andrew can see how it turned out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I was over at my Uncle Tom's house out in northern Sacramento hanging with family.  More specifically, my aunt and uncle from Texas who have come up for a visit.  It's the only I'll probably see them while they're here because tomorrow I have plans and Tuesday when the family is supposed get together again I have work.  Sucks for me but what can I do?  Well, the internet calls considering I haven't checked up on shit for a while.  Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"All this noise, I'm waking up.&lt;br /&gt;All this space I'm taking up. &lt;br /&gt;I cannot hear, you're breaking up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woah woah woah ohhh! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll get what you wanted.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll stumble upon it; &lt;br /&gt;everything you ever wanted &lt;br /&gt;in a permanent state. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe you'll know when you see it. &lt;br /&gt;Maybe if you say it, you'll mean it&lt;br /&gt;and when you find it you'll keep it &lt;br /&gt;in a permanent state... &lt;br /&gt;a permanent state."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-112227223365046941?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112227223365046941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112227223365046941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112227223365046941' title='Nostalgia'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-112146825630977923</id><published>2005-07-15T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T16:16:39.783-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look</title><content type='html'>Mood - weirded out&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Smash Mouth - Come On Come On&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, anyone who's anyone should understand why today's song of the day is today's song of the day.  If you don't, you're buggin'.  And only I should understand what I just quoted.  Heh heh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, you should all notice I have a new blog look.  What's going on? My original look crapped out on me again and I couldn't figure it out.  So guess what? I destroyed it and created this.  It's not exactly what I wanted it to look like but it still works.  So there we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, I've been working on getting somewhere else in my life.  But right now, it seems I have to stay right here.  Well, ok let me rephrase that.  I get to go to junior college for at least one semester.  Yea! I will be going to Sac City because it's just a lightrail away from my house.  Happiness! Maybe Glen and I can carpool.  We'll see though, considering he's already carting me home every night from Carl's Jr.  That's what I get for having no car and working until 1:30AM to 2AM every time I'm at Carl's.  Go shift leader position! In any case, I've got other things to do (including hoping that posting doesn't crap up my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT (minutes later): My quote of the week is awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Another day in the sun, I'm having fun;&lt;br /&gt;feel the heat sneaking up on me.&lt;br /&gt;I take a look in the sky, a plane goes by.&lt;br /&gt;Is that the reason that I can't breathe? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take a look and I wonder why... why these birds don't fly.&lt;br /&gt;It's hard for me to see and I believe... my oh my!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on and tell me why you're staring.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on it must be what I'm wearing.&lt;br /&gt;Come on, come on and tell me...&lt;br /&gt;why's it taking so long for you to recognize and stop?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-112146825630977923?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112146825630977923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/112146825630977923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112146825630977923' title='New Look'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-111860446733600218</id><published>2005-06-12T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T12:27:47.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Viva Las Vegas!!!</title><content type='html'>Mood - excited&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Audio Adrenaline - Beautiful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tomorrow I leave for Vegas for the week.  I come back this Saturday at 1PM.  I am so freakin' glad to be done with work.  I had been at CJ's since Tuesday (of course not all day everday since Tuesday) and it got to me.  I seriously did not want to be there yesterday.  But I got through it and now I have nothing but happiness to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in the middle of reading up on my comics, which I had been neglecting for a good four or five days.  But the reason I'm breaking is because I saw a comic that I liked and I posted it on my MySpace blog.  So go check that out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your name is, beautiful. &lt;br /&gt;It drips off of my lips like drops of gold. &lt;br /&gt;It makes me, want to dance. &lt;br /&gt;It’s my fortune, my deliverance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I lift you up they come running. &lt;br /&gt;When I sing your song the worlds turning to you. &lt;br /&gt;Just the sound of your name is a beautiful thing. &lt;br /&gt;I love you, I love you, I love you."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-111860446733600218?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111860446733600218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111860446733600218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111860446733600218' title='Viva Las Vegas!!!'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-111744721531597089</id><published>2005-05-30T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-30T03:06:43.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was Glenful</title><content type='html'>Mood - huh?&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - many DDR songs running through my head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, last week was very much a Glen week.  I was at his house for two days time wise (went there in the afternoon Sunday, left Tuesday night), I called him for a couple of things on both Wednesday and Thursday, and on Friday we hung out for a bit in the morning.  I figure he needs a break from me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for no posts but once again, nothing ever comes to mind.  I just don't have much to say except I need to send out my resume so I can get a better job.  Unfortunately, later today (considering it's 3AM) my parents are going to San Francisco for Memorial Day.  I don't really feel like joining them so I'll be home all day (unless I can get somewhere).  So this means one more day of no resume getting out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lately, anime has been just piling itself onto me.  And by that, I mean that I've been watching (and reading) it more.  On Friday I got more manga (from two series that I have been collecting) plus I watched a lot more of the series I'm on at Glen's house.  It's become another part of my nerdiness.  BTW Glen, I really need you to help me with Megatokyo because the last several comics have had untranslated Japanese and it's confused the hell out of me.  Well, I really should go to sleep so later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - I saw Episode III again on Saturday.  I rule!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-111744721531597089?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111744721531597089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111744721531597089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111744721531597089' title='It Was Glenful'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-111627596161283653</id><published>2005-05-16T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T13:39:21.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Mixture of Emotions</title><content type='html'>Mood - Happy, Sad, Happy, Sad, Happy...&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Unknown Artist - Over The Rainbow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got several things going through my head.  First off, I was able to switch the time of my tickets for &lt;b&gt;Star Wars: Episode III&lt;/b&gt; so I'm happy about that.  Secondly, someone just stole one of my friends' stuff so I'm none to happy about that.  And I'm really friggin' warm right now.  I don't understand where the hell all this heat is coming from.  I mean, come on... a racing game (&lt;b&gt;Initial D&lt;/b&gt;, which is where the song for today comes from) should not make you hot.  It does not require much body movement.  Is it just the heat of the machines working? I don't know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I grabbed the first DVD volume of the cartoon show &lt;b&gt;Invader Zim&lt;/b&gt;.  My brother and I started watching it last night and I'm happy with my purchase.  I'm a little upset that they don't have English captions (wtf?!??!) but overall good stuff.  I didn't realize that I had seen most of these before; it was weird to be like, "Huh! I know I've seen these, I just never realized that they were all in this order."  Good stuff.  Strangely enough though, it has Irken subtitles; in other words, it has subtitles for the alien language of the Irkians (Zim's species) but not English... I R confuzzled.  Oh well, it's still good stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna tell you now, I wanna show you how.&lt;br /&gt;You can't imagine power like&lt;br /&gt;you're making me hot with your desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Show me the passion you got inside&lt;br /&gt;until the storm has gone.&lt;br /&gt;Stickin' around me, open your eyes.&lt;br /&gt;I'll show you baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the rainbow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fellin' alright.&lt;br /&gt;I was lookin' for love.&lt;br /&gt;In time for catchin' you baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the rainbow!&lt;br /&gt;Over the stars!&lt;br /&gt;I can finally love&lt;br /&gt;and as I walk...&lt;br /&gt;Into the rainbow!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-111627596161283653?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111627596161283653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111627596161283653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111627596161283653' title='A Mixture of Emotions'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-111567965877757577</id><published>2005-05-09T15:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T16:20:49.536-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ex·haus·tion (n) - the act or instance of being drained of resources or properties</title><content type='html'>Mood - tired&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Sugar Ray - Sorry Now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, I don't know where this came from but I am just tired today.  I sucked at DDR (could hardly play a simple nonstop course) and I even took an hour nap.  I have no clue what would cause this? I've been over the head cold I had last weekend so I don't think it's that or anything.  And I got enough sleep; hell, TV sucked last night so I went to bed earlier than usual.  I've just been unusually unenergetic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was Mother's Day and my family went out with the Robertsons (my cousin's family) and my grandmother to Applebee's.  Wow, I suddenly had a brain fart there... can't connect my thoughts well enough.  See?! I'm tired! Let's start at the beginning of yesterday and go from there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to church; that was, uh... fun? I went home but because my mom wanted to be alone with her friends yesterday afternoon, my dad, my brother, and I all went out and we saw &lt;b&gt;The Hitchhiker's Guide to the Galaxy&lt;/b&gt; (I saw it for the second time).  It was pretty good still... why wouldn't it be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we went to Applebee's.  Ok, there we go.  