<?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-1328459916308784065</id><updated>2011-11-27T02:17:44.358-08:00</updated><category term='Nostalgia'/><category term='FAIL.'/><category term='Cartoons'/><title type='text'>A Place For The Voices....</title><subtitle type='html'>A page for me to rant on I suppose. I'll touch upon all subjects under the sun. Stay tuned for boredom.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>50</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-4512168869428516103</id><published>2011-10-04T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-04T18:20:24.769-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Attitude is Welcome Welcome.</title><content type='html'>Again, ages since I've touched this blog. Whatever. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've almost come to the point where I would just rather keep everything in my head than post it here and/or my other blog, as I don't seem to trust my friends like I once did. I can't seem to say anything without being made fun of or trolled. Hell I probably won't even actually post this link to Facebook. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever. Moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You ever have someone whom which you held in high regard (possibly too high of a regard?) in a conversation say something that just.....burns? And I don't mean the typical dig or insult, I mean as if you were talking about something very important and that you haven't talked to anyone else about and they drop some sort of bomb on you? Or they try to tell you that what you said was a lie? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A couple months ago, I had that occur. I unfortunately cannot get into detail about it, but one of the final lines from the other party pretty much shattered my heart. I mean, who the fuck are they to question what the fuck my actual intentions were, or what the fuck I actually meant? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;It just.....burns. I don't open up that much to too many people (and rightfully so, if my previous experiences with people is anything to go by), so for someone like that to say that they said just pretty much fucking murdered me inside. I'm sure I'll get over it, but fuck it won't be easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Again, whatever. Just something echoing in my head for awhile I guess.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The other thing that seems to piss in my Cheerios, is when someone question how much effort you actually put into something. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This also was said a couple months ago, but fuck me it just won't go away. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let's face it, I'm physically (and mentally) beat up. I'm wearing a wrist brace because of a tear, and have premature arthritis in both wrists. I've already had one knee fixed, my lower back is in a constant state of pain, and more and more frequently my ankle is just......fucked. So when I push myself as hard as I do, even though my body won't really let me, and someone says "oh well he just shows up to have fun, he doesn't really try THAT hard" that just irks the fuck out of me. I should've just said something right there on the spot, but if I recall correctly, we were at a party, and it would've been insanely rude to cause a scene. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know I'm falling the fuck apart, but shit, the day I "don't try" is the day you can put me in the fucking ground. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I just don't know anymore. Something has got to give, right? My fucking head is beginning to hurt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-4512168869428516103?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/4512168869428516103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=4512168869428516103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/4512168869428516103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/4512168869428516103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2011/10/your-attitude-is-welcome-welcome.html' title='Your Attitude is Welcome Welcome.'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-6217772280991356276</id><published>2011-08-16T18:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-16T18:32:17.479-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Diamond in the Rough....A Boy and His Car Part Deux.</title><content type='html'>I slowly made my way down the hill and to the barn where she's been sitting. I gently removed her cover, making sure not to catch it on the mirror or any of the trim....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;...And there she was. The small bit of light shining into the barn caught the British Racing Green surface of her rear quarter, amplifying the beauty of her curves. Another bit of light shone down upon the rust taking residence upon the cowl. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She almost lived tonight. We are so close to her resuscitation. For 20 seconds, she proved she deserves a second chance, something the previous two owners failed to realize. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But she isn't theirs anymore, she's all mine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The night and dark finally took over, and I had to cover her back up. I will return here, I will make this work. She will roar to life, and we will terrorize the streets together.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;She's not perfect. But then again neither am I. That, is what makes it work. My diamond in the rough, my Datsun Z. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-6217772280991356276?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/6217772280991356276/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=6217772280991356276' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/6217772280991356276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/6217772280991356276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2011/08/diamond-in-rougha-boy-and-his-car-part.html' title='A Diamond in the Rough....A Boy and His Car Part Deux.'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-7011431465240240822</id><published>2011-08-12T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-12T08:30:50.089-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Moment In Passing....A Boy and His Car.</title><content type='html'>I walked out of the garage, and our eyes met. She had been sitting there all week, watching galavant around town with &lt;em&gt;her&lt;/em&gt;, and I could feel the jealousy and the sense of neglect. I slowly approached her, apologizing for the lack of time we've spent together recently, and gently opened her up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I slid inside slowly, inserted the key, and turned it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She cranked, sputtered, then rumbled to life. I had missed her honestly, but recent events had necessitated her sitting alone for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched her warm up, then slowly moved her to the intersection. The light turned green and we carried on through town. I waited till no one was around, and finally put my foot down. There it was. The roar, the spool, and acceleration. Euphoric. I remembered why when I first laid eyes on her I HAD to have her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We continued through downtown, if only so I could listen to her amazing rumble reverberate off of all the old brick buildings....The sound....it never gets old.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally, I had to bring her back. I hope she understands that it isn't by choice the other one is around, but out of necessity. I park, shut her down and remove the key, slide out and gently close the door. I run my hand gently down her rear quarter, admiring her lines, then turn and walk away. She and I both knew I'd be back, regardless of how long it took me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, she's fuckin awesome. I can't wait for the next ride, and neither can she.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-7011431465240240822?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/7011431465240240822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=7011431465240240822' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/7011431465240240822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/7011431465240240822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2011/08/moment-in-passinga-boy-and-his-car.html' title='A Moment In Passing....A Boy and His Car.'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-7115043266210177906</id><published>2011-08-10T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-08-10T19:10:59.041-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're Biting Your Own Fucking Neck.</title><content type='html'>Wow. Its been awhile. No time for bullshit, so lets dive right into the cesspool.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People please, stop telling other people things over and over, when in reality you are telling them to yourself. I understand people disagree with you and that shakes your confidence in your decision, but going on and on about it just shows how little confidence you have in yourself. Someone disagreed with you, we get it. You apparently were never 100% on it in the first place if you have to keep discussing it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Make your fucking bed, and take a god damned nap in it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;People please, stop using other people as your safety net when your fucking joke of a love life crumbles to ashes every 6 months to a year. You want nothing to do with us when you have a man/woman in your life, but the second you get bored with them and walk away from it, you're right the fuck back like you were never a ghost. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Actually while we're on that subject.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;When someone in the group FINALLY calls you out on your bullshit ghosting habits, don't take to Facebook and try to pawn it off as the person wanting your world to revolve around them. You're lying to your own immature delusional ass, as well as trying to bullshit everyone who reads your status into pitying you. Just because you can't see the brick wall you keep running into doesn't mean it isn't there. Don't be pissed when someone points out the obstacles you can't bring yourself to fucking deal with. I assure you, you have done nothing important enough that has affected me in a way where I would put you at the center of my world.....and frankly I don't think my attention span (comparable to a crack head's) would allow me to focus on you for too long anyway. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh yeah. People please stop lighting London on fire. Its not going to solve anything, and I happen to like London. Alot. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Furthermore....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You're, your.....There, Their, Theyre.....Were, We're. Please learn the difference. Oh and stop using apostrophe S to pluralize EVERYTHING. Sheesh. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not perfect. If the people read this that it is directed at, don't respond to it with the classic "Oh who is he to fucking talk? Like he's so perfect, he's this, he's that, he's done this and that, he has this and that issue", because I am well the fuck aware I am a walking ball of chaos/ignorance/stubbornness/fuckery. I never claimed to be perfect. People constantly call me out on some of my fuck ups, so I'm just passing it on to try and help others. Seriously. I know its hard to believe, but I really am trying to help. I know its probably not the best way, but you won't listen or respond to any other way. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh and I bet a psychologist would have a fucking FIELD DAY with me and what goes on in my cavernous cranium. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-7115043266210177906?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/7115043266210177906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=7115043266210177906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/7115043266210177906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/7115043266210177906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2011/08/youre-biting-your-own-fucking-neck.html' title='You&apos;re Biting Your Own Fucking Neck.'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-420063200107458320</id><published>2011-06-22T17:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T17:53:40.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(68, 68, 68); font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', HelveticaNeue, Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 14px; line-height: 19px; "&gt;&lt;div class="post_title" style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; font-size: 22px; font-weight: bold; line-height: 1.3; margin-bottom: 10px; margin-top: 0px !important; "&gt;It could be...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;p style="outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: 0px; margin-top: 10px; margin-bottom: 0px !important; margin-right: 0px; margin-left: 0px; "&gt;It comes and it goes….The rage, the anger, the despair….I only seek to control it, and it seems to be the fire that lights my way….Do I ask for help, or let it grab the wheel?&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-420063200107458320?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/420063200107458320/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=420063200107458320' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/420063200107458320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/420063200107458320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2011/06/am-i.html' title='Am I....'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-3515580482963035038</id><published>2011-05-16T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-16T16:20:15.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Flat Four, A Rotary, Short People, and Racing. PART 1!!!</title><content type='html'>What a weekend. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But first, a quick apology for letting this sit dormant for so long. I'm sorry. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So a couple weeks back a friend of mine I hadn't heard from in quite some time called me up, if only to TELL ME (no, not ask lol) that I would be accompanying him and his girlfriend down to PA to attend NICOfest again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be honest, even though I had an absolute blast the last time I went, I hadn't even thought about returning, never mind the fact that I am about a year removed from even owning a Nissan. Yes I have a Datsun, but whatever. So after some pondering, I said fuck it, why not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The only thing that scared me a bit, is/was that the WRX is catless without a tune. At 150K, no tune and some track abuse can be....lets say....not healthy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Another fun thing was that this would mean I would have to meet Jim's (the aforementioned friend who called me) new GF, and given my....erm....sense of humor, would be interesting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Finally, the day arrived. Friday the 13th! DUN DUN DUN. I made sure as to load up some tools and spare automotive fluids just in case shit happened, as sometimes shit happens lol I made it to Jim and Jenn's abode in 2.5 hours, which isn't bad for a jaunt from NH to CT. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I'll spare the boring details, but it was good to meet Jenn yadda yadda yadda, 8 hour drive blah blah blah.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So finally we arrive in PA. Giggity. We check in the hotel, park the cars, and unload that which is necessary to be unloaded. I know, I'm awesome with details. Moving on. So as comes with being human, and travelling long distances, WE WERE FUCKING HUNGRY. ROAR. Luckily for us (me!), there is a TGI FRIDAY'S!!!!!!! WEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we go in, and take a seat in a booth in the lounge, because honestly, where else is fun to sit at a TGI Fridays? So we eat, I converse with various members of the waitstaff, and we get on with our lives. Then comes the hard part....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;....Allocating alcohol. Oh Shit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PA laws don't allow beer store to sell hard liquor. We wanted Liquor. Liquor store was closed. Lamesauce. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So we decided we might as well just go to the Hardware Bar at the hotel, as we had a freakin blast the last time Jim and I were down there. So off we went...La dee freakin da.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Apparently, this was douchebag and farm animal night. Why? Well every girl in he place was either a douchebag (the bartenders) or farm animals (the girl with no neck.). The only saving graces were that in between making snide comments about my drinks, the bartenders were on point as far as making the drinks, and the cover band wasn't bad. Jenn was super tired from a previous business trip, so she bowed out early, then Jim after that, and then I had two shots of Jager and a Vodka redbull then called it a night. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Does the weekend get better? Do unicorns appear? What is purple drank? STAY TUNED!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-3515580482963035038?