<?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-3912453337581930138</id><updated>2011-07-07T23:21:35.135-07:00</updated><category term='Friends'/><category term='bored'/><category term='happiness'/><category term='first'/><category term='Questionare'/><category term='Vincent Ward'/><category term='Alien 3'/><category term='bus 142'/><category term='Internet censors'/><category term='Alaska'/><title type='text'>The other side of the coin</title><subtitle type='html'>All the things not good enough to print.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc074.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912453337581930138/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc074.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183020582561675510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no6arH3Hk5c/TATYCofb8nI/AAAAAAAAAAs/duCXpSG1_vE/S220/PIC_0556.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912453337581930138.post-5485238408922587703</id><published>2010-06-01T21:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T21:00:00.838-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Internet censors'/><title type='text'>Back on deck</title><content type='html'>So, as I asked Mrs Lincoln after the show; did I miss anything?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's been happening? Not much.. Same shit different day..&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I kind of feel like 'Hard Harry' from Pump up the volume not knowing (or caring) if anyone is reading this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anywho, I've gotten myself, for some strange reason, a crackberry, which I'm very attached, and thought if I can't seem to email people with it, and I'm now one of the few without a Facebook anymore, that I'd just waffle away on a blog. There will be some intresting readings over time I promise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Starting with; The Internet&lt;br /&gt;Don't you love how you can say what you want? Yeeeahh that's what I thought.. Someone somewhere will read what you wrote, crack the shits and all hell will break loose. Forget internet censors, we've got family, friends, wives, husbands to do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912453337581930138-5485238408922587703?l=dmc074.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc074.blogspot.com/feeds/5485238408922587703/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912453337581930138&amp;postID=5485238408922587703' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912453337581930138/posts/default/5485238408922587703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912453337581930138/posts/default/5485238408922587703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc074.blogspot.com/2010/06/back-on-deck.html' title='Back on deck'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183020582561675510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no6arH3Hk5c/TATYCofb8nI/AAAAAAAAAAs/duCXpSG1_vE/S220/PIC_0556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912453337581930138.post-893255577471734663</id><published>2008-12-17T17:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T17:53:36.775-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bored'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Questionare'/><title type='text'>Useless info, was bored at lunch..</title><content type='html'>1.) If you jumped out your bedroom window right now, how injured would you be? Kinda i guess, it is the 3rd floor&lt;br /&gt;2.) Would you ever want a pet goat? Why/why not? Sure, to see if it'll really eat cans&lt;br /&gt;3.) Do you find graveyards scary? Nup.. should i?&lt;br /&gt;4.) How many people do you think would go to your funeral? Just family, where they can all say 'what a great guy he was' all lying through their teeth as you do at funnerals..&lt;br /&gt;5.) Do you want to die in the morning, afternoon, or night? I hope to pass away in my sleep...&lt;br /&gt;6.) Is autumn your favorite season? A nice winter is better&lt;br /&gt;7.) Think of the last person who said I love you to you, do you think they meant it? Rebecca, my wife&lt;br /&gt;8.) When was the last time you had butterflies? I had a butterfly on my nose recently, does that count?&lt;br /&gt;9.) What can't you wait for? Christmas to be over...&lt;br /&gt;10.) Is this the best year of your life? Oh God NO! Still waiting for a half decent year. &lt;br /&gt;11.) Are you good at hiding your feelings? Um... Yes. But for only so long before i blow up. &lt;br /&gt;12.) What is something you currently want right now? MONEY&lt;br /&gt;13.) Have you ever been punched by the opposite sex? NEVER, you don't hit girls, ever..&lt;br /&gt;14.) Have you ever gotten in a drunken fight? Dont drink.&lt;br /&gt;15.) What's your relationship with the person you last texted? Wife&lt;br /&gt;16.) What was the first thing you did when you woke up? Switch off my alarm&lt;br /&gt;17.) Who knows you the best? No-one really, but some people are CLOSE&lt;br /&gt;18.) Did you get a full 8 hours of sleep last night? Never&lt;br /&gt;19.) Have anyone on your mind? Always&lt;br /&gt;20.) Whose birthday is coming up? Kylie&lt;br /&gt;21.) If your friends warn you about someone, do you listen? Friends? Explain?&lt;br /&gt;22.) When you say you don't care, do you mean it? Most of the time&lt;br /&gt;23.) Are you satisfied with what you currently have in life? NO&lt;br /&gt;24.) Are you sarcastic? No, not at all...  ;-)&lt;br /&gt;25.) How long until your birthday? 8 months&lt;br /&gt;26.) Do you think you can love someone without trusting them? No&lt;br /&gt;27.) Is there someone who you can spend every minute with and be happy?  YES&lt;br /&gt;28.) Who do you text the most? Rebecca&lt;br /&gt;29.) Are you shy? Very&lt;br /&gt;30.) Ever turned a girl/boy down you shouldn't have? Apparently, no good on subtle hints&lt;br /&gt;31.) How is your hair? N/A and thats the way i like it&lt;br /&gt;32.) Do you believe that if you want something bad enough you'll get it? Sometime..&lt;br /&gt;33.) Will you have alcohol this weekend? May-be&lt;br /&gt;34.) Could you cry right now? Oh big time&lt;br /&gt;35.) Are you a jealous person? Not so much... I have my moments&lt;br /&gt;36.) Do you wear the seat belt in the car? Always&lt;br /&gt;37.) Do you like to text or call more? Txt&lt;br /&gt;38.) What is the weather like today? Warm with possible storm (weather nerd)&lt;br /&gt;39.) Who did you last talk to on the phone? Elle&lt;br /&gt;40.) Where will you be in an hour? Here.