Anywho, at the restaurant I started sharing some lines from my Robin Williams comedy CD and got some laughs out of Renee and Nathan (my cousins).  In fact, the waiter recognized one of the lines and asked, "Robin Williams?" It was kind of funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today as I was checking some stuff on my new MySpace account, I happened to check the friends of a guy from high school who had found me on MySpace (yeah, that quick) and found a friend of mine from my animation classes that I was trying to get into contact with again.  I'm very happy about that.  This guy was hella cool and funny to boot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I sleep now.  Or at least I wish I could... I'll probably do that on the lightrail.  Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT (4:20 PM) - I don't know if you guys knew this but I signed up with myspace.com.  I'm going to use that to share crap like comics and stuff from now on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll never know, never know if all we had wasn't true (with me and you). &lt;br /&gt;Never really knew if right now was much too soon.  (It was much too soon.) &lt;br /&gt;Why can't you call and say you miss me? &lt;br /&gt;The time we wasted just becomes history. &lt;br /&gt;Why can't you call and say you need me?&lt;br /&gt;The words you wanna hear deceive me? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who's sorry now?&lt;br /&gt;Who's sorry now?&lt;br /&gt;Who's sorry...&lt;br /&gt;I know you're right, &lt;br /&gt;you're always right; &lt;br /&gt;so turn out the light!&lt;br /&gt;Who's sorry now?"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-111567965877757577?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111567965877757577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111567965877757577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111567965877757577' title='ex·haus·tion (n) - the act or instance of being drained of resources or properties'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-111531664904961884</id><published>2005-05-05T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-05T11:10:49.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'>...and now we know!</title><content type='html'>Mood - entertained&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Professor Lebidinskiy - Siniy Siniy Iney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.happybutdead.com/Comics/hbd10.jpg" width="648" height="900" alt="A comic from Happy but Dead." /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And sorry to say it (well not really, you guys will be though), I've gained another comic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a different note, today my parents (in fact, probably right at this very moment) are picking up the new vehicle.  I know I told Glen but we're getting a Toyota 4Runner.  Yes, it's an SUV (which I'm sort of not happy about them getting) but I guess it's their choice whether they want to spend that much on gas.  At least I'll have more room when travelling with my family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The lyrics are in Russian so I have no freaking idea but would love to.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-111531664904961884?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111531664904961884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111531664904961884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111531664904961884' title='...and now we know!'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-111514258195456438</id><published>2005-05-03T10:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T19:43:01.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today Seems To Be Share Day</title><content type='html'>Mood - content&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...because that's all I've been doing so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="border" src="http://www.shortpacked.com/comics/20050502a.gif" width="500" height="739" alt="A comic from the comic Shortpacked." /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-111514258195456438?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111514258195456438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111514258195456438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111514258195456438' title='Today Seems To Be Share Day'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-111510639399764137</id><published>2005-05-03T00:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T00:54:37.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Knew From The First Answer I Gave...</title><content type='html'>Mood - still stuffy&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Shelley Peter - Telephone Operator (Club Mix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/S/snaketao/1069748972_sniper.jpg" border="0" alt="Sniper" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SNIPER:  You love your gun.  Maybe a little too&lt;br /&gt;much, but you're very, very good at handling&lt;br /&gt;him/her.  See that mosquito on that wall 200&lt;br /&gt;yards away?  I bet you could hit it if you&lt;br /&gt;tried...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/snaketao/quizzes/Which%20Type%20of%20Assassin%20Are%20You%3F%20(With%20Anime%20pics!)/" onmouseover="window.status='Which Type of Assassin Are You?';return true" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;div id="spectext1"&gt;Which Type of Assassin Are You? (With Anime pics!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div id="spectext2"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep... that's right!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"(Telephone....)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telephone operator!&lt;br /&gt;Telephone operator!&lt;br /&gt;The telephone operator!&lt;br /&gt;The telephone operator!&lt;br /&gt;The telephone operator!&lt;br /&gt;The telephone operator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The telephone operator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Telephone operator!&lt;br /&gt;Telephone operator!&lt;br /&gt;The telephone operator!&lt;br /&gt;The telephone operator!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The telephone operator!&lt;br /&gt;Whoo!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-111510639399764137?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111510639399764137'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111510639399764137'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111510639399764137' title='I Knew From The First Answer I Gave...'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-111505852558362841</id><published>2005-05-02T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-02T11:28:45.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeling Under The Weather</title><content type='html'>Mood - stuffy nose&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Trocadero - No One&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man, I woke up yesterday and my nose began it's attack on me.  It drove me nuts all yesterday (plus a soar throat which is gone today, thank God) and it's being pissy with me again today.  I swear, what the hell happened? I hardly ever get sick.  But I guess at some point, I'm bound to actually catch something.  I'm just so damned used to not getting sick that this took me by surprise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it's a new month with new possibilities... yeah, bullshit.  I see nothing else happening interesting in my life until June (when I go to my cousin's wedding in Las Vegas).  Oh yeah, Glen's the only one who knows that.  Yeah, I'm going to Vegas for my cousin Michele's wedding.  I'll be leaving the 13th and coming back the 18th; I reserved my tickets via online on Saturday.  Fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have nothing else I can think of to say.  So I'll leave you with this week's quote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Where is the one who will mourn me when I'm...&lt;br /&gt;gone? Who will pour water on my bed of...&lt;br /&gt;dirt? Who will breathe fire on my neck at night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I heard someone say there's a chance that I would meet her.&lt;br /&gt;I could be persephone and she demeter;&lt;br /&gt;to pull me from the underground that I call home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her name is no one, no one, no one.&lt;br /&gt;She blinds me with her eyes 'cause she's the one, the one.&lt;br /&gt;She lives somewhere, not here, not here, not here."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-111505852558362841?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111505852558362841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111505852558362841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111505852558362841' title='Feeling Under The Weather'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-111445364805194153</id><published>2005-04-25T11:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T11:27:28.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Groove</title><content type='html'>Mood - dancing time!&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Kid Whatever - That Sound&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past Saturday I had a good time over at a friend's grandmother's house for that friend's birthday.  It was pretty kick - ass; I played the most DDR in one day than I ever have before and it was good.  I also finally got to see what is called "In The Groove"... it's basically DDR (though it's not done by Konami or Bemani) but it's more kick - ass in my opinion.  The songs can get even harder (up to 13 feet where DDR only goes to 10) and there are a lot more song modifiers to make it fun.  Plus, there's this little meter at the top of the screen that lets you know exactly when the end of song is coming.  All in all, good game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could show you guys the pictures I have of this one guy's records from over the weekend.  I met someone at this party that was extremely good at 10 footers and above.  For you Glen, it will make this fact even more clear to tell you that he double A'd Paranoia Survivor, The Legend of Maxx, and Maxx Unlimited.  Crazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I be going now... ye!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-111445364805194153?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111445364805194153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111445364805194153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111445364805194153' title='In The Groove'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-111428092286143910</id><published>2005-04-23T11:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-23T11:28:42.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gamestop Owns EB</title><content type='html'>Mood - scared&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry, didn't feel like writing down a song of the day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I'm just here to post &lt;a href="http://home.businesswire.com/portal/site/google/index.jsp?ndmViewId=news_view&amp;newsId=20050418005419&amp;newsLang=en" onmouseover="window.status='Gamestop own EB';return true" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.  Scary... now there will only be Gamestop stores.  This is huge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nothing"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-111428092286143910?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111428092286143910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111428092286143910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111428092286143910' title='Gamestop Owns EB'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-111385288719851235</id><published>2005-04-18T12:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T16:16:59.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And Peter Scores Big Time!!!</title><content type='html'>Mood - extremely happy&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Barenaked Ladies - Blame It On Me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously though, he's the only reason my blogger lives again.  He suggested I re - do my code.  So I took the new code of the original template I chose two years ago, stuck in the visual quality codes from my old code and it worked.  