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/3515580482963035038/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=3515580482963035038' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/3515580482963035038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/3515580482963035038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2011/05/flat-four-rotary-short-people-and.html' title='A Flat Four, A Rotary, Short People, and Racing. PART 1!!!'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-7366088242426990078</id><published>2011-03-23T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-23T16:02:12.614-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Perfection, Universal Perception?</title><content type='html'>I will be upfront and say that this particular blog post hath stemmed from a conversation from my friend Nicole, when the subject of Philosophy came up. She brought up Plato's &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/World_of_Forms"&gt;World/Theory of Forms&lt;/a&gt;, which at some points speaks of perception.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which brought us to this....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: I often wonder if our obsession with perfection is due to the fact that we think it may not exist and that scares us.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nicole: Yeah, that makes sense. When you really think about it there is no reason we should strive for it because its not possible. But maybe because we know that, we try anyways.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Me: And sometimes people realize it may not be attainable, and it ruins them.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Which brings us here to this blog....Let us continue....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perfection means something different to everyone. But does it actually exist just because we have a perception of the basic idea? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, does the idea of perfection exist because we, as imperfect beings, NEED it to exist? As if it needs to be there as the ultimate goal? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People often need something to strive for. Goals, dreams, etc are all different ideas of what we need to accomplish to feel success, or in some way, perfection. But outside of this need to succeed, or feel successful, does perfection exist? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If there were no humans around, would the idea of perfection exist? And is there one ultimate facet of perfection that all people can agree on? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For instance...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ask two completely different people what their idea of a "perfect moment" would be, and most likely you will get two different answers, mostly due to the people's perception of what "perfect" is. Could it be that perfection could be a selfish notion? As in, when you create something, and its perfect to you, but it isn't to those you share it with, you don't care, because you made it perfect for yourself and not others?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;One thing that lends itself to the idea that there might be a universal idea, is that there are groups of people who actually share interests and common ground and often times within that common ground (music, art, cars, food, the list could go on forever) there is a shared view within that community of what is perfection relative to the base common interest. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So does that mean that there COULD be a common perception of an ultimate perfection for all? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps. But the idea of perfection could almost certainly be compared directly to the idea of religion and one God or deity ruling over us all, and being responsible for our existence. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There are large groups that agree on different ideas of the different religions, but aren't they all just different facets of the same basic idea but with different names and names for the deities? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Indeed they are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So perhaps there is one base idea of perfection that we all might not realize but all our individual ideas of perfection at any given time are just different facets of. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or perhaps every individual's idea of perfection could be too different from the next to be connected to a base idea?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And if either of those cases are true, what IS the base idea of perfection? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The dictionary tells us the definition is...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 16px; "&gt;&lt;div class="header" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;h2 class="me" style="font-family: 'Arial Unicode MS', Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 18px; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; display: inline; font-weight: bold; "&gt;per·fec·tion&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;sup style="height: 0px; line-height: 1.25em; vertical-align: baseline; position: relative; bottom: 1ex; font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;/sup&gt;  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="body" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0em; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0em; margin-left: 0em; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;div class="pbk" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 15px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;span class="pg" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 3px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; display: inline; font-style: italic; "&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; "&gt;–noun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: block; "&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(123, 123, 123); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; display: block; float: left; width: 28px; "&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 37px; "&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; "&gt;state&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;quality&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;being&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;becoming&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/perfect" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;perfect&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: block; "&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(123, 123, 123); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; display: block; float: left; width: 28px; "&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;2.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 37px; "&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; "&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; "&gt;highest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;degree&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;proficiency,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; "&gt;skill,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; "&gt;excellence,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;as&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; "&gt;some&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/art" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; 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margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; display: block; float: left; width: 28px; "&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 37px; "&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/perfect" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;perfect&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; "&gt;embodiment&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; "&gt;example&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;something.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: block; "&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(123, 123, 123); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; display: block; float: left; width: 28px; "&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;4.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 37px; "&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;quality,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;trait,&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; background-color: transparent; "&gt;feature&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/the" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;the&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;highest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;degree&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;excellence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: block; "&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(123, 123, 123); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; display: block; float: left; width: 28px; "&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;5.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 37px; "&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;highest&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;most&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; cursor: default; "&gt;nearly&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/perfect" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;perfect&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;degree&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;a&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;quality&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;or&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;trait.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="luna-Ent" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 1em; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 5px; padding-left: 3px; background-color: rgb(255, 255, 255); display: block; "&gt;&lt;span class="dnindex" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(123, 123, 123); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-weight: bold; display: block; float: left; width: 28px; "&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;6.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="dndata" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 37px; "&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;the&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/act" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;act&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;or&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;fact&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span id="hotword" name="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;of&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; "&gt;&lt;a href="http://dictionary.reference.com/browse/perfect" style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51); text-decoration: underline; font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; font-style: normal; font-weight: normal; "&gt;perfecting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span id="hotword" style="font-family: Verdana, Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; color: rgb(51, 51, 51); line-height: 1.25em; margin-top: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; padding-top: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; position: static; "&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But it doesn't tell us what the basic idea of it is. Even that basic idea could be so different from person to person that it eliminates the possibility of there being one ultimate perfection. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or does it leave it open to the chance that we just don't realize that we could all have the same subconscious base idea of it? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Besides all this, what would it take for us all to realize this subconscious idea? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Is part of being human to strive for perfection in some situations? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Perhaps. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Do we as humans perceive perfection as a necessity? If we didn't have perfection to strive for, would we still try as hard? Most likely. The competitive nature in us (some of us anyway) keeps us trying our best, as humans DESPISE failure. Success doesn't always equate to perfection for some, so I think the lack of the idea of perfection wouldn't take anything away from the feeling of succeeding. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I believe that the notion of perfection is deeply rooted in our subconscious, but it is "coded" (for lack of a better term) differently in all of us, but the basic idea or feeling remains the same in all of us whether we realize/admit it or not. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Us humans, we're interesting folk sometimes no?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-7366088242426990078?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/7366088242426990078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=7366088242426990078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/7366088242426990078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/7366088242426990078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2011/03/perfection-universal-erception.html' title='Perfection, Universal Perception?'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-3893647667951013788</id><published>2011-03-14T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T19:14:49.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Going Down With The Ship PART 1</title><content type='html'>So yeah, between the insanely high gas prices and the fact I owe the IRS a bit of money, I am not pleased with the government. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And no I don't mean that in a crazy type of way. So relax.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I think its time for real change, as in, a bunch of normal everyday motherfuckers running the ship.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Like who? Well....why not me? Well other than the fact I'm not rich and I don't like to wear a suit.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Before we go any further, keep in mind my knowledge of politics is a joke, as I try not to get wrapped up in this shit, and these related posts are PURELY FOR FUN.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright. Let's go!!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The year is 2012. Elections are over. I have won the position of President of United States of America. What do I do now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The following....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hold a press conference right off the bat. I take no questions. I have no speech written, no PR people to speak for me, and no teleprompter. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I walk up to the mic dressed in normal clothes, mohawk freshly cut, and I say something along the lines of.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;"Alright folks, first off I want to say thank you to the people who voted for me. For those who didn't, its cool. I understand that not everyone is going to agree with what I'm all about, so to speak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;America, let's be realistic, and not bullshit ourselves. The past few years, regardless of the president at the time, has been hard. I am not going to stand up here and try to get you to buy into some crap about how I'm going to make things better, and how I have an extensive plan on how to fix everything, because I don't. Life in these times is too unpredictable to try and plan every little detail for, but you have my word, that I will do my damned to fix what I can. Some of it will be little things you may not notice right away, and hopefully some of it will be big differences in everyone's life for the better. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I am not perfect, we are not perfect. I will not stand up here and try to be either. I have a funny haircut, I swear alot, and I don't dress the best, but I fail to see how that will effect my job. So deal with it. Appearance isn't everything, and with this position, getting the job done is. So I think I'll concentrate on that if you don't mind. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on to Congress, I will say this. Cut the shit. This bickering proves how feeble minded and ignorant you all can be, regardless of party, so stop embarrassing yourselves. Arguing over the stupidest shit and minor details that no one really cares about but your pockets is counter-productive, and its gotten old. And I will deal with it. Mark my words. This is not a threat mind you, but a promise, and one that will be acted upon frequently. I'm not saying you aren't allowed to disagree with myself or one another, but c'mon guys and gals, let's face it, you spend too much time quarreling and not enough time doing your fucking job. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In closing, I will be selecting and announcing my new Cabinet, and yes they will be friends of mine. Before you cry about that, think about it, if you were in my position, you'd do the same damned thing. So hush. Besides, I wouldn't appoint them if I didn't think they could do the job, because that would be a huge disservice to you, the people, my employer. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I look forward to working for you, the American people, for the next 4 years, and hey just for the hell of it who knows? Maybe I'll actually make a difference. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Good night America, and rock on!