&lt;br /&gt;41.) How late did you stay up last night and why? Weekdays around 10pm weekend as late as possible&lt;br /&gt;42.) Whose bed did you sleep in last night? Mine.&lt;br /&gt;43.) What are your plans for the weekend? Family time.. xmas duties&lt;br /&gt;44.) Are you someone's best friend? Dunno&lt;br /&gt;45.) Do you want any more piercings? Dont have one.&lt;br /&gt;46.) When was the last time you were told you were cute? A while ago&lt;br /&gt;47.) How was this week? Shitte as usual&lt;br /&gt;48.) Have you ever kissed anyone whose name started with an R? My wife Rebecca&lt;br /&gt;49.) What did you do today? Work&lt;br /&gt;50.) Where were you at 3:02 AM this morning? Sleeping&lt;br /&gt;51.) Have you ever punched a tree? No&lt;br /&gt;52.) Do you take the bus? Yes&lt;br /&gt;53.) Ever kissed in the rain? No&lt;br /&gt;54.) Do you wear the hood on your hoodie? Sometimes&lt;br /&gt;55.) Last thing you laughed at? A clip of a fat kid getting hammer by paintballs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/l.php?u=http%3A%2F%2Fwww.youtube.com%2Fwatch%3Fv%3DNavNc-OOHzI%26feature%3Drec-r2&amp;amp;h=3b87e8e8e6c7416df83141194f156a7d" target="_blank" rel="nofollow" __untrusted="true"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NavNc-OOHzI&amp;amp;feature=rec-r2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;56.) What color are your eyes? Blue&lt;br /&gt;57.) Would you rather have your nose or tongue pierced? Neither&lt;br /&gt;58.) Where will you be 12 hours from now? Dunno&lt;br /&gt;59.) Do you like summer? Only the storms&lt;br /&gt;60.) Is your current hair color mostly your natural hair color? Yes. &lt;br /&gt;61.) Everything happens for a reason? I hope not&lt;br /&gt;62.) Has the opposite sex been in your room before? Yes&lt;br /&gt;63.) What's your mood? Next..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912453337581930138-893255577471734663?l=dmc074.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc074.blogspot.com/feeds/893255577471734663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912453337581930138&amp;postID=893255577471734663' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912453337581930138/posts/default/893255577471734663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912453337581930138/posts/default/893255577471734663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc074.blogspot.com/2008/12/useless-info-was-bored-at-lunch.html' title='Useless info, was bored at lunch..'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183020582561675510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no6arH3Hk5c/TATYCofb8nI/AAAAAAAAAAs/duCXpSG1_vE/S220/PIC_0556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912453337581930138.post-6333125525793231118</id><published>2008-12-14T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-14T11:49:15.393-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alien 3'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vincent Ward'/><title type='text'>Alternate Alien 3</title><content type='html'>"We open in a wooden cathedral. We think it's the middle ages. There are monks working behind the scenes, going upstairs through alcoves, then up ladders through attics and lofts. We follow one monk, who emerges through a gantry and looks out through a trap door across the encrusted surface of his enviroment, a little plain that curves, with a lagoon and a shallow atmosphere. The monk sees a star in the East. It gets closer and closer. Other monks come up the ladder and more people join them over a period of days and weeks. And the star gets closer, until it smashes into the lagoon. The monks believe it is some sort of omen, that it is going to save them in some way. Of course, we know it is something quite different."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The monk we first see, John, goes over to the crashed spaceship in a coracle, this ancient little vessel made of hide. Everything is destroyed inside. He and the other monks find bedchambers with the glass broken. They find trails of blood. There's no sign of Newt, and they find Ripley. She's asleep, but the shield to her sleeping chamber is broken. They take her by coracle and by ladder down to where the senior bishop is. He's kind of a real reactionary, and rules with an iron rod. The bishops and the monks interrogate her, and she only has one ally, this monk called John, who's a little more open than the rest. There's a weird physical frisson between him and Ripley. Then things start going wrong."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"There are these monastic toilets. Six or eight long-drop toilets with dividers between each closet. Here the monks catch up on the local gossip. But the Alien - which has come from the spaceship and then down into the wooden vessel - is circling through their sewerage system. One guy is in the middle of a conversation, then whoosh! The Alien gets him from below. One by one, the Alien sucks them down into the sewage."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The monks ecome frightened. Ripley, as a woman, has become to them a kind of evil presence. She is sent down to a cell, where she starts to hallucinate. It's kind of morning sickness. She has been inpregnated by the Alien. The hallucinations are very much likeBosch visions, apocalyptic visions of fire and death. The Alien attempts to taunt her, and they achieve this strange intimacy. And Ripley can't tell what's real and what's not real."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"It's a year or two later. The flames have been put out. The wheatfields have grown back. You see a line of monks, wearing their cowls and habits, and they are working away, stripping the plants for the weat. We move down the line and you see one face, and then another, and then your realise that one of the monks is now Ripley. You just see this lean face that has been through all these things. And she has finally found her own sense of community through thses men and this isolated place. She's found her own sense of peace."