Thanks man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, Blogger decided to piss me off by screwing up and losing all I had originally written so some of this post may be shorter than I had intended.  It pisses me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My grandfather was in Sacramento for a couple of days.  He lives in Arizona in the winter, Alaska in the summer, and travels between the two when it's time for a season switch.  During the travelling, he'll sometimes drop in for a visit with his family here in Sacramento.  Unfortunately for me, I didn't get to see him much.  I couldn't find anyone at work who could replace me on Saturday so I had to work.  Not happy.  But atleast I did get to see him at all.  Yesterday, we all went over to my Uncle Tom's new house in Elverta (holy crap, that's a long drive).  It's pretty nice, very spacious.  While over there, we watched &lt;b&gt;Ocean's Twelve&lt;/b&gt;.  I liked the movie a lot, though it was kind of boring at the beginning.  My favorite scene is the one where the thief who tried to use Benedict to kill Ocean's group was moving through the laser grid room.  It was awesome to see him basically break dancing through the room.  Plus, the music while he was doing all of this was kick ass as well.  Overall, I give it a 8.5 out of 10.  Also while there at my uncle's house, I played some chess against my dad.  Now my dad is really good at chess, but I was able to beat him.  It was some luck and a little bit (emphasis on little) of skill.  He let his king sit in the corner behind pawns and that killed him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, I went over to Peter's house (where he at one point mentioned to me about re - doing the code which was so good, thanks again man).  We played his new game &lt;b&gt;Kill Dr. Lucky&lt;/b&gt;, which was interesting.  I wouldn't mind having it myself.  Also, we listened to a lot of music (which seems to have become a staple of when I go over there) and played some guitar.  That reminds me, I restrung my guitar on Friday so I'm back in business... whatever that might be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've really been enjoying this warm weather we've been having lately.  It's allowed my hawaiian shirts to come out of hiding.  I like them a lot.  The girl on the computer next to me is probably wondering a giant, orange creamsicle is sitting next to her.  It's big and bold! But surprisingly, my cousin Nathan was wearing a hawaiian shirt the other day (and it was bright as well).  It's a stark contrast to what he usually wears.  Seriously, I've never seen so much brown and army green.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously, Blogger hates me.  I don't appreciate the fact that now I can't even remember if this is all I had said in my post originally.  Stupid thing screws up and I lose my post.  Seriously, what the hell?  Well, I'll talk you guys later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - Peter's awesome... for two reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Here you are and you're a hundred thousand miles away.&lt;br /&gt;They say that absence makes the heart grow fungus.&lt;br /&gt;I wax poetic as you're waxing your legs. &lt;br /&gt;You say there's a traitor among us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all else fails you can blame it on me.&lt;br /&gt;If all else fails you can blame it on me.&lt;br /&gt;If all else fails blame it on me.&lt;br /&gt;If all else fails you can blame it on me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-111385288719851235?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111385288719851235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111385288719851235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111385288719851235' title='And Peter Scores Big Time!!!'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-111290077737641951</id><published>2005-04-07T12:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T14:03:20.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Know</title><content type='html'>My blog is looking like crap.  I'm trying to get in contact with blogger so that they can help.  Also, the live comments have deleted because I just got tired of the fact the HTML used to make it was pure crap (even the HTML 4.0 was attrocious).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of this is to make sure you can see what I want you to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate you.  Not you, the blog.  Yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-111290077737641951?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111290077737641951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111290077737641951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111290077737641951' title='I Know'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-111206368639377073</id><published>2005-03-28T18:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T18:34:46.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>EDIT: (at the time you see at the bottom of this post)</title><content type='html'>Mood - ok... I think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I no longer have a DDR tournament to go to.  It got postponed to the 8th, I have this Friday off so I don't want to ask for another day off, and I didn't really have a routine ready.  So I'll just be hanging with Peter on his birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, I was wrong Glen... episode 53 of RvB went up while we weren't looking.  So yeah, I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, Peter you remember that I was saying there was something about your blog that Glen had mentioned to me? It was your title.  Funny stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A'ight, Josh out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-111206368639377073?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111206368639377073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111206368639377073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111206368639377073' title='EDIT: (at the time you see at the bottom of this post)'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-111203617943966448</id><published>2005-03-28T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-28T10:56:19.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Easter Vac... Oh, It's Done.</title><content type='html'>Mood - semi - weird, uh - oh, I feel weird... stuff... WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Cake - Love You Madly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Easter vacation has come and gone.  This has been the very first Easter I didn't spend with family.  I was over at Glen's yesterday, half of the time in a very depressed mood.  That's what I get for thinking about the non - existent future I have.  Yea!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a DDR competition coming up this Friday... and it's also Peter's birthday.  So it's going to be a busy day.  I really wish I could get him something but money = nothing for me right now.  I'll just have to wish him happy b - day and hang out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been watching &lt;b&gt;Ranma 1/2&lt;/b&gt; hecka much lately and it sucks that I can't go get the fourth season with my check this Friday.  I already owe my parents rent and then there's this anime convention that Glen's invited me to that I'd like to attend.  The problem is $50 dollars is due this Thursday... IN CHECK FORM! So not only do I have no money to give him to pay, it can't be in the simplest form that I know how to do things.  Hell, I don't use checks for my checking account.  Hopefully though, I can reimburse someone on Friday.  I really would like to go.  It's kind of funny though, 'cause I've thought heavily about wanting to cosplay as Ranma for a long time now but haven't really had a reason for it (except last Halloween).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This MP3 CD is strange as hell; it'll play a song and then two songs later the same damned song will come up.  This doesn't happen all the time but when it does, it confuses the hell out of me.  Oh well, talk to y'all later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I don't want to fake it, I just want to make it.&lt;br /&gt;The ornaments look pretty but they're pulling down the branches of the tree. &lt;br /&gt;I don't want to think about it, I don't want to talk about it. &lt;br /&gt;When I kiss your lips, I want to sink down to the bottom of the sea. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to love you madly. &lt;br /&gt;I want to love you now .&lt;br /&gt;I want to love you madly. &lt;br /&gt;I want to love you, love you, love you madly."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-111203617943966448?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111203617943966448'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111203617943966448'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111203617943966448' title='Easter Vac... Oh, It&apos;s Done.'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-111109100074232202</id><published>2005-03-17T12:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-17T12:23:20.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Power Outage</title><content type='html'>Mood - tweaked&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Cake - Shadow Stabbin'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or blackout or whatever... it happened.  Right here on Sac State's campus we had a &lt;b&gt;CAMPUS WIDE&lt;/b&gt; blackout.  Fun! Not... luckily though I wasn't working on anything incredibly important on the computer at the time.  The computer lab I was in didn't have any emergency lights so we were in the dark.  Everyone was like, "Get out your cel - phones!" Kinda funny.  But I hadn't expected to find that the blackout had affected the entire school.  That's scary.  I wonder if anyone outside of the school was affected.  Anywho...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While we were waiting for the power to come back on (I went over to the University Union because the computers weren't working anywhere), someone in the group brought up the game &lt;b&gt;Killer Instinct&lt;/b&gt;.  Man, that game was strange.  Not only did it have apparently weak moves and specials, the characters were weird.  As far as I can tell, it was an attempt to try and cash in on &lt;b&gt;Street Fighter's&lt;/b&gt; and &lt;b&gt;Mortal Kombat's&lt;/b&gt; success.  It was just out of the blue, BOOM! Fighting game.  And not that great from what I remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is St. Patrick's day and I've got on my "Pinch This" t - shirt (which is green of course).  This is like the one day I say zillions of green around campus.  It's a kick - ass color so I don't understand why I don't see it around until this day.  I see more reds and blues than anything else all year round.  Red's not all that great and blue is overrated.  Oh well, I'm just spouting off opinions here and it's not like anyone cares...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...hello? You're supposed to tell me I'm wrong and be a supportive friend! Yeah! Well, screw you man! Screw you! *runs off crying*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm so nervous, I'm so tense.&lt;br /&gt;My heart can't forget about this self defense.&lt;br /&gt;The air is so hot and my breath comes fast. &lt;br /&gt;I thumb the cool blade but I know this can't last.&lt;br /&gt;I thumb the cool blade but I know this can't last... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Outside... outside the world, &lt;br /&gt;out there you don't hear the echos and calls. &lt;br /&gt;But the steel eye, tight jaw&lt;br /&gt;say it all.  Say it all.&lt;br /&gt;But the white paint, plastic saints &lt;br /&gt;say it all, say it all, say it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say it all, say it all, &lt;br /&gt;Say it all, say it all,&lt;br /&gt;Say it all, say it... &lt;br /&gt;Somebody has got to say it all. &lt;br /&gt;Somebody has got to say it all."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-111109100074232202?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111109100074232202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111109100074232202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111109100074232202' title='Power Outage'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-111100101257505305</id><published>2005-03-16T11:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-16T11:49:53.276-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Please step away from the chalupa!"