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I will the throw up the deuces and walk off stage, to go party my ass off before I have to sit down and finally pick out my cabinet and start tackling all the important issues.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My speech will piss off all sorts of people, but at the same time, make them aware that I pull no punches and I do not fuck around. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Part 2 of this will come soon.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-3893647667951013788?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/3893647667951013788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=3893647667951013788' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/3893647667951013788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/3893647667951013788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2011/03/going-down-with-ship-part-1.html' title='Going Down With The Ship PART 1'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-2501898721706045324</id><published>2011-03-06T16:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-06T17:17:44.813-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Even Through Your Doubts, We Will Still Be Here.</title><content type='html'>Another week, another clusterfuck of bad luck to work my way through. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Let us go through this, and put it the fuck to bed.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Monday through Wednesday sucked/was stressful for the sheer fact that work was lame as fuck and dead as Rosie O'donnell's career. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then wednesday morning on my way to work, smoke starts billowing out of the side of the hood of the WRX like I was flying a WWII fighter that had just been shot, so I cautiously make my way to work and what do I find upon opening the hood?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The fucking impossible/unthinkable had happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The upper coolant port on the radiator (where the upper radiator hose connects to the radiator for the laymen/non mechanics/non gearheads) had snapped off. No, not cracked, IT FUCKING SNAPPED OFF. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok no big deal right? I work at a subie dealer for fuck's sake, I'll just march over to parts and get one.....FUCK ME, was I wrong! The nearest one was 3 days out. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Put a pin in this (as my buddy &lt;a href="callmephlip.blogspot.com"&gt;Phlip&lt;/a&gt; would say) and we will revisit this.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So ok, I have 3 options at this point:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Go to Fall River, get the Bug, and drive it and subject it to alll the glorious roadsalt.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Call the friend I gave the Zombie Corolla to, and beg him to let me drive it on his tags till the         WRX was set.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Beg to use a loaner car till the radiator came in.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well I'll sooner lose a testicle before I expose my beloved 39 year old Bug to the road salt, so I went with option 2, and sure as shit he was cool with it so I went and picked up the Zombie Corolla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And that should've been that. Right? WRONG. Rule #5 of being me: expect shit to get worse, because it can, AND IT WILL.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So needless to say, the ZC (zombie corolla) was in rough shape. But I quickly went to tending to its cheaper wounds as best I could, and was soon driving it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;That was Wednesday into Thursday.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then Friday happened.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I got my paycheck, or should I say, punchline in an envelope. It was bad enough where I finally said something to my manager, and the review I was promised finally was going to occur that day. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then my radiator showed up. (put a big fucking pin in this one, because there's more for this one)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So things started to look up....and then around 4 o'clock, the ocean took back my sand castle so to speak. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The idiot writer at the counter told a 2 hour job to come in and said itd be done in an hour. Given the nature of the job, which I will not get into her, it is fucking impossible to do it it under at least an hour and 45 minutes. The job was catalytic converters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that fucks me out of two things: putting the Radiator in the wrx and my review meeting.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I start the job, then I go to transfer two of the sensors to the new exhaust and what happens? Yep, the threads strip right off the sensors, and we don't have the replacement ones in stock. So I went through all that bullshit for NOTHING. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fine whatever, we agree to send someone in the morning to go to another dealer that has the sensors, and I'll have to come in and work on the WRX anyway, so I'll just finish it then. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So around 430pm I go have my review talk. It went well, and that's all I'll say on that.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;5:15pm: I walked my tired, stressed shell of a body out to my ZC and start making my way to a friend's house for what we call Game Night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Then the fucking unthinkable happens.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I hit the Grand Canyon of frost heaves, and the exhaust breaks off at the flex pipe. So here I am with the loudest car in all of the Northeast at this point. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I make it so said friend's house, throw my hands up (no not like Taio Cruz) call the dealer and go with option 3, taking a loaner. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The rest of Friday was pretty good, as the food served was fucking amazing (big up to Jamie for that), played an awesome board game called Pandemic, and I watched the Miami Heat get fucking SMOKED by 30 points by the Spurs.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So that should be it right? I'm typing this on sunday, so that means everything got fixed right? WRONG. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I go in Saturday to install the new radiator in the WRX. Pull those pins out, as this is where shit gets even better.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There is an extremely necessary part that is needed to install the redesigned radiator into my car. And of course, it did not get ordered. F. M. L. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So I have to wait till at least Tuesday now. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And because for some reason the cat job didn't want to go smoothly, I didn't have time to fully figure out what I need exhaust-wise for the ZC either. Hence why there is a Sage Green Metallic 2010 Forester sitting in my parking spot outside, waiting with bated breath to take my ass to work tomorrow. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So needless to say, this week sucked. There were a million other things that happened that DID NOT HELP, but for the sake of not boring the two people that read this, I won't get into it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;This past week, if anything was a test. Not that I needed another fucking test of my resolve, but whatever. Its times when shit goes completely pear shaped that you find out how able you are to pull through, and how strong of a person you truly can be. Sometimes, if you can remember that, you can pull through. Deity only knows I had to keep telling myself that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I swear I have so much bad luck, I must be a walking black cat or broken mirror. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-2501898721706045324?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/2501898721706045324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=2501898721706045324' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/2501898721706045324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/2501898721706045324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2011/03/even-through-your-doubts-we-will-still.html' title='Even Through Your Doubts, We Will Still Be Here.'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-7557726792078160504</id><published>2011-02-27T19:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-27T19:20:51.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleased to Meat You.</title><content type='html'>Another Sunday, another boring evening. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I have to be honest, I am looking forward to the coming weeks, as we are to the point where every couple days it will warm up to the 40s. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still feeling good, which admittedly, scares the shit out of me. And save me the "oh you're so negative" bullshit, because it isn't true. I'm just realistic, and realistically, in my life, I've noticed that things only go this well for so long. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh joy, a Taco Bell commercial just came on, dealing with the topic of how their meat isn't 100% meat, but 88% quality ground beef, and the rest is their special recipe. Gimme a fucking break. I'm sorry, but if anyone is surprised by Taco Hell's meat not being 100% beef, well then you need to get slapped by a large fish. Although  what I don't understand, is that everyone had stopped talking about it, but yet they felt the need to bring it up again? I highly doubt that anyone who was regularly eating Taco Fail stopped doing as such just because their meat was finally analyzed. Yes I chuckled typing that last sentence. So sue me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, speaking of meat, I have yet to meet a vegetarian who can answer the following: Why is it wrong to kill, cook, and eat an animal (cow or otherwise)....but yet it is ok to kill a vegetable and eat it? Last I checked, plants are living and even breathing technically....so...what gives? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Moving on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm watching the Knicks/Heat game.....good lord is this painful. Both teams keep trying to shoot 3s, and are failing hard, and good lord the Knicks are seemingly REFUSING to rebound. Shit, at this point I'd rather watch...dare I say....college hoops. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What else? I seem to be pretty much out of things to write about at this point....so....good night.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-7557726792078160504?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/7557726792078160504/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=7557726792078160504' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/7557726792078160504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/7557726792078160504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2011/02/pleased-to-meat-you.html' title='Pleased to Meat You.'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-9151022163910356981</id><published>2011-02-19T05:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-19T06:27:04.689-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rebirth Of Possibilities, Within The Flames of Yesteryear</title><content type='html'>I am better. Much better actually. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Whatever the fuck was wrong with me that inspired my last post decided to pack up and fuck off within a few days, so I am back to....well myself, as I can't exactly say I'm normal. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now that everything is hunky dory again, let's discuss/rant on some shit....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Trey Songz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Yes the man who's smash hit "Bottoms Up" tore up pop and hip hop radio recently. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Well I have a question for you Mr. Songz, why the fuck would one want to warn security if they are about to tear a club/bar/party up? I mean not for nothing, but logic and/or common sense would dictate that if you were to tell security of such proposed mischief, they would see you the fuck out of said club/bar/party faster than you can say "bottoms up". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;If anything, when one is about to cause any degree of mischief in a public place, I believe it would be wise NOT TO WARN THE AUTHORITIES, be they club bouncers, mall cops, or otherwise. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Just saying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;To Nikki Minaj....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1. I could care fuck all if I spelled her name right. Its not even her real name.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;2. Why in the aardvark raping hell would you rap about Anna Nicole Smith in a song about getting hammered in a club and having a girl in your ride? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;For those wondering what I'm talking about, in the above mentioned Trey Songz song Bottoms Up, she has a small but annoying rap part with this line: Rest in peace to Anna Nicole Smith, yes my dear you're so explosive. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;WTF!?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;1. yes I bet parts of her innards did explode with all the shit she had imbibed over the course of her life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;2. why in the holy hell would you shout out to her of all people, especially in a club song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Moving on....and hastily so....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I had an interesting lunchtime conversation with a friend of mine (on the interwebz he's known as TwistedSymphony), about new cars and if there were actually any that we would deem worthy of us owning.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I can't remember what the amount of cars we agreed on were, but I believe there were less than 5. And we did not count supercars or exotics, we meant everyday joe schmo cars that you didn't have to earn 6 figures a year to own. Its kind of sad, I mean cars today are so fucking dumbed down with technology and safety nannies that you're not even truly driving the car anymore. Honda and Toyota have dumbed their lines down enough where we're at the point that nothing they produce is even remotely fun to drive (even more so since Honda killed off the S2000), Chevy, Ford, and Fiat/Chrysler all at least have musclecars.....Ze Germans (Audi, VW, BMW, Mercedes) are all over complicated and over engineered, and aren't that reliable....Saab? DON'T MAKE ME LAUGH. I believe I've mentioned it before, but in case I haven't...SAABS ARE GARBAGE. Subaru? Meh not likely as they've uglified and dumbed down their cars, except maybe a new WRX or STI Hatch. Yes I said hatch. THEY ARE NOT WAGONS, MOTHERFUCKERS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;*Le Sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;(WHY THE FUCK DOES MY COLOR KEEP CHANGING BACK?!)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(255, 153, 255); "&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I will say that the past month or so has been rather interesting, given that I finally managed to track down some of my father's side of my family, including my father himself. I gotta say, situations like that do NOT come with a manual, and are very exciting but at the same time very interesting to deal with and sort through. Luckily enough, everyone that I've "re-met" has been pretty awesome.....and short. I swear I'm like a fucking giant whenever I hang out with them lol Ah well. If anything the weirdest part was talking to my father after so long, because I mean, what do I say? Well in case you were wondering, the first thing I said was "How've you been" lol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Back to Red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I finally got rid of that hunk of electronic shit better known to the masses as the SideKick. In all my days on this mortal coil, I have never come across a more unreliable, poorly made, and inconsistent piece of electronics. From the dropped calls, to the month that my phone couldn't find my pics or contacts, to the battery going from full to the phone dying and shutting off in five minutes, to the fucking thing just randomly resetting continuously until I plugged it into a charger, that thing was designed by Satan, I swear. I mean, its a pretty bad sign when HALF THE FUCKING EMPLOYEES of Danger Co. (the cunts who run the network the sidekick attempts to run on) leaves to go work for Android. Fuck that phone. Fuck it to hell and back. For making the "trying to communicate with other people via phone call and/or text" part of my life a living clusterfuckian hell for 2 years, I sentence the employees of Danger Inc. to staring at Star Jones' ass crack for one hour a day, for the rest of their miserable lives. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I'm hoping this year will be better car-wise. The Datsun needs work, the Beetle is hopefully going to be lightly gone over, and maybe at some point I'll get the WRX tuned. So many projects, so little time. Why the hell do I have to have all the fucking EXPENSIVE hobbies?