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was the original Alien 3 story by Vincent Ward. Which he's said "I still have this film in my head, I can still see it really strongly. Who knows? we may still see it yet"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912453337581930138-6333125525793231118?l=dmc074.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc074.blogspot.com/feeds/6333125525793231118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912453337581930138&amp;postID=6333125525793231118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912453337581930138/posts/default/6333125525793231118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912453337581930138/posts/default/6333125525793231118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc074.blogspot.com/2008/12/alternate-alien-3.html' title='Alternate Alien 3'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183020582561675510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no6arH3Hk5c/TATYCofb8nI/AAAAAAAAAAs/duCXpSG1_vE/S220/PIC_0556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912453337581930138.post-1838657998318233697</id><published>2008-12-11T17:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T17:51:06.723-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Friends'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='happiness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bus 142'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Alaska'/><title type='text'>Mindless</title><content type='html'>So here's my second posting. Not sure what to write exactly.. I do have a couple of thing to mention though..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this one friend who kind beats up on 'there' self (trying not to be gender specific) about getting stuff done. I guess it's kind of hard not to say to much with out giving away the identity. But anyway, they are really good at what they do, REALLY good, and i guess they just need some reassuring sometimes. But we all do, don't we? Like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; going to be a father and &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; really not sure if and how i will cope. Not so much as a father directly, the outside factors like bills, work, one day we will HAVE to move from our place (rented), stuff like that. And i guess sometimes it would be nice to be told "it's going to be alright".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another point i want to discuss with my maybe 2 readers. Why is it we &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; seem to be allowed to be happy? I've had a few things in the past that would make my day, but lately it's just been getting my arse to Alaska to see this bus before it &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;dissolves&lt;/span&gt; into the either..  But with a kid coming &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;thats&lt;/span&gt; not going to happen anytime soon. I mean i had my chance to just head off, but i didn't and it eats me up so badly that i mightn't have that chance again.. And &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;i'm&lt;/span&gt; not blaming anyone for this, i just wish things had worked out differently.. Just the thought of getting state side and seeing my friends, hanging out, having fun, seeing the bus, i can not think of anything that would make me happier, seriously.. I'm not sure how to explain it more &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;specifically&lt;/span&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On another note.. thank goodness for the spell checker on here.. lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912453337581930138-1838657998318233697?l=dmc074.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc074.blogspot.com/feeds/1838657998318233697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912453337581930138&amp;postID=1838657998318233697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912453337581930138/posts/default/1838657998318233697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912453337581930138/posts/default/1838657998318233697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc074.blogspot.com/2008/12/mindless.html' title='Mindless'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183020582561675510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no6arH3Hk5c/TATYCofb8nI/AAAAAAAAAAs/duCXpSG1_vE/S220/PIC_0556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3912453337581930138.post-4514195554711954219</id><published>2008-12-09T17:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-09T17:56:51.773-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='first'/><title type='text'>Existance</title><content type='html'>"Everything decent's been done. All the great themes have been used up. Turned into theme parks. So I don't really find it exactly cheerful to be living in the middle of a totally, like, exhausted decade where there's nothing to look forward to and no one to look up to."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bit dramatic i know, but hey, it's true..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to my first blog...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure if or when people will be reading this. I have a few faithful fans on my Fakebook account, but i'm a 'nobody' on here so we'll see what happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think i'll see the general reaction (if any) to start to see if i can blog properly or have to censor this too..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3912453337581930138-4514195554711954219?l=dmc074.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dmc074.blogspot.com/feeds/4514195554711954219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3912453337581930138&amp;postID=4514195554711954219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912453337581930138/posts/default/4514195554711954219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3912453337581930138/posts/default/4514195554711954219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dmc074.blogspot.com/2008/12/existance.html' title='Existance'/><author><name>Andrew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09183020582561675510</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_no6arH3Hk5c/TATYCofb8nI/AAAAAAAAAAs/duCXpSG1_vE/S220/PIC_0556.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