</title><content type='html'>Mood - entertained&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Smash Mouth - The Fonz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of things have happened today and they've put me in a good mood.  First off, this morning (WHICH WAS STILL TODAY!) at 4AM I was talking to Peter online.  We had a good talk, something which hasn't really happened between him and me in the two or three years (can't remember which) I've really known him.  I say really because technically, I met him over chat programs in ninth grade.  But that's not really a good measure of a person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you're probably wondering why I titled today as such? It's something I remember hearing for a Taco Bell commercial once but that's not important.  It's the fact that it comes from the police.  And thus, the other strange thing that happened to me today.  I was walking to the Meadowview lightrail when this police car pulled up next to me and they asked to see my ID.  Apparently, they were doing a tardy sweep for high school students and wuddayaknow? I look young enough to be in high school still so they stopped me to check.  It may seem scary to some people but I found it entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I just went a printed up this image project I've been working on in my spare time.  It's a photo mosaic and it kicks ass.  In case you're wondering, a photo mosaic is one of those things where one big picture is made up of thousands of little pictures. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.applepics.com/7/userfiles/42388e28c99de.jpg" alt="The Twin Towers..." width="600" height="480" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what did I make mine of? You'll just have to see it in person! :P Or if you're Glen, you should probably already know... 'cause I told you... yeah...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...ummmm, kumquat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The definition of icy, the measure of what's up.&lt;br /&gt;You could play the tuba and everyone would clap.&lt;br /&gt;Well, I can play the tuba and they all just shake their heads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're the Fonz. (You're the Fonz!)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're the Fonz. (You're the Fonz!)&lt;br /&gt;'Cause you're the Fonz. (You're the Fonz!)&lt;br /&gt;Because you are the Fonz!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-111100101257505305?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111100101257505305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111100101257505305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111100101257505305' title='&quot;Please step away from the chalupa!&quot;'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-111092812002526612</id><published>2005-03-15T15:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T15:08:40.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Best... Flash Game... Ever...</title><content type='html'>No mood or song today, just &lt;a href="http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/flash/nanaca.php" onmouseover="window.status='Nanaca Crash!!';return true" target="_blank"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-111092812002526612?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111092812002526612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111092812002526612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111092812002526612' title='Best... Flash Game... Ever...'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-111040183514104062</id><published>2005-03-09T12:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-09T12:59:30.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Anime</title><content type='html'>Mood - happy&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Hangnail Rap from &lt;i&gt;Family Guy&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I know Peter.  You don't care.  Just wanted to say that I got some more and I am happy.  BTW Glen, I forgot to mention that the Ranma manga reads like an English book not Japanese.  It's strange.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, in other news I... you know what, there is nothing else.  I've come back to the part of blogging where it sits forever because I have nothing to say.  It sucks that way but sometimes it happens.  I got Pocky (which is like a cookie stick with some sort of flavor coating) and that's good.  Oh and just so you aren't tweaked by what I said Peter (just in case you are), Pocky is the name for a traditional Japanese snack; Glen just uses it as an alias which is cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought about how you tend to call me every time I make incredible grammar mistakes Glen.  And looked at the top of this thing; yes, there is a spell check here.  Though I doubt it checks grammar... let's try, shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example bad sentence: I to know what you're talking about. *checks*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nope, it sucks.  Oh well, that means I have to endure phone calls indefinitely.  It's ok, they tend to lead into funny stuff anyhow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I said a hangnail! (Hangnail!)&lt;br /&gt;Hanging from my cuticle!&lt;br /&gt;I said a hangnail! (Hangnail!)&lt;br /&gt;It ain't beautiful!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-111040183514104062?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111040183514104062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111040183514104062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111040183514104062' title='Anime'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-111001154618180026</id><published>2005-03-05T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T00:32:26.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Deja Vu</title><content type='html'>Mood - weirded out&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Smash Mouth - Sister Psychic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say deja vu because one, I have been smelling that smell of newly blossoming trees (what I termed "the smell of evil") and two, my cat (Jonah) got outside again.  Almost a year ago, the exact same things were happening (technically though, Jonah was missing at that point in time).  Go &lt;a href="http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_chouinierebacca_archive.html" onmouseover="window.status='&amp;quot;Woah!&amp;quot; - Keannu Reaves as Neo';return true" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see exactly how close it was to this day in history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've bee meaning to say this for two days.  Who here remembers the Sacramento Kings bobble - head craze? If not, well, Carl's Jr. has twice now done a selling of Sac Kings bobble - heads.  And we're doing it again...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now here's what's funny; we're actually selling a Chris Webber bobble - head this time.  Apparently in the past we couldn't because of a some kind of contractual thing with Webber and some other company.  Now that's off, I guess, and we can sell it.  I find that highly ironic, since now Chris is leaving the Kings.  Way to go guys!  And here's the line - up (in order of when they'll come out) of bobble heads for this round of madness:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brad Miller&lt;br /&gt;Darius Songaila&lt;br /&gt;Matt Barnes&lt;br /&gt;Greg Ostertag&lt;br /&gt;Chris Webber&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That just adds insult to injury, in my opinion.  One guy I know (Miller), one I barely know (Songaila), two I don't, and one that's leaving.  Great job on the bobble - heads!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other thing I wanted to talk about happened (technically, yesterday) today at work.  A guy came through drive - thru that I swear looked like a black version of the Godfather.  My shift leader even said the guy sounded like the Godfather (the raspiness and all).  It was highly entertaining... to me... YES, I'M AWESOME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I happened to need to go to the actual Smash Mouth site to grab the lyrics for today's song.  And I found this pic of the group in the sudio for their 5th CD release:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://smashmouth.com/art/forumshots/sm880.jpg" alt="The band in recording (Dude, the basist&amp;rsquo;s got dreads!)" width="500" height="391" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm very much looking forward to this CD... and I think you guys might to after reading this excerpt from their site: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;The new tunes are fast and rockin' with an aggressive sound that harkens back to Smash Mouth's multi - platinum "Fush Yu Mang".&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm looking forward to it no matter what, 'cause they're one of my top four bands.  Hi - ya!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Sister, why would I tell you my deepest, dark secrets?&lt;br /&gt;So you could take my diary and rip it all to pieces.&lt;br /&gt;Just $6.95 for the very fist minute;&lt;br /&gt;I think you've won the lottery.&lt;br /&gt;That's my prediction.  Come on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sister psychic won't you tell me does it ever get better?&lt;br /&gt;Can you really see the future or just predict the weather?&lt;br /&gt;Are we in our finest hour or headed for disaster?&lt;br /&gt;Use your super powers and rescue me.&lt;br /&gt;Sister Psychic won't you tell me does it ever get better?&lt;br /&gt;Can you really see the future or just predict the weather?&lt;br /&gt;Are we in our finest hour or headed for disaster?&lt;br /&gt;Use your super powers and rescue me."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-111001154618180026?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111001154618180026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/111001154618180026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111001154618180026' title='Deja Vu'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-110971802086879459</id><published>2005-03-01T14:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T15:00:20.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Vs. Blue, Episode 50</title><content type='html'>Mood - happy&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Barenaked Ladies - Shoebox&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, the forums are flooded with idiots making dumb threads about today is Episode 50 day and let's write about throwing beads at women show they show us their breasts.  Such a sad existence is the computer dweeb.  Fortunately, there are just as many sane people writing intelligent threads and some who just came to download the episode now that it's available to the public.  766 members online at one time; holy shit dog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's kind of funny though how today's song of the day is BNL.  Because guess what? &lt;b&gt;ED ROBERTSON DID THE VOICE FOR CAPTAIN BUTCH FLOWERS ON EPISODE 50!&lt;/b&gt; He even says so himself &lt;a href="http://www.bnlblog.com/search.asp?laBlogID=1&amp;vName=Ed" onmouseover="window.status='Ed Robertson&amp;rsquo;s Blog';return true" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.  Though to me it didn't sound like Ed, it's obviously true so kudos to them both (Rooster Teeth Productions and BNL).  I like and I R H4PPY...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and Glen is not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's under my bed, it's never been read,&lt;br /&gt;it's in with my school stuff and my mom never cleans there. &lt;br /&gt;From my first little fib, when I still wore a bib, &lt;br /&gt;to my latest attempt at pretending I'm someone &lt;br /&gt;who's not seventeen and doesn't know what you mean.&lt;br /&gt;When talk turns to single malts or stilton or... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...my shoe box! (Shoebox!)&lt;br /&gt;Shoe box of lies! &lt;br /&gt;Shoe box! (Shoebox!)