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Also, I hate the time between the end of football and the beginning of baseball. "Why's that? There's still NBA games to watch!" you might say, and you are correct. But there lies one problem....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;.....College Basketball.  Now bear with me here. Or bare with me. Whichever you're more comfortable doing at this point.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Thanks in part to my friend &lt;a href="callmephlip.blogspot.com"&gt;Phlip&lt;/a&gt;, I enjoy watching NBA games, almost to the point where it doesn't matter who is playing. Don't get me wrong, I am a &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Celtics &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;fan, but hell there are alot of fun teams to watch. But NBA games aren't on everyday, are they? No. As much as I love House, Bones, NCIS, and various cartoons, they aren't always good or on. So what's left? ESPN. Now that is ok when they are showing SportsCenter (I love me some Linda Cohn, Sage Steele, and Rachel Nichols), but at night, usually when I get home from work, SC is ending and what comes on for the next bazillion (official estimate) hours? College basketball. I honestly never thought there would be anything less watchable than Cheerleading competitions or hell unranked college football. Its just soooo.....BORING. I can't really put my finger on why, but it is. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Also, thank you Blake Griffin for making the NBA highlight reels that much more awesome this year, your dunks are fucking ASTOUNDING.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;So yeah, there you have it. Another one for the internet. Ha you thought I was gonna say "another one for the books" didn't you? Silly rabbit, Trix are for kids. And Prostitutes. And Women desperate for money. And Women depicted in rap songs. Although, those last two could be the same in some cases. Weird. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Au Revoir Motherfuckers!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;PS. L'omlette Du Fromage. Order one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-9151022163910356981?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/9151022163910356981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=9151022163910356981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/9151022163910356981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/9151022163910356981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2011/02/rebirth-of-possibilities-within-flames.html' title='The Rebirth Of Possibilities, Within The Flames of Yesteryear'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-5008192787541926880</id><published>2011-01-22T17:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-22T17:43:02.042-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Stranger in My Own Mind, I Feel Disconnected.</title><content type='html'>I feel.....&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....not like myself lately. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ever since sunday....something....changed, or broke, or finally snapped. I have no idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I feel twitchy. I feel random bouts of rage. I'm randomly clenching my fists for no reason at all. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I find myself dizzy, light headed, and disconnected from reality. What the fuck happened? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Granted....let's be honest, a lot of this is possibly just deep seeded shit that has come to the surface, as you can only suppress so much for so long, but a lot of it, its not normal, its not me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I....am not....I &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And I haven't the slightest clue as to why. I've been getting random pains all over my head, maybe its connected? I don't know, I'm a mechanic, not a doctor Jim!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know people are going to go with the whole "well maybe you should go to the doctor" or "you need to get some help" bits, but its not that easy.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm not making any money. "Help" costs money.  If I take time to go get "help", I will miss what little work there is at the shop. Its a vicious cycle. But that is my life.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And let me be fucking CRYSTAL GOD DAMN CUNT FUCKING CLEAR. This is not a plea for help, a dance for attention, or a begging for a handout. I don't want or need ANYONE'S HELP. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm just trying to walk myself through my own head to try and figure out the issue here, as there are several. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;All I did Sunday was throw up, feel sick, and shiver. I can't even begin to fathom how the fuck that could have caused anything I'm experiencing....shit even the slightest conversation makes me want to rip someone's head off. But then out of nowhere, like yesterday at work around 2ish, I'll be laughing and joking and ecstatic to exist. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Outside of that, I'm coming to find new things are starting to trigger my temper....obviously I will not list them here, as people are fucking cock gobbling pieces of shit and would no sooner try them on purpose to see what happened. Cunts. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its so.....strange. Like even right now, I have no idea wtf my issue is, but I just feel so.....angry. Like....to the brink of violence. I've never been like that, even at my worst. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yes, I will admit, things aren't going so great, but....I don't know. I fail to see how that could cause me to not feel like......me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The echoes in my head aren't like they used to be so to speak. I can't concentrate. I keep zoning out. My chest will randomly tense up and hurt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Maybe Sunday has nothing to do with it? Were these issues here all along, and I just never experienced them enough to notice or care? Again, I have no idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Something has to give eventually I suppose......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or am I finally just succumbing to everything I've kept from everyone? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Or am I finally crumbling? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Fucked if I know. I have no fucking idea. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;And every time I think to myself "Why don't you talk to someone about all this shit?", my mind instantly thinks of each person I would feel comfortable talking to, and then comes up with a list of 1000 reasons why not to tell them . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I know its not good to assume, but I just.....don't feel like I can actually talk to anyone and get the results I need. However, that too is most likely my own damned fault. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I don't know. For the first time in my life....I can honestly say I have no fucking idea what the hell is going on. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So maybe I don't have an answer for everything.....how painfully ironic. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-5008192787541926880?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/5008192787541926880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=5008192787541926880' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/5008192787541926880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/5008192787541926880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2011/01/stranger-in-my-own-mind-i-feel.html' title='A Stranger in My Own Mind, I Feel Disconnected.'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-5349895646160367477</id><published>2010-12-20T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-20T20:25:43.245-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pull Out The Arrows That Poison Your Mind</title><content type='html'>Honestly, this entry is just going to be a bunch of randomness, you have been warned.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who the hell got the nickname Dick out of Richard? Rich is obvious, Rick.....eh kinda a stretch....Did someone just say aw fuck it I hate him and start calling some guy Richard Dick just ot ruin his childhood? Imagine being that guy, I wonder how proud they would be knowing it caught on...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.....then again imagine being the monkey that AIDS came from and knowing how that shit caught on!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Also, speaking of that, while there are 101 ways I'm sure the virus got transferred to man, but let's just be awful for a moment:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What IF the first person to catch it got it from fucking a monkey?  Ew. Although, in the end I guess HE (and the human race) got truly fucked! HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Alright enough....what now? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'd rambled on furiously about music, but there really is little point to that, as alot of it is going to continue to get worse and worse (see: Willow- I shake my hair).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh speaking of shitty music, anyone acting even remotely surprised that the lesbian formerly known as Justin Beiber won awards should just hit themselves in the forehead with a brick. Hard. Let's be honest, not that we aren't usually, shittiness is promoted these days. Average talent, marketable looks, and a recording studio are all you need to become famous these days. Or at least try to. How they narrow down the final turdburgers is beyond me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Watching the Minnesota Vikings this year has been.....morbidly entertaining, almost like watching a captain who has gone down with the ship slowly drown in his quarters. Ah well at least they finally fired Brad Childress. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Still wish I was doing musically. I've had wicked writer's block for awhile though, so I don't know how much good ish I would be able to create.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm running out of ramblings.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ah! I've slowly started working on my new Zombie related blog story type deal, so stay tuned for that. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and since I probably won't remember anything to post here for awhile...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Feliz Navidad&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Joyeux Noel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Kwanzaa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Hanukka&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Happy Holidays &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;and &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Merry Christmas. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;If I missed any, WELL TOO FUCKING BAD. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, one last thing, it finally snowed, and as per usual, everyone on the highway became scared as shit. Ah the predictable things about New England winters.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;GOODNIGHT.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Stay Classy Interwebs,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-5349895646160367477?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/5349895646160367477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=5349895646160367477' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/5349895646160367477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/5349895646160367477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2010/12/pull-out-arrows-that-poison-your-mind.html' title='Pull Out The Arrows That Poison Your Mind'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-5425785143086930463</id><published>2010-12-05T11:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T12:28:13.294-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Move Along, No Christmas to See Here</title><content type='html'>Well I think I've left this dormant long enough.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Its December, those fucking jokes of elections are finally over, and I guess its the holiday season again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Woop de fucking doo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I mean honestly, I don't really mind Christmas per se, but just some parts of it have grown on my nerves after all these years....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. Christmas music.  Don't get me wrong, I get it, I really do, but why does it always have to be whoever is popular at the moment (and Mariah Carey, for some fucking reason she ALWAYS has a christmas album!) doing the same damned songs over and over? Yes, I understand some artists (if you can even call them that anymore) do write new holiday songs, but 99% of them suck so they don't count. Also, I understand that Christmas isn't really "Metal", but why can't there be a metal christmas album? I'd love to hear Cannibal Corpse do Silent Night or Eths do Noel orrrrrrrrrrrr (thinking......) Blind Guardian do Santa Claus is coming to town. Absurd? Yes. But it would still be 110% better than what's being played over and over and over and over and over and over now. Shit, the last decent Christmas song I've heard is Christmas in Hollis by Run DMC (RIP Jam Master Jay).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Oh, and why the fuck do stores have to play these songs over and over? We know its the holiday season. We know we have dragged our tired, overworked, and underpaid asses to your store to buy shit that we'd rather have for ourselves for other people, so why the fuck do you find it necessary to play these songs, as if to put us in some sort of holiday trance so we don't realize how much we're spending and why? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Christmas Trees. What a mess. And for what, something to hang some random glass balls (or diecast trains if you were at my house back in the day) and to put the presents under? Please. I guaruntee if you just stack the fucking present in any corner of the house (or apartment), no one is gonna bitch. I understand the religious part of it (putting a star or angle on top to represent the host of angles or the Star of Bethlehem from the nativity), or that for some its a family tradition, but I don't know, I just don't see the point otherwise. And no, there will not be one at my place this year. &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christmas_tree"&gt;http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Christmas_tree&lt;/a&gt; &lt;-yes I read that before typing this part. HA!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3. Carolers. Cause you know, that's what I want at my door, a bunch of random people singing songs I really don't like in the first place. Do these people really have nothing better to do? Hell an even better question, do people even do this anymore? If not, good, if so, dammit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now I'm sure the two people who are going to read this (What up &lt;a href="http://www.callmephlip.blogspot.com"&gt;Phlip&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.solid-orange.com"&gt;Mike&lt;/a&gt;) are thinking, alright you miserable prick, you don't like Christmas, just like you don't like most things, but hold up, I will actually get to the positives....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;......Now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Things I love about Christmas?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1.THE FOOD. Jesus possum raping christ do I love holiday food. Egg Nog? FUCK YEAH. Pumpkin Pie? FUCK YEAH. Christmas Dinner? FUCK YEAH. My mother has ALWAYS been a great cook, but god dammit does she deliver on the holidays! And now that I'm married, I get to eat at my mother in law's place as well, and she is no culinary slouch either. So yeah. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. Getting the day off. Now this year sucks, because I already have Saturdays off, so it doesn't count. "Oh but that's not what Christmas is about"....Oh come on. We all love paid holidays, and Christmas gives us just that, so gives a fuck what its about? Oh and getting out early on Christmas eve doesn't hurt either.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;3.  Hangin with the Fam. Now that I am married, that has 2 meanings, as I get to see my in laws as well. Now while us Murdocks (my mother, brother, sister, and myself) do not always get along, its still good to see them, as we are all usually pretty busy to all be in the same place at the same time. As far as my in laws, its good to see them as well, as they live 2 hours away, so we don't get down there much. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;4. I would be an absolute fucking liar if I didn't say that I love getting presents. I mean come on, who doesn't love getting free stuff, especially from awesome people? Right? Right. "Oh but Christmas isn't about and shouldn't be about the presents"....Oh? Then why do we spend so much money year in and year out buying shit for people for christmas? Hmm? Maybe it wasn't supposed to be about that, but that's like saying Tax Season isn't about getting that (hopefully) sweet tax return. Funny thing this year, as I have no real idea wtf I want for Christmas, other than a running Datsun. lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;In summary, Christmas is ultimately about what you make it about. For me, its mostly (but not always) about the above. Some people dig all the corny shit that comes along with it, the tree, the caroling, the music, and that's fine! If that's what does it for you then hey good for you, and I respect that, but it doesn't mean I have to like it. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;You'll notice that I really didn't touch on the religious aspect of the holiday, and that is in part out of respect for my friends who read this that are religious. Also, I have been involved in too many messy arguments regarding religion, therefore I try to keep it out of this blog. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To be 100% honest, I don't think I will ever be as "about" Christmas per se as I was when I was a kid, and this is due to the horrible death of my friend Andrew Clancy, who was killed back in 2004 on Christmas. I dunno, they say time heals all wounds, but something like that never really leave the back of one's mind, especially given the shady circumstances surrounding it, and it tends to put a damper on one's holiday spirit. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RIP Drew, we still miss ya buddy. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-5425785143086930463?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/5425785143086930463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=5425785143086930463' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/5425785143086930463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/5425785143086930463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2010/12/move-along-no-christmas-to-see-here.html' title='Move Along, No Christmas to See Here'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-8536447268135965306</id><published>2010-10-09T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-09T21:03:49.731-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things I Miss....</title><content type='html'>Plain and simple update, a list of things (that I remember) that I miss.....(as usual in no particular order, so chill the fuck out)&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My grandparents&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My 1984 Cutlass&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My/My Grandfather's 1979 Grand Prix&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Some of my friends from Lowell&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Most of my old bands&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Hanging out in the halls of Lowell High&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My heated waterbed&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Going to the beach after working late at Market Basket with Amy and Co.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-From Zero (band)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Flaw (band)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Las Vegas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-London&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My friends in England/London&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Playing drums&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Being on stage&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Watching Transformers, Ghost Busters, and Ninja Turtles back in the day&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Going to my Grandparents' house after school and watching mystery shows (Columbo, Banacek,   ETC) and westerns with my Grandfather&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Eureka's Castle&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Ahh Real Monsters&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-SeaLab&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Most of the old Hannah Barbara cartoons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Looney Toons&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Alot of my old band shirts (especially my Tool and Pantera ones)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Having the summer off from school&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-When working on cars for a living was a dream, not a hellish (at times) reality&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-When life was simpler&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Drea, Kip, and any of my other friends who moved away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Life before social networking websites&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My first 280Z&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Life before I realized 90% of people are assholes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The time when reality TV didn't exist&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Livejournal hahahahaha &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The old Mentos commercials&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Using TechDecks in school hahahahaha&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Drumming on my desk to annoy the teacher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The time I spent in Boston with Joe Booth and Co.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-My friends from other places than Lowell &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Skateboarding&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Skateboarding at Hadley skate park on Middlesex St. till 11 pm then having to skate home&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The time before my body was all beat up lol&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Battle Arena Toshinden 1 and 2 on PSone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-The Twisted Metal series&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Driving around with friends doing absolutely jack shit, but still having a blast&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-When my memory worked&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Staring at the stars for no reason and just conversing with someone&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;There's more I'm sure, I just forget.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-8536447268135965306?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/8536447268135965306/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=8536447268135965306' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/8536447268135965306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/8536447268135965306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2010/10/things-i-miss.html' title='Things I Miss....'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-7721578474096882736</id><published>2010-10-05T17:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-05T17:35:40.480-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Through The Looking Glass....</title><content type='html'>Man what a day....no gas in the car, no money for gas, no going to work because of it. Its a vicious cycle, and perfect proof that when it rains it fucking pours. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;.....Moving on.......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I really wish the weather would improve, this overcast bullshit is exactly that. I don't mind that it's gotten cooler out, as that is par for the course up here in good ol' New England, it's just that when it gets shitty and rainy I find myself more tired and less motivated. Bleh.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;SPEAKING OF FALL OR "THIS TIME OF YEAR"....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I am so sick of people going on about the leaves &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;changing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;color. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I mean seriously, you people do understand you're wasting gas to go look at something that happens EVERY FUCKING YEAR, and is nothing more than a sign that the leaves are slowly dying....right? I mean how morbid are you motherfuckers?! "Oh but its so beautiful!!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Oh spare me that shit. If it was something that happened every once and awhile, sure I could understand the fascination with it, BUT COME ON PEOPLE. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;.....Meanwhile Uptown......&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I could really use a candy bar right now. Yep.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;But seriously folks, what the fuck is up with music these days? Metal is being taken over by whiny high pitched voiced emo kids in skinny jeans, rap and pop are trying to become techno....its almost like its time for a reset in all genres of music. Don't get me wrong, there are alot of bands out there who are great, and making great music, but I feel as if the virus that is cookie cutter or formulated music, is spreading faster and faster. Which sucks. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;I would LOVE to find or form another band and do it the way I think it should be done, but unfortunately there is jack shit that I can find out there right now, which sucks, because I hate sitting on my proverbial ass. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Hell at this point, I wish I had my own practice space, so I could do all the parts of it myself, or even have some of my awesome musician friends help out with it. Man that would be awesome, but at this time not even close to being feasible. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;Well that's all for now folks!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" &gt;PS. 13 years ago today my grandmother Claudette died. Rest In Peace Granny, I still miss you with all my being, even after all these years. I'll never forget you, or Pepere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-7721578474096882736?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/7721578474096882736/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=7721578474096882736' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/7721578474096882736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/7721578474096882736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2010/10/through-looking-glass.html' title='Through The Looking Glass....'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-5952527163567773414</id><published>2010-09-30T20:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-09-30T20:26:01.791-07:00</updated><title type='text'>XXVI</title><content type='html'>Yep, here it is. 26 years old. Not that special of a birthday, but its been a fucking hell of a year. Why? Multiple reasons, most of them bad, but some are good. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Bad?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Knee surgery, my second surgery technically (had the tip of my right middle finger re-attached when I was 8), cause I fucked up my left interior meniscus.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Since my surgery, I haven't been able to make consistently good paychecks, but that's because work has been up and down.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-I've had friends and my sister move away&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Just shit in general has seemed more suckass than it did the year before.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Joined a band, had it go well, only to have it fall the fuck apart in the end, which is frustrating as fuck.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-moved in with a friend, had it go fucking horrible, couldn't escape it quick enough.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;But with anything there is a flip side....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The Good:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Softball!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Made some new awesome friends, Jacqui, Nicole etc...you know who you are. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Got a new job at a new dealership finally, a chance to start over.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- Finally got one of the cars I've wanted to own for years&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;- FINALLY GOT ANOTHER FUCKING DATSUN Z!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Got married (and if anyone bitches about this not being at the top of the list, fuck you, I'M NOT GOING IN ORDER)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Got to go to Las Vegas and see on of my best friends get married, which was fucking awesome!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Finally moved out of that fucking hellhole and got away from the hippo and the mutt. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;.................................................................................................................................................................&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I'm sure I'm missing a few things, but we all know how bad my memory is, feel free to remind me on my Facebook page.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I would also like to say, music this year has been less than favorable, but I have been lucky enough to discover new stuff. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Um....I'm out of words. Fuck. Later!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-5952527163567773414?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/5952527163567773414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=5952527163567773414' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/5952527163567773414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/5952527163567773414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2010/09/xxvi.html' title='XXVI'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-571151501293278887</id><published>2010-07-26T20:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-26T21:41:35.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'>We're Just Bodies in the Teeth of the Combine.</title><content type='html'>So let me start out by saying the new Parkway Drive album "Deep Blue" is amazing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At what point did people stop checking their mirrors and blind spots before changing lanes on the highway? I mean I know in the shitty states like New York, New Jersey, and Massachusetts its an ancient custom passed on from generation to generation to just switch lanes with no directional and without looking, but in NH its becoming way too widespread. Examples?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. On the way to the Subie Kanc run, I am on 93 northbound passing a GMC Sierra stuck behind a tourbus. As I approach the port side of the truck, I suddenly see it swerve almost into my lane, so like any good American I lay on the horn and yell "WHATTHE FUCK?!" only to see the badgery old fuck shrug and look at me like its my fucking fault for passing him on the left and being there when he's trying to get around the bus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Now this one involves a newer Volkswagen owner being a retard, so I'm sure no one will be suprised.  I'm on the way home from the afore mentioned Kanc run, and there are barely any other cars on the road except for the VW Passat (see? idiot warning) that I am coming up on and am going to pass, because I am in the passing lane in a turbocharged car god dammit. Lo and behold he just starts making his way into my lane, hitting his directional at the last possible second like a douchebag. Now what I would like to know, is exactly what the fuck he was trying to do/pass, because there were no cars immediately ahead of him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are we as a fucking species in that much of an oblivious rush that we can't take TWO FUCKING SECONDS to make sure some poor motherfucker isn't about to become pavement splatter when we change lanes? Seriously. I understand some cars have bad blindspots (240sx hatchbacks) but jesus fuck people, just AT LEAST look in your god damned rear view mirrors if anything. You know, have some common decency? I know its like asking for blood from a stone (unless the stone is on its period and out of tampons), but please, just once, humor me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meanwhile, Uptown......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;I don't even really know what color this is trying to be, but I haven't used it yet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;So, as some of you may or may not know, ComicCon is happening. I unfortunately cannot afford to go out there and nerd the fuck out so I can only read about it and the humorous and interesting events that occur. Every year there's gaming announcements, movie announcements, and of course graphic literature announcements.....but who knew they could end up so violent?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://kotaku.com/5595694/report-crazed-harry-potter-fan-stabs-comic+con-attendee-in-face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH HELLS YEAH!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, who says that ComicCon isn't for all walks of life? The stabber was black, and the dude who caught it on tape was latino! See? The convention reaches out to all walks of life and has something for everyone.....to record and post all over the web. What I did not know, was that there are black people who like Harry Potter, especially to the point of stabbing someone. Now before you get all "aw but thaaaaaaat's raaaaaaaaaaaaaaacist!", slow your role and fucking think for a second. When is the LAST TIME you saw anyone african american (or just dark american for those not from africa) : 1. watching harry potter, 2. talking about/discussing harry potter, 3. in a harry potter movie, or 4. stabbing someone at ComicCon and being known as the harry potter fan who stabbed a guy at ComicCon? EXACTLY. SO SHUT UP AND RELAX. These jokes are (horrible) HARMLESS I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Moving Further Along....