&lt;br /&gt;Shoe box of lies!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-110971802086879459?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110971802086879459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110971802086879459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#110971802086879459' title='Red Vs. Blue, Episode 50'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-110962155933723178</id><published>2005-02-28T11:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T15:03:35.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Collateral</title><content type='html'>Mood - good&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Cake - Tougher Than It Is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I spelled that right.  But in any case, I finally did get to see the movie last night Peter.  And I give it a 9 out of 10.  I enjoyed it a lot but I think that others might see it differently than I.  In any case, I liked it and that's all that matters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last Tuesday, I bought a game for the Gamecube called &lt;b&gt;Eternal Darkness: Sanity's Requiem&lt;/b&gt; and I have been playing it almost non - stop every day.  I beat the storyline last Friday (and thus stayed up all night and went to sleep 11:30AM Saturday) and I'm starting again with sort of a new game plus kind of thing.  You unfortunately don't start with all your items you had at the end of the first run through of the game.  But instead, you get to go through for the other two artifacts (Let's just say that there are three different ways the game can play out).  Once you beat the game with all three different versions, you're supposed to get a secret ending of sorts.  So that's what I'm doing.  It's funny though, the first time through I was just trying to explore and understand what the heck I was supposed to do.  This took me a little over 16 hours of play.  Well, I'm going through the second time and right now I have a little more than a third of that time and I'm more than half way through the story.  So basically, I'm kicking ass.  And even better, I found a magic that I hadn't the first time through (which is good since this magic has made going through so much easier).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I said though, I didn't sleep until 11:30 on Saturday.  And I didn't wake up until 2:30, giving me less than an hour before I had to go to work.  It was a wasted day and I hated it.  And at work wasn't any better.  It was going fine until 11PM (when I was &lt;b&gt;&lt;u&gt;supposed&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/b&gt; to get off) when a tour bus full of people came into order.  We hadn't locked the doors yet and thus, I had to stay until 11:30PM to help get all these orders out.  This effectively put me in a bad mood.  This has been the first time I contemplated the idea of just quitting on the spot.  Luckily, my need of money has kept me in a strangle hold into keeping the job until something better comes along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a whole lot nicer; Peter came over and we had some fun.  Both my brother and myself effectively killed him in &lt;b&gt;Halo 2&lt;/b&gt;.  I'll admit, since he didn't know the maps he was at a disadvantage.  But even so, I will not agree that the sniper rifle is a cheese weapon.  In any case, I also showed him some of &lt;b&gt;Eternal Darkness&lt;/b&gt; and we played some guitar (meaning he got to see my new one I got for my birthday).  I've borrowed several chord sheets of Barenaked Ladies songs to learn so that's all good and spiffy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One last thing before I go, I finally am back in my Hawaiian shirts.  They don't work very well underneath sweatshirts and coats in the winter but since today seems to be shaping up as a sunny day, I am able to wear them again.  There may be a 50% chance of rain (according to what my father looked up) but that's why I brought a coat just in case.  Hey, this was a pretty long entry, huh? Haven't done that in a while but that's ok.  I feel kind of I'm cheating when I post little things.  In any case, I'll leave you with this week's quote.  Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: (minutes later) I put the person who said this week's quote up there.  But from now on, if you want to find out who said my quote of the week then check the source of my blog and look in the head section.  I'll be putting the name there so that I have room for longer quotes.  If you are really itching to know who it is, then ask me.  For now though, you'll have to check the sources for past quotes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well the more you try to shave the cat,&lt;br /&gt;the more the thing will bite and scratch.&lt;br /&gt;It's best, I think, to leave its fur&lt;br /&gt;and to listen to its silky purr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people like to make life a little tougher than it is. &lt;br /&gt;Some people like to make life a little tougher than it is."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-110962155933723178?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110962155933723178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110962155933723178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110962155933723178' title='Collateral'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-110927681743681164</id><published>2005-02-24T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T12:26:57.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Levels of Happiness</title><content type='html'>Mood - content&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Eminem - Just Lose It&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, is anyone else scared that an Eminem song is my song of the day? I just happened to hear a weird polka version of this song used in an animation on Albino Blacksheep.com and it's been in my head.  Anyways...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, what I meant by the levels of happiness is my mood each day.  You know that content and happy mean the same thing.  But when I say content, I mean it as in I'm doing ok but things aren't all that exciting.  Where as happy means I'm in a good mood.  Content is sort of neutral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, the point of this post.  Someone on the RvB forums declared today to be "Don't Be A Jerk" Day.  He got tired of seeing people flaming others so he declared the day to be as such.  Go, be nice to people!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now I'm gonna make you dance.&lt;br /&gt;It's your chance. &lt;br /&gt;Yeah boy, shake that ass. &lt;br /&gt;Oops! I mean girl... girl, girl, girl. &lt;br /&gt;Now you know you're my world.&lt;br /&gt;Alright, now lose it... &lt;br /&gt;Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah!&lt;br /&gt;Just lose it... &lt;br /&gt;Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah!&lt;br /&gt;Go crazy...&lt;br /&gt;Aah, aah, aah, aah, aah! &lt;br /&gt;Oh baby!&lt;br /&gt;Aah, aah...&lt;br /&gt;Oh baby, baby, aah, aah!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-110927681743681164?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110927681743681164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110927681743681164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110927681743681164' title='Levels of Happiness'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-110901608651401913</id><published>2005-02-21T11:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T12:01:26.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LIFE OF RILEY CONTINUES!!!</title><content type='html'>Mood - INCREDIBLY HAPPY!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry Peter, you won't care for this, but...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.clanbob.net/movies/lor_continues.wmv" onmouseover="window.status='INCREDIBLE HAPPINESS!!!';return true" target="_blank"&gt;THE LIFE OF RILEY RETURNS MARCH 4TH OF THIS YEAR!!!&lt;/a&gt; HAPPY, HAPPY, HAPPY...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-110901608651401913?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110901608651401913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110901608651401913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110901608651401913' title='THE LIFE OF RILEY CONTINUES!!!'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-110858349232991067</id><published>2005-02-16T11:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T11:12:46.413-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Missed Class</title><content type='html'>Mood - unhappy&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - one of the random songs on this disc a guy from Sac State gave me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and I'm none too happy about it either.  But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I had an interesting encounter.  You see, I have Sundays through Tuesdays off from work, which gives me the ability to eat a home - cooked meal with my family on Tuesdays (Sundays I'm usually gone from the house, Mondays are the same except my parents are the ones who are gone).  Well, I totally forgot about eating with the family.  So I went and bought some Chinese food from Sac State's food court yesterday.  And then I suddenly remembered, MY MOTHER IS GOING TO BE MAKING FOOD FOR ME.  I immediately curse to myself and wonder how I'm going to rectify this situation.  But the only way to do that was to eat the food my mother made for me.  And I gotta say, I was getting pretty stuffed.  But I didn't want to make it seem like I had eaten already so I had to eat everything I had taken onto my plate.  I was getting pretty full and almost didn't eat the rest of my mashed potatoes (I swear I sound like a little kid right now).  I was able to finish it off but man if it wasn't the most food I've had in a while.  Never again... just tonight? I should have said, "Not ok."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I've been able to get involved in the RvB forums again.  It had gotten to the point where I wasn't able to think of things to say or join conversations already going on.  It was as bad as my Blog can get sometimes.  But I finally got back into the swing of things.  I R happy... for that anywho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another piece of interesting news is that I'm taking the test to become shift leader at CJ's.  That's right, I'm stepping my job up a notch (small as it may be).  But money increases and that's what I need.  So stupid me, like any test I ever have I procrastinate my studying.  So I spent until &lt;b&gt;5:30AM&lt;/b&gt; this morning studying for this damned thing.  Not only did I cram for something (which I think I'm going to do good at anyhow), but I stayed up WAY TOO long.  Thus, I couldn't get up this morning and missed my one and only class today.  Bloody freakin' wonderful.  GRRRRRR!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: I forgot to change the quote of the week, didn't I? There you go.  Sorry Peter, I forgot why I thought what you said was funny.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-110858349232991067?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110858349232991067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110858349232991067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110858349232991067' title='I Missed Class'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-110841308266932246</id><published>2005-02-14T12:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T12:31:22.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Perturbed (If that's even a word)</title><content type='html'>Mood - content (except for the idiots posting lyrics to Leolyrics.com)&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Cake - Shadow Stabbing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry but I just don't understand how people can even post lyrics from the song Comfort Eagle twice and it's not caught as the same song.  IT'S NOT CALLED BUILDING A RELIGION!!! And I'm sure Glen will let us all know whether that's a word or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I know I haven't been updating lately.  But once again, nothing that came to mind to post.  It kind of sucks but atleast I try my best, right? I really wish Glen would post again but he got complaints and hasn't done anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well here's something of interest (atleast, it interested me).  Early this morning (somewhere around 12AM), I was watching one of those crime scene investigation shows.  Now I'm not usually one to watch those but whatever; this one happened to catch my interest.  So one of the two cases being shown was about this guy whose body was found in a park and later they found where he had been hit by a car.  The problem is is that this guy's body (Hey Glen, I did it right this time!) was found with a substantial blood loss and the car hit scene had no blood to be found.  What was found out later is that the guy (The one who got hit; we'll call him Bill) flew straight into the windshield and just stuck there.  The guy who hit Bill happened to have been drunk and tried to sober up before calling the police.  But before he could call, HE FINDS OUT THAT BILL IS STILL ALIVE.  So he leaves his car in his garage and lets Bill die.  Now here's the catch; the hit and run guy would have been off the hook had he known that BILL WAS DELIBRATELY TRYING TO GET HIT.  A suicide note had been found by Bill's wife notifying that he intended to commit suicide.  Mister Hit &amp; Run was now in contempt for something he could have been off the hook for in the first place.  Tweak! o_O&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Glen was supposedly possibly going to come here today to Sac State but I haven't heard from him.  So I guess not.  Oh well.  Later dudes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Adjectives on the typewriter;&lt;br /&gt;he moves his words like a prize fighter. &lt;br /&gt;The frenzied pace of the mind inside the cell &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The man on the street might just as well be.&lt;br /&gt;The man on the street might just as well. &lt;br /&gt;The man on the street might just as well be."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-110841308266932246?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110841308266932246'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110841308266932246'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110841308266932246' title='Perturbed (If that&apos;s even a word)'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-110780262565638345</id><published>2005-02-07T10:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T11:00:45.963-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Brake For Mushrooms</title><content type='html'>Mood - confuzzled but happy&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Barenaked Ladies - Another Postcard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many times do I talk about shirts I get? Oh well, that's my new Mario Kart shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was a good day even though the Eagles didn't win.  I was rooting for them the entire time and it did feel bad that they lost.  But they played their best (except for using too much time at the end) and the game was close, which is what I was expecting.  And speaking of shirts, I need to get myself a McNabb jersey...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally got around to creating some MP3 CDs; I have a CD player that can read them but I've never taken the time 'til last night to actually do it.  And that's what I'm listening to right now; this CD is Barenaked Ladies, Cake, Jimmy Eat World, and Smash Mouth.  Put this thing on random repeat all and I'm a happy guy.  Good songs, though it started to seem like Smash Mouth wanted to play more even though there are more Barenaked ladies songs on there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT... because of this CD I realized that these are my top four bands.  It's kind of a funny way to figure this kind of thing out but I like it.  Between these four I could listen for years (if that made no sense, ask me later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I gotta go... I got a class in like 4 minutes.  Luckily for me, it's in this building I sit in.  Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS - The new quote of the week is from one of our forefathers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I had to guess, I'd say the monkey sender thinks it's great.&lt;br /&gt;He's sending me, maybe she's sending me, just to see me get irate.&lt;br /&gt;I'm losing sleep, and it's gonna be keeping me up all night.&lt;br /&gt;I thought it was funny but now I've got money on a monkey fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some chimps in hard hats, chimps a-working on a chain gang.&lt;br /&gt;Some chimps who love cats, burning rubber in a Mustang.&lt;br /&gt;A birthday-wishing chimp, a chimp in black like a goth.&lt;br /&gt;A goin' fishin' chimp, a British chimp in the bath."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-110780262565638345?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110780262565638345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110780262565638345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110780262565638345' title='I Brake For Mushrooms'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-110756104345256877</id><published>2005-02-04T15:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T15:50:43.453-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thank You Peter</title><content type='html'>Mood - very happy&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Smash Mouth - Whole Lotta Love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter was able to get all the pics from the Wintereenmas party last Sunday.  So I went and created four different pictures to display randomly in place of the animation.  I are happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also today, I got my hair cut and re - did the blonding.  Always good to have less hair up there; it gets really annoying when I work, start getting too hot, and have more hair.  It gets bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My brothers cat is getting REALLY talkative right now.  Shmitty's running around and really wanting Andrew to play with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really hate leaving because I feel like I've said absolutely dill.  But the thing is, I can't think of stuff to say.  Really, the purpose of this post was to point out the last of the new appearance.  But oh well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"For you I’d take off my shoes and my socks, baby.&lt;br /&gt;And watch you laugh as I walked across burnin rocks.&lt;br /&gt;But then I couldn’t chase you everywhere you go&lt;br /&gt;and it’s all about the chase everybody knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I’d like to think that you would never make me do this.&lt;br /&gt;But you know I’d do it if I had to prove it&lt;br /&gt;I’d do it again and again.&lt;br /&gt;You know I’d dummy up,&lt;br /&gt;'cuz i got nothin but a whole lotta love."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-110756104345256877?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110756104345256877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110756104345256877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110756104345256877' title='Thank You Peter'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-110746512985119112</id><published>2005-02-03T13:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T13:12:09.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF?!</title><content type='html'>Mood - entertained&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://albinoblacksheep.com/flash/screenlick.php" onmouseover="window.status='Oh dear lord...';return true" target="_blank"&gt;Can't stop laughing.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-110746512985119112?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110746512985119112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110746512985119112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110746512985119112' title='WTF?!'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-110746464985317399</id><published>2005-02-03T13:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T17:56:28.870-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Let Us Look Into The Past</title><content type='html'>Mood - intrigued&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Smash Mouth - Always Gets Her Way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have the tendency to look back on posts I made a year ago on my blog.  And on February 4th last year, I posted about a dream I had about a laptop computer.  Then I mentioned that I needed one of those like I needed a celluar phone.  BADA - BING, BADA - BOOM, guess what I have? A cel - phone! So I guess one thing was solved! Too bad though since I have no way at getting a laptop for quite a long time.  DAMN THEM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW Peter, you still have yet to send me the pictures from Wintereenmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn it, I've got nothing else to say.  Well, later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT (two seconds later): For some strange reason, blogger posted this and then a blank post containing no title, only my mood, song, and song lyrics.  WTF?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I know she likes her magazines &lt;br /&gt;and what they’re wearing down in Hollywood.&lt;br /&gt;I know she wants green tea ice cream&lt;br /&gt;and just for fun melting in the sun.&lt;br /&gt;She likes her jokes as long as they’re bad&lt;br /&gt;and I’ll laugh anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I’ll never really know her.&lt;br /&gt;She told me all I really need to know&lt;br /&gt;is that she’ll always get her way.&lt;br /&gt;She knows that she will always get away with it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-110746464985317399?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110746464985317399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110746464985317399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110746464985317399' title='Let Us Look Into The Past'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-110738891868244534</id><published>2005-02-02T15:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-05-03T19:42:31.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of Sick &amp; Twisted</title><content type='html'>Mood - happy&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Smash Mouth - You Are My Number One (Radio Remix)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is something I've been meaning to get around to and now it's my &lt;b&gt;Red vs. Blue&lt;/b&gt; forums avatar:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img class="border" src="http://webpages.csus.edu/~sac99547/blogstuff/entry02-02-05/byebyekitty.jpg" alt="Bye Bye Kitty!" width="350" height="454" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a very disturbing person.  Yes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"'Cause you can tell me lies, you know that I'd still believe you. (Say what?!)&lt;br /&gt;Stay right here, don't leave from that spot. (Come right back here my girl!)&lt;br /&gt;I can't go, you know I'm afraid to leave you.&lt;br /&gt;Don't you know, you're all that I've got?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm afread if you go you might disappear behind a mist.&lt;br /&gt;And I'd rather be hung from a tree or shot by a gun.&lt;br /&gt;And of all of these things that matter here upon my list.&lt;br /&gt;You are my number one.  Yes, you are my number one."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-110738891868244534?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110738891868244534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110738891868244534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110738891868244534' title='Speaking of Sick &amp; Twisted'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-110732764824249092</id><published>2005-02-01T23:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T23:00:48.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Monkey Story</title><content type='html'>No song or mood for today.  I thought I'd share a story I remember reading online during sophomore year of high - school.  