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Shut up, I like purple. Alot. Its a great color (colour for everyone else), and has a limitless amount of possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like how now that hollywood has a decent streak of successful comic book character movies, they have to go batshit and make every comic book title into a movie in order to capitalize on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you now, and mark my fucking words, the Green Lantern movie is going to fail. Why? Well a couple reasons:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Ryan Reynolds is really not that great of an actor. The only thing he really has going for him is that he is married to the amazing Scarlet Johannsen, and I still don't even know how the fuck he pulled that off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Let's be super realistic here. The general non nerd populus knows of very few comic superheroes, and they are....Superman, Batman, Wonderwoman, and Wolverine. Thank you marketing. Seriously, ask any random person who the Green Lantern is, and I bet 95% of them will retort "who are you, where are your pants, and what the fuck is a green lantern....do you mean like the Coleman camping lanterns?". Shit if hollywood is going to make movies out of comic book characters the regular non nerd schmoe hasn't heard of, I've got a few requests.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Green Arrow. C'mon we're already on the color right?&lt;br /&gt;2. Metal Men. Awesome old school comic, look it up.&lt;br /&gt;3. Deadpool. WITHOUT RYAN REYNOLDS PLEASE.&lt;br /&gt;4. She-Hulk. Liv Tyler please?&lt;br /&gt;5. Hawkman. Way cooler than birdman and you can get someone hot to play She-Hakw or whatever his female counterpart was called. Fuck you its 12:37am and I am NOT looking it up.&lt;br /&gt;6. Miss Marvel. Dunno who you'd get to play her, feel free to be creative.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see how much they can milk out of the superheroe genre before they realize they've ruined it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I had a heapload of other shit to write about and make fun of (yes with mostly tasteless, horrible jokes), but I'm tired as fuck and have to get up for work in the morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adieu, Mon Amis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-571151501293278887?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/571151501293278887/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=571151501293278887' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/571151501293278887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/571151501293278887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2010/07/were-just-bodies-in-teeth-of-combine.html' title='We&apos;re Just Bodies in the Teeth of the Combine.'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-3550207989353704612</id><published>2010-07-10T12:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-10T13:16:38.115-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're the straw that's breaking my back, You are the salt that's burning my wound.</title><content type='html'>My last entry here was......March 10th. Let us rectify that shall we?&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;1. I had knee surgery. Fuck knee surgery, and its recovery time.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;2. I have joined a softball team. It's fun, but shit I wish we would win more.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For three, I have alot to say....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;I FINALLY SOLD THAT GODFORSAKEN 240SX. Fuck that car, and 90% of the people in that scene. I have never met a group of more ignorant, arrogant people that think because their car is built a certain way, its better than yours. I have moved on, and for the first time in 7 years, I feel like a vehicular weight has been lifted from my shoulders. I have met a bunch of good good people due that car, but the amount of cocksucking pieces of shit that have come along as well far outweighed the good. Fuck them and their trend following ways. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;However, one issue has arisen. I now only have 2 cars. I don't like it. At all. I loved being able (back when I had 3 running cars) pick which car I was taking. I do sort of miss my 66 Dart. I mean, yeah it wasn't my favorite car, and it was blatantly an impulse buy but it was a good cruising car. I think that's what I need again. The Rex is my daily, the Bug is starting to get a little rough and definitely isn't daily driving material anymore (i did daily it the first summer I had it though), so it'd be nice to pick up something old school and comfy to drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF6666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;However, I still need to either get rid of the CA, or throw it in something. I will never ever fucking own one of those decrepit overrated shitboxes known as 240sxs. EVER. So thats not even an option. I have been exploring others, and perhaps they will come to fruition.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;But, at some point I want to buy and drive a hearse. What? Don't look at your screen like that, think of it this way, you're going to ride in one sooner or later, so why not be the motherfucker DRIVING IT. Besides, they have to be comfy right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF9900;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;Moving on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;The new Deftones and Fear Factory albums are fucking great. The last song on Fear Factory's new disc is fucking bone chilling. Its awesome. The Deftones' album has several standout tracks as well, but I can't remember the names of them off hand. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;The new Bleeding Through was a bit of a let down, albeit not completely horrible. I'm hoping the new Parkway Drive, As I lay Dying, and The Ghost Inside Albums don't suck. I've heard bits and pieces of each, but will hold off on making my final judgement until I hear them in their entirety.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#666666;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Meanwhile, Uptown....&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF99FF;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;In order to keep with New Englander tradition, I must complain about the heat, as it is summertime. FUCK ITS WAY TOO HOT OUT. There, done.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FFCC33;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Well, that's all folks. Fear not, I have interwebz now at my new humble abode, so I will be on here a bit more. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;PS. I completely forgot to mention that August Burns Red's album "Constellations: is amazing from start to finish. Man I'm a dumbass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Au Revoir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-3550207989353704612?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/3550207989353704612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=3550207989353704612' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/3550207989353704612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/3550207989353704612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2010/07/youre-straw-thats-breaking-my-back-you.html' title='You&apos;re the straw that&apos;s breaking my back, You are the salt that&apos;s burning my wound.'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-7386144414090691458</id><published>2010-03-10T11:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T12:33:54.452-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Je crierai mon coeur aux cieux, dans les espoirs que les étoiles amèneront ma douleur....</title><content type='html'>In case no one's noticed, I'm falling in love with the French language again. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of next month I will be 25.5 years old. That really has no bearing on the following subjects, but deity dammit I've decided that I'm using it as a reason. So deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I've noticed over the years......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;-Hindsight is NOT always 20/20.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Yep I said it. Example? If you look back at a situation in which you lied and got caught, and all you say is "Damn I should've said this instead to fool them", you learned nothing, and your hindsight is broken.  Because if it were 20/20, your hindsight should be "Shit I shouldn't have lied". See?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;-I have way too many "Well it was a good idea at the time" moments in my life.&lt;br /&gt;Yep! 100% honest. Whether it be cars I've bought (my 66 Dart, although I do miss driving an old boat), girls I've dated and dumped (in high school there were alot of regrets in that area)...etc....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm married, so the girl thing is fixed, but I don't think I'll ever get the whole car thing right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I still to this day DO NOT REGRET THE WHOLE 280Z FIASCO. The only thing I regret is not finishing it. But whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-People have a really retarded view of wagons.&lt;br /&gt;I mean the general populous, not car guys.  They seem to just view them as smaller minivans, and even still wtf is wrong with that? A well equipped Honda Odyssey is damned comfortable, and hell even pretty quick (for a minivan). Wagons? Hell you can get them TURBO. Yeah. Read it bitches. And besides, Subaru, Audi, BMW, and Mercedes all have damned good looking and well equipped wagons available. I think what it comes down to is people just see them as mommy mobile people carriers, which is sad and close minded. They can do so much more than haul people! They can can haul parts, dead people (technically fertilizer now hahaha), and all sorts of other shit. But no, they'd rather buy some obnoxiosly large SUV that is just a waste of space, all for the image....douchebags.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;MEANWHILE, UPTOWN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;There should be a height limit to own a huge SUV. Countless times I've watched little miss whomever the fuck cruise down the highway, cellphone in ear, AND ARE BARELY ABLE TO SEE OVER THE DASHBOARD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever seen a short person try to back one of these fucking beached whales on wheels into a normal parking spot, or even out of one? There is little to no rear visibility, as that was thrown out for the sake of fashion. Although I do give credit to those who put backup cameras on their land mammoths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can forsee is an accident waiting to happen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and while I'm &lt;s&gt;typing in this color&lt;/s&gt; on the subject, wtf is the need for someone who has no kids to own one of these? I mean yes I understand the whole Escalade status symbol thing, but c'mon. Yes I own a station wagon and have no kids, but its a Legacy GT dammit, its fire fucking engine red, and handles awesome, I bought it for performance if anything, and to haul car parts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps I'm pre judging? I mean, how do I know they don't use their killer land whales for parts hauling and such? Well I don't. but fuck you this is MY blog and my rant. Fuck you. Bwahahahahahahahahahahaha!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Well, we're at the end of today's little....um....discussion. However I want to take this spot to say a quick shout out to the BossTown boys over at &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://bosstownfr.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://bosstownfr.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;Everyone into cars should go check them out. Its a small movement right now, but I've got a good feeling that it'll blow up at some point, and its definitely cool to see a group of EAST COAST motherfuckers banding together for something dope, and not letting all the Cali bastards have all the fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonOuter"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonMiddle"&gt;&lt;div class="cssButtonInner"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;So yeah, big ups to Shanelach and the boys.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);"&gt;Au Revoir, Mon amis.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 0); font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-7386144414090691458?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/7386144414090691458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=7386144414090691458' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/7386144414090691458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/7386144414090691458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2010/03/je-crierai-mon-coeur-aux-cieux-dans-les.html' title='Je crierai mon coeur aux cieux, dans les espoirs que les étoiles amèneront ma douleur....'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-6539284256212872426</id><published>2010-02-25T12:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T18:36:22.671-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Comfort Eagle.</title><content type='html'>So here I sit, for the 5th (one two the four fiiiiiffffff!) day in a row, with my left knee still out of commission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't fucking stand it. Yes while it is nice to have a day or two off and sit around doing jack shit and playing xbox360, I'm bored of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly because I can't do a deity damned thing. Oh wait, I can still go to band practice, but thats no fun because I hate standing in one spot whilst I play my guitar, so even that is kinda lame for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All this because of a little tumble at work. Seriously. In all my years (10) of skateboarding, I NEVER managed to mash up my knees this bad, and deity only knows how many times I ate concrete and fucked up my joints from the waist down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate this, this feeling of uselessness. I actually miss going to work and working on cars. Its just so ingrained in me that I hate not doing it for more than a day. Although, I bet if I was actually able to go places and do shit it wouldn't be so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I go monday to Dr. Schrek (pronounced Shrek and fuck me if i didn't have to use all my willpower not to laugh in his face when he introduced himself) to find out the fate of my knee, and the fate of my summer. If I tore something, I may need surgery and rehab, and I will not be able to drive 2 out of my beloved 3 cars. I will go insane. I will kill someone over this. Bet on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a firm believer in Karma (yes fuckheads I do believe in something), and as such I would like to know what I've done that is so horribly wrong to deserve the shitty month of February that I endured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Meanwhile, uptown....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 51, 204);"&gt;I was watching a newer episode of Family Guy the other night, in which Chris goes on a date with a girl who has Down Syndrome. Now, I'm sure you can imagine the hilarity, and especially the song about impressing said girl that you Steward Griffin sing while helping dear dipshit Chris get ready for his date (look it up it MUST be on youtube by now). Come to find out (from Das Lau of all people) , captain of the dipshit express herself Sarah Palin was deeply offended and ready to sue Seth McFarlane if he didn't make a heartfelt pulic apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait. What?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Seriously? Listen, I know she has a kid or her kid has a kid like that (I forget to be honest and don't really care), but c'mon. Yes it was a tad tastelss and mildly offensive, but they didn't actually make the girl seem that bad, or did anything to defile the image of kids with D.S. at all. Also, how can you be suprised?! ITS FAMILY GUY. SHIT LIKE THAT IS WHAT GOT THE DAMNED SHOW SO POPULAR IN THE FIRST FUCKING PLACE YOU MEAT HEAD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes let's sue because your feelings are hurt. Regardless of the subject, that is just downright retarded (oops! here comes a lawsuit). How can you honestly be so triggerhappy like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I understand it isn't exactly a show of good taste to make fun of people's disabilities, but WE'VE ALL DONE IT. I call bullshit on anyone who swears they haven't. Ever call something you've seen or heard retarded? BAM! You just likened that object or action to mental retardation, you insensitive prick.  I hope every parent of a mentally challenged person sues the fuck out of you now. Lol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how P.C. some ignorant buffoons have tried to make things in this world. I hate to break to you, but EVERYTHING is funny. Ever watch the Watchmen? If you haven't you should, if only to take in the antihero The Comedian's point of view on life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because he was right.