Enjoy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pet store was selling them for 5 cents apiece. I thought this was unusual since they were normally a few thousand dollars. I decided not to look a gift horse in the mouth so I bought two hundred of them. I like monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took my two hundred monkeys home. I have a big car. I let one of them drive. His name was Sigmund. He was retarded. In fact none of them were very bright. They kept punching themselves in the genitals. I laughed. They punched me in the genitals. I stopped laughing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I herded them into my room. They didn't adapt too well to their new environment. They would screech and hurl themselves off the couch at high speeds and slam into the wall. Although humorous at first, the spectacle lost its novelty halfway into its third hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two hours later I found out why all the monkeys were so inexpensive; they all died. No apparent reason. They all just dropped dead. Kinda like when you buy a goldfish and five hours later it dies. God damn cheap monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't know what to do. There were two hundred dead monkeys lying all over my room, on the bed, in the dresser, hanging from my bookcase. It looked like I had 200 throw rugs. I tried to flush one down the toilet. It didn't work. It got stuck. Then I had one dead, wet monkey and one hundred ninety-nine dead, dry monkeys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to pretend that they were just stuffed animals. That worked for awhile, that is until they began to decompose. It started to smell really bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to pee but there was a dead monkey in my toilet and I didn't want to call a plumber. I was embarrassed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to slow down the decomposition by freezing them. Unfortunately there was only enough room for two at a time, so I had to change them out every 30 seconds. I also had to eat all the food so it didn't go bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried to burn them, but I didn't know that my bed was flammable. I had to extinguish the flames.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then I had one dead, wet monkey in my toilet, two dead, frozen monkeys in my freezer, and one hundred ninety-seven dead, charred monkeys in a pile on my bed. The odor wasn't improving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I became agitated at my inability to dispose of the dead monkeys and I really had to use the bathroom. So I went and severely beat one of the monkeys. I felt better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tried throwing them away but the garbage man said that the city was not allowed to dispose of charred primates. I told him I had a wet one. He couldn't take it either. I didn't bother asking about the frozen ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I finally arrived at a solution. I gave them out as Christmas presents. My friends pretended to like them, but I could tell they were lying. Ingrates. So I punched them in the genitals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like monkeys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-110732764824249092?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110732764824249092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110732764824249092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110732764824249092' title='The Monkey Story'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-110721680985870025</id><published>2005-01-31T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-31T16:13:29.856-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Passion of the Gamer</title><content type='html'>Mood - nostalgic (for yesterday which is really weird)&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - St. Jannaro - Miracle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday was incredibly awesome.  I got to go over to Peters house and have blast celebrating the gamer holiday of Wintereenmas.  Thus I felt the sudden urge to revamp the blog.  So here we are with the green and purple.  I like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really do feel nostalgic though.  I enjoy having fun and really enjoyed playing &lt;b&gt;Halo 2&lt;/b&gt; yesterday.  I haven't really played the multiplayer so getting to do that with five people was pretty damned good.  I sort of wish I could have gone with Glen and Peter to play with Peters brothers LAN party for &lt;b&gt;Halo 2&lt;/b&gt; back in November.  Moreover, I just feel like really playing games which hasn't happened in a while.  &lt;b&gt;Mario Tennis&lt;/b&gt; anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also met Chris (a friend of Peters and Glens).  He's cool, kind of spastic at times but overall a cool guy to hang out with.  And he likes anime, how can you go wrong? (Shut - up, Peter.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I have a class to go to in about twenty minutes so I'll be heading out soon.  But stay classy, Sacramento.  Also, tonight is &lt;b&gt;24&lt;/b&gt;.  YEAH BABY!!! So happy.  A'ight, I be out.  Don't go hitting on cheeseburgers; &lt;a href="http://andrewteman.typepad.com/worldchamp/2005/01/mcdonalds_wants" onmouseover="window.status='Man on sandwich action is wrong!';return true" target="_blank"&gt;man on sandwich action&lt;/a&gt; is wrong!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a miracle, it's a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;It's a miracle, it's a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;It's a miracle, it's a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;It's a miracle, it's a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;And dreams are made of emotion."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-110721680985870025?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110721680985870025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110721680985870025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110721680985870025' title='The Passion of the Gamer'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-110703880136672614</id><published>2005-01-29T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T14:46:41.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It May Not Be A Word...</title><content type='html'>Mood - spiffily happy&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Smash Mouth - Holiday In My Head&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but I used it anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, how are you guys? Doin' good? Great! Now onto me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://webpages.csus.edu/%7Esac99547/blogstuff/entry01-29-05/demo.gif" alt="Crudely drawn by yours truly" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use this picture to imagine what I'm about to describe.  Last night at work, I went to hand out this person's food through the window.  As I'm doing so, this wan comes careening from the drive - thru order menu board area.  The car slams into the side area where you see the word "rock."  Apparently, this woman had lost the ability to break so she thought there'd be somewhere that she could stop in the drive - thru.  She didn't want to hit the car in front of her so she just went into that side area.  Funny thing is, she ended up making that rock slam into the car on the other side WHICH HAPPENED TO BELONG TO OUR GENERAL MANAGER.  The woman's fender got all crunched along with the grill while my boss' truck has a big dent in it.  Yea, accidents.  I swear, last night was absolutely psycho.  Lot's of goings on; if you feel inclined ask me later for full details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In any case, today I got myself some sweet gaming shirts.  It's surprising that I didn't have any yet until today.  So here are two pics of the shirts I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://webpages.csus.edu/%7Esac99547/blogstuff/entry01-29-05/shirt01.png" alt="Supersonic Speed" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://webpages.csus.edu/%7Esac99547/blogstuff/entry01-29-05/shirt02.png" alt="The 1-Up Mushroom" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I R Happy.  And I go now! Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And what you want, what you really need&lt;br /&gt;are two different things wouldn't you say?&lt;br /&gt;The line is thin between fun and sin&lt;br /&gt;and we're all clockin' in for the day.&lt;br /&gt;And our only care is what to wear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every day is a getaway&lt;br /&gt;when all of it goes unsaid.&lt;br /&gt;I got a holiday, a paid holiday,&lt;br /&gt;I got a holiday in my head."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-110703880136672614?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110703880136672614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110703880136672614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110703880136672614' title='It May Not Be A Word...'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-110660018336024882</id><published>2005-01-24T13:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-25T12:04:30.703-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WTF, mate?!</title><content type='html'>Mood - confused&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Smash Mouth - Road Man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand why some computers can see the picture linking to the joint site between another member of the RvB forums and myself and some computers can't.  It makes no sense.  ESPECIALLY, when if you go &lt;a href="http://animezing.freesuperhost.com/images/azt.png" onmouseover="window.status='Here is what you should see...';return true" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;, YOU CAN SEE THE PICTURE!!! WHAT THE CRAP?! Atleast I specified the width and height so it doesn't ruin the sidebar if the picture doesn't show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm looking forward to a good Super Bowl this year.  Go Eagles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Road man didn't see the train man&lt;br /&gt;until it was too late to slow the van.&lt;br /&gt;Meanwhile, the band is waiting for the road man&lt;br /&gt;who was crushed by his beloved sound system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Road man slow it down&lt;br /&gt;and you will get there safe and sound.&lt;br /&gt;He says, 'No, no, no.&lt;br /&gt;No, no, no.&lt;br /&gt;No, no, the show must go on.&lt;br /&gt;The show must go on.&lt;br /&gt;The show must go... on."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-110660018336024882?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110660018336024882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110660018336024882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110660018336024882' title='WTF, mate?!'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-110630308218504674</id><published>2005-01-21T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T02:24:42.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Everything Is Unfin...</title><content type='html'>Mood - semi - tired&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Jimmy Eat World - Night Drive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't updated lately because of my lack of access to the computer.  My mother hates it when it's on so I just don't even bother anymore.  Sorry guys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday, I tried to find a system selector (a special device Gamestop sells that allows you to hook up a whole bunch of systems to one TV and select which one you want to use) but none of the Gamestops I checked (which was one of them) or called (which was three more) had the thing at all or didn't have the right kind (there's one specifically for HD TVs which I don't have).  So today (later when I get up at like 10 - 12) I'm hoping to go check out more.  But those will require major travelling via lightrail and bus.  Wish me luck!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ClanBOB is back, but not "The Life of Riley."  It's ok, they just got back and until they're ready I'll wait.  Though I did get to read up on the few comics I missed before they went kaput for a while.  There had been a few I didn't get to read and then the site went down and I was unhappy.  Yea for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[HK - 47 voice]Random Interjection: It appears to me that I am completely obsessed with the new Jimmy Eat World CD.[end HK - 47 voice]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you don't get it, then never mind.  Anyways, yesterday I watched &lt;b&gt;The Usual Suspects&lt;/b&gt; again.  It's a very good movie and I enjoyed seeing it again after having watched it like years ago.  Makes me think about stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And before I go, the other night I had a dream where I was writing a movie script that suddenly went bad and someone was getting murdered.  Well, in the dream I suddenly started humming this song and began drawing the motions of the knife being jabbed repeatedly into the victims back... AND THEN I WOKE UP!!! Now it's 4:13AM yesterday morning and I have this creepy music in my head.  I can't get back to sleep for about 20 minutes! And to top it all off, the dog begins to scratch incessantly (had to look that one up) on my parent's door.  So I was really freaked out for a while.  Well, gotta go to bed.  Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Lay back baby and we'll do this right.&lt;br /&gt;There's blankets in back we can use.&lt;br /&gt;I'll start the car, but we'll stay in park&lt;br /&gt;The cold can kill us before fumes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now's the right time for a good song;&lt;br /&gt;got something to say what I can't.&lt;br /&gt;Do you feel bad, like I feel bad?&lt;br /&gt;We'll pour us a road, we'll both drink and drive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kiss me with your cherry lipstick;&lt;br /&gt;never wash you off my face.&lt;br /&gt;Hit me I can take your cheap shots,&lt;br /&gt;leave you with the love we made."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-110630308218504674?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110630308218504674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110630308218504674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110630308218504674' title='Everything Is Unfin...'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-110480407499199412</id><published>2005-01-03T17:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T18:01:14.993-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Backpacks and Cigarettes</title><content type='html'>Mood - extremely happy&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Jimmy Eat World - Just Tonight...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I went shopping.  I got a cel - phone carrier, a fannypack thing that carries a CD player, the new Jimmy Eat World CD (which explains todays song), and &lt;b&gt;Mario Party 6&lt;/b&gt;.  Good times... especially with what happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, I was called out by the security at Target as a possible shop lifter.  I know this because as I was leaving the store, someone calls to me, "Hey Josh!" I look up and there's this guy I knew from Sheldon High School.  He tells me that his buddy had told him to look out for me.  So when he checks the cameras, he says, "Dude, that's Josh! He wouldn't do anything!" I guess I gotta be more careful but it was quite interesting to see Jason there at Target.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next event! Yeah, so I'm walking to the lightrail station at Broadway (almost directly after our phone conversation Glen) and as I'm turing the corner to the station this group of kids starts talking to me.  They're all pretty young (like 15 at the oldest) and this one guy asks me how old I am.  Long story short, they wanted me to buy them cigarettes.  I tell them no (because I'm not going to help them get cigs illegally) and they get mad at me.  Fun stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this new CD, pretty good stuff.  Even more interesting, it comes with a second CD that apparently contains demo versions of all the songs.  We'll have to see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I've got to get around to updating myself on all the internet stuff I've missed since my trip to Disneyland.  Later!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We'll never be the same,&lt;br /&gt;never feel this way again.&lt;br /&gt;I'd give you anything but you want pain.&lt;br /&gt;A little water please,&lt;br /&gt;I taste you all over my teeth.&lt;br /&gt;Never again.&lt;br /&gt;Just tonight?&lt;br /&gt;Ok."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-110480407499199412?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110480407499199412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110480407499199412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110480407499199412' title='Backpacks and Cigarettes'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-110358147870295639</id><published>2004-12-20T14:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-20T14:26:12.080-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cookie!</title><content type='html'>Mood - happy&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Cookie Monster - C Is For Cookie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, Peter you have permission to slap me for criticizing you on using Hakuna Matata as a song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, today I got the last of my Christmas shopping done and I went and shopped for some new pants for myself.  Spiffy, hurray, bet you really wanted to know about my pants.  Just like the horse did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, tonight I'm going to my work's Christmas party which I've never been to in my four years of working at CJ's (Carl's Jr. if your really dense).  And I'm looking forward to it; as we speak, cookies are being baked in the oven for me to take to the party.  Cooked by yours truly; yes folks, Joshua Chouiniere has the ability to make food.  Oh my goodness, a college guy can cook? Somebody call the police!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, is anyone else tired of me saying anywho? Glen? Peter? Andrew? Mysterious guy that no one really knows about? Apparently in the future, Santa is a robot bent on the destruction of everyone (naughty or nice).  That's what the two episodes of &lt;b&gt;Futurama&lt;/b&gt; last night told me.  But then again, TV has also told us that pink fuzzy flamingo slippers are exactly what our moms want for Christmas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I'm rambling and I should go.  The cookies are about to be done anywho.  So bye!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT (Three seconds later): The cookie recipe lied, it's going to take longer than eight minutes to get these things done! STUPID BAG OF BUTTERSCOTCH CHIPS!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"C is for cookie, that's good enough for me!&lt;br /&gt;C is for cookie, that's good enough for me!&lt;br /&gt;Oh, c is for cookie, that's good enough for me!&lt;br /&gt;OH! Cookie, cookie, cookie start with C!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*munch munch munch!*"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-110358147870295639?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110358147870295639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110358147870295639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110358147870295639' title='Cookie!'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-110300762920753607</id><published>2004-12-13T22:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T23:00:29.206-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So I've Been Told...</title><content type='html'>Mood - Wha, wha, what?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's become apparent that you guys didn't want to check the site.  I promise you it's more than just anime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-110300762920753607?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110300762920753607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110300762920753607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110300762920753607' title='So I&apos;ve Been Told...'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-110293208912657340</id><published>2004-12-13T01:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T10:54:29.566-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sorry</title><content type='html'>Mood - tired... eyelids... blurry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not doing much here for quite some time.  But I had good reason, I was working on my final project in HTML that will grow further &lt;a href="http://animezing.freesuperhost.com/" onmouseover="window.status='Happies!';return true" target="_blank"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-110293208912657340?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110293208912657340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110293208912657340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110293208912657340' title='Sorry'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5795898.post-110200843138071797</id><published>2004-12-02T09:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-02T09:27:11.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Shopping</title><content type='html'>Mood - ansy (if that's how that's spelled)&lt;br /&gt;Today's Song - Hideki Naganuma - Fly Like A Butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what I need to do on Friday.  This year, I get two checks before Christmas comes around so that'll be really helpful.  This check I'll be getting two shirts (hint, hint, wink, wink, nudge, nudge, etc., etc., stop me at anytime...) for people for sure.  It's interesting, as a kid you always wanted to know what it was you were getting before it was time.  Now as an adult, I don't really care either way; just feel free to get me anything if you care to.  I'm a pretty care free guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also this weekend, I hope to get over to Glen's house.  I'm going hopefully get back to work on a project started what feels like ten thousand years ago.  That's right, &lt;b&gt;MY SPRITE COMIC&lt;/b&gt;.  Andrew Hurst has been "threatening" me with starting without me.  I say that lightly because it really hasn't been all that threatening, I'm just messing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peter mentioned that the other day his teacher was accusing him of being a cheater and not knowing what the hell he was doing.  And to him I say, I saw that program and Peter bested you on the damned thing.  He took your sorry little dice roller and made it even more interesting by adding crap to it.  He wins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been listening to music from &lt;b&gt;Jet Set Radio Future&lt;/b&gt; lately; I have no idea what made me feel like listening to it but I just felt it was the time. (shortest paragraph ever).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One more interesting tid bit before I go: this morning my brother's cat Shmitty entertained us with his strange ways.  He went into my mom's room and jumped onto her bed.  She got him to come over to her and she said, "You need to go wake up your boy."  So what does the cat do? Shmitty walks into my brother's room, jumps onto his bed, and starts meowing at him.  All I have to say is that cat his awesome.  Well, gotta go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Felt like a-a, felt like a-a fly&lt;br /&gt;Felt like a fly&lt;br /&gt;Like a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Felt like a-a, felt like a-a fly&lt;br /&gt;Felt like a fly&lt;br /&gt;Like a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;Felt like a-a, felt like a-a fly&lt;br /&gt;Felt like a fly&lt;br /&gt;Like a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I felt like a bulldozer&lt;br /&gt;(Why hold it, why hold it)&lt;br /&gt;Trying to catch a butterfly&lt;br /&gt;(Why hold it - wonderful - monster)"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5795898-110200843138071797?l=chouinierebacca.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110200843138071797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5795898/posts/default/110200843138071797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://chouinierebacca.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110200843138071797' title='Christmas Shopping'/><author><name>Wyvern</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00672572375111037319</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_piWV8yUSHIc/SZs81WO4daI/AAAAAAAAAAM/66l-xJVrLjs/S220/J.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