&lt;br /&gt;It is all a joke, and people do take things way too seriously. Most of those people are self rightous, ignorant, and just out to piss in people's cheerios (or frosted flakes) to try and hide their own fuck ups and personal flaws, AND to make themselve seem awesome to the american public (I.E. 99% of &lt;s&gt;LIARS&lt;/s&gt; politicians), and probably just to keep themselves relevant and in people's heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 153, 0);"&gt;I just don't get it I guess. Although I'm not suprised FOXnews hired her. Don't even start with that biased shit, as I am not biased, I think all news stations are a fucking joke. Some are just bigger jokes with less funny punchlines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Tiger (Tiger) Woods (Y'all)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;STOP APOLOGIZING. YOU DIDN'T BREAK ANY FUCKING LAWS, NOR DID IT ACTUALLY HELP YOU WITH YOUR SPONSORS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Seriously, I've never seen someone famous apologize so much for something that wasn't illegal, and to be honest, something no one should care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh but what about the kids who idolize him?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously? The dude plays fucking GOLF. Yes I'm sure the majority of the world's children are hankerin for some hardcore professional golfing when they get out of school. LOL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Golf sucks. It is boring to watch, boring to play, and really isn't even a sport; its moreso of a means for men to get out of the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to Tiger. Ok yes he cheated on his wife (alot), but so what? I know I've touched on this before, so I won't delve too too far back into that hole (that's what HE said!). Yes it's wrong blah blah blah, but its HIS issue to deal with, not ours. Also, he went into rehab for sex? HUH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is an adult male wanting to bang hot chicks something that needs rehab? A sex addiction? No, its called a penis. All (most) guys have one, and with it comes something called testosterone and a libido.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wake me up when he goes nuts from not getting any and shoots up a golf course. Let's see an apology and rehab for that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RedEvil, out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;HOLY SHIT EPIC EDIT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phlip just notified me of this information purtaining to the Family Guy Down Syndrome Girl episode!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and I quote!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Fun fact:&lt;br /&gt;The girl playing Chris' date on Family Guy has Down's in real life and spoke out in support of Family Guy and VERY harshly of the Palin family as soon as they opened their big ass mouths.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole Palin clan is just.....well, just laughable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-6539284256212872426?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/6539284256212872426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=6539284256212872426' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/6539284256212872426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/6539284256212872426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2010/02/comfort-eagle.html' title='Comfort Eagle.'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-1034108654488076121</id><published>2010-02-14T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-14T19:26:00.706-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Polyamorous Friend.....</title><content type='html'>Let's start this off by talking about something that has already been talked about by others as couple weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the Superbowl Halftime show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good lord can we please get someone from this century? I love classic rock (except fro Bruce Springsteen), but let's be realistic, its getting kind of sad. Year after the year we pull all these classic bands that used to put on epic shows out of the retirement home and they shuffle around the stage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Who were this year's &lt;s&gt;retirees&lt;/s&gt; performers, and looked like they were barely going to make it through a full performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I understand that Justin Timberlake and Janet Jackson's little tit episode ruined it for us having modern artists, but let's see if we can't find SOMEONE who would be suitable.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Taylor Swift. C'mon, could you get anymore wholesome and definitely not going to fuck things up?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Carrie Underwood. Okay I know she did the national anthem this year, but hey why not next year?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Justin Timberlake by himself. He knows not to fuck up, and he'd know he would be on this fucking ice due to his previous idiotic act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. T Pain!!! T Pain is epic. That is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Kelly Clarkson. America loves her. Otherwise, she wouldn't have won that awful singing contest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Miley Cyrus. Good for the kids, and you know every dude will actually watch her. Oh shut up you know its true regardless of her age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's just the tip of the iceberg, and for the sake of brevity on that subject, let's move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a mohawk. I bet you didn't know that. Let's move on. When you have what general society considers an odd or extreme haircut and or look (I have a copious amount of chin hair as well), people tend to look at you.....different, and are unsure how to act.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, lunchtime, Cumberland Farms convenience store, Rte 125 in Plaistow NH.&lt;br /&gt;I walk out of the store with my lunch purchase, and notice a middle aged soccer mom heading towards the door. I have my chrome aviators on at this point, so she cannot see that I have noticed her. She pauses, puts an "oh fuck....what do I do? he looks like a ruffian" look on her face. So I calmly say, "come on in" and proceed to smile and hold the door. A look of relief came over her face as she smiled and said thank me for my chivelrous deed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love it. Its great when you actually carry out an act of kindness and it suprised the intended person. They seem to appreciate it more. I might be wrong, but so be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love my mohawk, and the last time I had one, I regretted getting rid of it, and am so glad I decided to get another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had more to type, but my heartburn/acid reflux is acting up hard, so we'll leave this as it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. I bought a new guitar, a Schecter C-1 Elite. I'm in love with it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-1034108654488076121?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/1034108654488076121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=1034108654488076121' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/1034108654488076121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/1034108654488076121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2010/02/my-polyamorous-friend.html' title='My Polyamorous Friend.....'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-9202304164787005099</id><published>2010-02-08T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T17:07:28.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do you let history guide you? Or do you set out to change it?</title><content type='html'>Let's see here.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I just ordered parts for the CA18 for the S13 from Hell. Thank you FujiiSPL for all the help thus far, and throughout the rest of the monkeyfuck of a build.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. How is it the closer we get to February, the colder it gets? Its ironic, unfortunate, and irritating. However, my car did get washed today, so I could care a little less I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. THE NEW ORLEANS SAINTS!!! Once again, Manning choked again, like he has done since college. WHO DAT SAY THEY GON' BEAT DEM SAINTS?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. This marks the first time in 6.25 years that I am actually attempting to make progress on that deity forsaken flat black embarrassment to the 240 scene. Hahahaha I still love that my car looks like shit, especially when I park it next to all the douchenozzles who think their 20 year old secretarymobile is soooooooooo much better than everyone elses. Yes everyone at Ziptied. com, I'm looking, pointing, and laughing at you. Seriously, who the hell gets conceited over some shitbox nissan concocted over 20 years ago just because they dumped 10k into it (way more than these things are worth) and put it into walls drifting on a regular basis??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car is a ruthless, horrid, disgusting, rust infested, vomit inducing pile of good ol' parts bin abortion engineering, and it will soon have the underdog of ancient nissan **laughs* technology under the hood. So fuck you and the SR/KA/RB that somehow got you here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Especially the KA. You should feel lucky if you got somewhere without breaking down halfway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I talk alot of shit about the KA24DE, but I swear I have good reason to. I have never come across an engine that has caused me more problems. Even BEFORE I started drifting (which was a good year, year and a half after I got the car) I was getting stranded all over the place. I've been through two of those boat anchors.  My 1984 Cutlass Supreme had the 231 cubic inch Buck "Even-fire" 3.8L V6 in it, and it LIT ITSELF ON FIRE due to a fuel leak from the back of the carburetor, and STILL STARTED RIGHT UP THE NEXT DAY. I had days when my fucking KA couldn't even GET ME UP THE STREET TO THE GROCERY STORE! Either way, fuck that engine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To those who have had luck with it, more power to you, but I'm done walking on eggshells just to drive my fucking shitbox.&lt;br /&gt;Moving on......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ever buy someone something super awesome for their birthday and then say, "Damn, that's-ah pretty freakin-ah sweet-ah! I need one now!!"??? I just did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das Lau's birthday was the 3rd. I bought her a Google G1 phone, because in hindsight we were fucking idiots for getting the abortion known as a Sidekick, when the guy at Tmobile tried his little heart out to sell us on the G1 instead. Alas, we weren't sold then, but good god are we now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I came into contact on Zilvia with a dude who had one for cheap, with a charger. It arrived today, and deity fucking dammit do I want to keep this for myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes Yes Yes I know she's an awesome wife....but c'mon.....just this once?? Please?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH ALRIGHT. FINE. I'LL GIVE HER THE DAMNED PRESENT. Sheesh. Tough crowd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I now need one for myself. Partially because I am portugese and therefore being unnecessarily competitive over stupid shit is in my blood, and because Sidekicks are fucking trash and this phone is doooooooooooooooooooooope-ah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe she'll be awesome and re-gift it to me......now?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 102);"&gt;Meanwhile, up town.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;My band is pretty damned cool. I just wish we had some recorded music to post everywhere on the internetz0rz for people to indulge in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefuly we have our first show next month.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I miss being on stage. I truly do. In my humble (read: totally more awesome than yours) opinion, it is the greatest feeling in the world (well almost better than getting the best head/dome/brain in the world from the hottest female ever), and I've missed it for years now. Even when my old bands used to play really small poorly set up shows (battle of the bands and such), it was still fucking B. I loved the energy of being up there, the adrenaline of playing what we had worked so hard as a collective to create for the masses to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, it was pretty fucking cool, and even though the past couple years haven't been so great for me musically, I'm glad I stuck it out, and I hope that with the support of my awesome collective of friends, this current band takes me where the others didn't. And I don't mean that as a FUCK YOU to my old bands, I just think that with each musical endeavour, people strive to make it one step further in the SCEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEENNNNEE than the last time around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capische?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Also, I miss driving my &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;Bug. &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;Its just way too fun. Yes, it has no heat. Yes, it BARELY has 60hp. Yes its old and goofy. But fucking-A dudettes, its pretty rad. Just to hop in it and cruise with nowhere speacial to go? EPIC SAUCE. Beautiful day with nothing to do? DUNNA NUNNA NUNNA NUNNA NUNNA NUNNA NUNNA NUNNA &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;BUG TIME! BUG TIME!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And on that bright yellow as fucking hell note, I'm out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-9202304164787005099?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/9202304164787005099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=9202304164787005099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/9202304164787005099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/9202304164787005099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2010/02/do-you-let-history-guide-you-or-do-you.html' title='Do you let history guide you? Or do you set out to change it?'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-431931189439641919</id><published>2010-02-01T16:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-01T16:18:55.853-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Will Scream My Thoughts to the Stars.....</title><content type='html'>I'm going insane. I swear it. It just seems like all I do is run around all fucking week. I work 6 of them, and on the 7th I've found myself running places to get more parts for cars that aren't getting done because I'm too busy fixing cars at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me to this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Money and what I do with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes the age old issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems that whenever I get money, and I've decided what I'm spending it on, everyone thinks its a bad idea. It amuses me greatly. If I want another old car, I'm going to buy it. "Oh well what about you and Das Lau moving out and living on your own?" or "Why not put the money into one you already have?", are the two most popular, although my annoying boss seems to chime in with "Why don't you buy your wife something nice?".  Let's tackle these in order shall we?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. You don't think we have a separate account for that? I know people think I'm some shallow loudmouthed jackass who plays things by air, and that makes me chuckle, because I plan things out more than people may ever know. I have my weeks planned months in advance, so what makes you think that when it comes to spending my money or finding a new residence, I haven't already set aside some money to do so? Thanks for your such high expectations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. You think I don't? If anything I'm buying shit with left over money from that, and besides, without my cars (and wife) I wouldn't have any motivation to work. Lame I know, but we all have different forces that move us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. This one annoys me greatly. I maintain my 3 cars, and hers. I actually just got done paying for a new cell phone for her, even though mine is a complete shitfest. Listen, I'll worry about my marriage, and you worry about yours, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, maybe I'm just ranting over nothing, or maybe I'm just frusterated. In the end, I'll just be left to my own devices which will end with me overthinking things as usual.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of these days I'm going to type up that religion related entry I have in my skull for here, but I'm still weighing the pros and cons and the backlash that will ensue. Unfortunately I do not have faith that people can discuss their faith 100% without being closed minded as all holy fuck. See what I did there? Yeah. Don't bother laughing, as it wasn't funny. Ha.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-431931189439641919?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/431931189439641919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=431931189439641919' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/431931189439641919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/431931189439641919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-will-scream-my-thoughts-to-stars.html' title='I Will Scream My Thoughts to the Stars.....'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-3011202342984795273</id><published>2009-12-20T18:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-20T20:32:02.971-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I Lit The Match, And Turned Away.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The End Is Near!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ah finally, the end of 2009. This year, overall, has sucked the biggest set of balls out of any year preceding it, except for 1997 and 1998 respectively.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So what's so special about this particular blog post as opposed to the typical nonsensical rantings I post here? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;ITS MY 10 FAVORITE ALBUMS OF THE YEAR BITCHES!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;Let me just say a few things up front (AKA The Disclaimer):&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;1.All country offerings were immediately disqualified the second they came out, as I despise cousin fuckin' pickup truck music. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;2.There were slim fucking pickin's this year my friends, and it isn't looking too good for next year either.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;3.Killswitch Engage was a HUGE fucking letdown this year, with their self titled release. It almost seems that because All That Remains screwed the pooch and started to suck with their newest release, that KSE had to follow suit.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;4.I think I drove my Bug more this year than last. Just saying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;5.No one has yet to release an album that I listen to more than Misery Signals' 2008 release Controller. I just cannot get over how fucking awesome that album is, seriously. When I got my Subaru back from a friend whom I let borrow it, what was the first thing I did? Popped in Controller and went for a long drive just so I could smother myself with the awesomeness and yell along to every fucking word. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;6.Thank you 311 for proving that you still can make a good album. After Evolver and Don't tread on me, I was getting worried.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;7. This is MY FUCKING LIST. You don't like it? TOO FUCKING BAD. Feel free to comment, but I reserve the right to ignore you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Another FYI/sidenote, as far as 311 goes, my favorite album by them is Sound System, from 1999. Every album they release, unfairly enough, is compared to that album. So take what I say about UpLifter with that pound of salt. Thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So let's get on down to The List!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Arch Enemy: The Root Of All Evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v633/redevilrps13/?action=view&amp;amp;current=The_Root_Of_All_Evil.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/redevilrps13/The_Root_Of_All_Evil.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my humble and oft-disagreed with opinion, this year in music, especially heavy music, sucked. However, its good to see Arch Enemy back to making good music. As with NFG, their last album was....less than impressive. But enough with the past and on with the present!!! I LOVE Arch Enemy's guitar work, always have, and on this album it fucking SHINES. Not to say Angela Gossow's vocals arent great on every album but people, trust me. The guitars are the reason to listen Arch Enemy. Oh and the drums are good too, but you get the point.&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: A&lt;br /&gt;Music: A++&lt;br /&gt;Production: A+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Breaking Benjamin- Dear Agony&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v633/redevilrps13/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Breakingbenjamindearagony.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/redevilrps13/Breakingbenjamindearagony.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another solid release from the B.B. boys. Granted this album isn't anything ground breaking, but in a world of 1 album wonders, its a relief that a few artists year after year can still produce good music.&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: B+&lt;br /&gt;Music: B&lt;br /&gt;Production: A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Lady Gaga- Fame Monster (deluxe edition)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v633/redevilrps13/?action=view&amp;amp;current=TheFameMonsterStandard.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/redevilrps13/TheFameMonsterStandard.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Lady Gaga how I enjoy thee. Why? Why!? Because. When you break it down, her music is just fun to listen to. Yes there isn't alot of substance or depth, but sometimes that's ok. Her voice really isn't that bad, and while her lyrics aren't anything to write home about, they work for the music. The music is great. The beats are solid, and all the various sound effects go great with each other. As a closet electronica junkie, the music is really where I get my satisfaction. Granted, her songs are as catchy as herpes, but not as bad to deal with.&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: B-&lt;br /&gt;Music: A++&lt;br /&gt;Production: A++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. New Found Glory: Not Without A Fight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v633/redevilrps13/?action=view&amp;amp;current=NotWithoutAFight.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/redevilrps13/NotWithoutAFight.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HELL YEAH NEW FOUND GLORY!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;After their last album, I had lost all hope in the NFG guys, but one day my wife showed up to my work with this album after buying it on a whim and I figured why not give it a shot. Well I do not regret it. I went on to buy this CD for myself. Great classic pop punk, pretty much all the typical stuff that made that genre fun to listen to.&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: A-&lt;br /&gt;Music: A&lt;br /&gt;Production: (it was produced by mark hoppus of Blink 182) A-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Royce Da 5'9"- Street Hop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v633/redevilrps13/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Streethop.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/redevilrps13/Streethop.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a day and age of EPIC FUCKING FAIL Hip Hop, Royce Da 5'9" fucking delivers. Hard. His flow is ridiculous, his lyrical skill is epic, and fuck even the beats aren't bad. Its actually kinda sad how unknown this motherfucker is, because his ability is leaps and bound over those idiots you hear via mainstream media these days. He is in my top 5 rappers of all time list for sure.&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: A+&lt;br /&gt;Music/Beats: A&lt;br /&gt;Production: A&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. SlaughterHouse (self titled)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v633/redevilrps13/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Slaughterhouse_-_Slaughterhouse.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/redevilrps13/Slaughterhouse_-_Slaughterhouse.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I know, technically Royce has made it TWICE on this list, but let that only be a credit to his ability, nevermind how great his cohorts are on this album. Joe Budden, Cooked I, Royce Da 5'9", and Joell Ortiz are the afore mentioned cohorts in Slaughterhouse. Individually, I've only really listened to Royce, but let me tell you, on this album they all fucking shine brilliantly. All their flows and and lyrical abilities are beyond epic. This album is THE hip hop album of the year,  and I believe its the one all these recent jackass mainstream rappers should be compared to.&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: A+++++&lt;br /&gt;Music/Beats: A+&lt;br /&gt;Production: A+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. The Lonely Island- Incredibad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v633/redevilrps13/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Incredibad.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/redevilrps13/Incredibad.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What can I possibly say about this album that hasn't been said. It is funny as all fuck. End of story. There are very few "joke" music albums (Tenacious D etc) that are actually funny from start to finish, actually combine good comedy with good music, and this is one of them. The obvious songs to preach are "I'm on a boat" and "Jizz in my pants", but I'll be damned if "Space Olympics" and "DreamGirl" aren't my faves. This album has spent a fuckton of time in my car's cd player, and I still listen to it, which is rare for comedy albums.&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics:A++&lt;br /&gt;Music: A++&lt;br /&gt;Production A- (The production on "Sax Man" is damned near horrible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Chimaira: The Infection&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v633/redevilrps13/?action=view&amp;amp;current=chimaira-the-infection.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/redevilrps13/chimaira-the-infection.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hells yes. Chimaira is one of my favorite heavier bands, and this album strengthens my love of their music. On every album they are heavy as hell, but on this one they change it up and do it a little more methodically. Let me tell you, this is one of those rare times a band switches up their style and doesn't fuck it up. On their self titled album released a few years ago, there were hints of what was to come, and this new album solidifies it. From start to finish this album kicks your face in and shows no regret. Just how it should be!&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: A++&lt;br /&gt;Music: A++++&lt;br /&gt;Production: A+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. 311- Uplifter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v633/redevilrps13/?action=view&amp;amp;current=Uplifter.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/redevilrps13/Uplifter.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUZZAH, 311 IS GOOD AGAIN! lol.&lt;br /&gt;Remember what I said earlier, I compare everything they release to "Soundsystem". This album stacks up nicely. It isn't better than, but it is almost equal to, Soundsystem. I love the guitar work, and how the whole album just feels good to listen to, which considering the title is a good thing. Otherwise they'd be a bunch of liars. I must be honest, the first time I heard "Hey You", I was skeptical. but again wifey bought it on a whim, and JENGA! I loved it as well. This is another cd that has spent a fuckton of time in my car cd player, and I enjoyed every minute of it. And, much like Soundsystem, it is a great summer cd to listen to with the windows down on a beautiful day. Absolutely a solid album start to finish, and even the softer songs aren't that bad, like "Love Song" was. Fuck I hate that song, the cover and the original.&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics: A&lt;br /&gt;Music: A++&lt;br /&gt;Production: A++&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;AND NOW FOR THE NUMBER ONE EPIC FAVORITE OF MINE OF 2009!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And the winner is...........................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;THE PRODIGY.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v633/redevilrps13/?action=view&amp;amp;current=ProdigyAlbumCoverx-1.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/redevilrps13/ProdigyAlbumCoverx-1.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;1.The Prodigy- Invaders Must Die.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;  Jesus unclefucking Christ was this album great. Fuck every other album that came out this year, this was the best. Hands down. But I think you get the point. Liam Howlett and the boys have released a solid piece of music here, and I swear this album got played nonstop by me for at least two months straight. The music is fun, deep, and amazing in general. The beats are solid. The lyrics, albeit few, are to the point and are worth listening to, which is rare on an electronica album. Fuck me there are not enough ways to put into words how fucking great this album is. Get it. You will not regret it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;I'm not counting lyrics here, because....well there aren't that many words in the songs!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Music: A MOTHERFUCKING ++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Production: A++++++++++++++++++++++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;Thank you Prodigy for not making this year in music a complete fucking waste of my auditory abilities. Thank you thank you thank you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Now for other stuff.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Biggest Letdowns!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This year was weak for music. In every genre. Let's face it. But the following are albums I had high hopes for:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Reel Big Fish: Fame, Fortune, and Fornication.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   Good god what a turd. I know its an album of cover songs, but c'mon at least try to make them decent. Bleh.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. HateBreed (self titled)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   It seems that every year, one of my favorite bands is hell bent on dropping a turd on me. This album was a complete letdown. Honestly, and this may be cruel, but seeing as their former guitarist commited suicide (RIP Lou "Boulder" Richards) and Sean Martin quit, you would've thought this would have been heavier and more brutal. But it wasn't. It was merely a fucking whimper compared to their past 3 albums (I do not count "for the lions" as an album, sorry), and it brings me great disappointment. Hell Jamey Jasta even tries to sing on some of the songs. WHAT!? NO! I hope that this will never happen again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. Yeah Yeah Yeahs: It's Blitz!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   What an inaptly titled album. They should've named it "Its Boring!". What a fucking snoozefest of a cd, boring and lacking of anything that made me want to listen to the Yeah Yeah Yeahs in the first place. The first single "Zero" is not a bad song by any means, but it just goes downhill FAST from there on out. Such a shame.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Mastadon: Crack the Skye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   Ok first off, I know I am going to catch a shitton of flack for not liking this cd, but whatever. This album was hyped up everywhere I looked, even on Adult Swim. What a letdown. I just do not find it that interesting to listen to, and good god does the singer's voice annoy the piss out of me. I like their older stuff, but this release? DO NOT WANT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Raekwon: Only Built For Cuban Linx II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;   This is my own fault here. The original OBFCL was a great hip hop album for its time, and I thought Raekwon would be able to duplicate its epicness. I was wrong. It isnt horrible, but that is far from meaning its great. Perhaps I expected too much?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Honorable Mentions!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;These albums were good, but just not good enough. Plain and simple. I'll keep it short here.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;1. Dethklok: Dethalbum II&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;2. Alice In Chains: Black Gives Way to Blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;3. August Burns Red: Constellations&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;4. Lamb of God: Wrath&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;5. Chevelle: SciFi Crimes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;6. Rammstein: Liebe Ist Für Alle Da&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;And that's all folks!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;PS. Who the fuck keeps letting HEDpe release albums?! MAKE IT STOP. PLEASE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-3011202342984795273?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/3011202342984795273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=3011202342984795273' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/3011202342984795273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/3011202342984795273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2009/12/i-lit-match-and-turned-away.html' title='I Lit The Match, And Turned Away.'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-5607858053830313000</id><published>2009-12-17T17:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T18:27:24.522-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad Romance.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Good evening everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would like to take a moment and announce that Honey Dew Donuts has the BEST fucking pre-made (cmon we know that shit isn't fresh) hot chocolate ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to business.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you Rolling Stone magazine. Over the years I have never come across such a failed attempt of a group of people trying to write about music. To say they are biased would be only the tip of the fail iceberg.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean seriously, who the fuck actually considers Kurt Cobain a talented singer and guitarist? TWO OF HIS FUCKING SONGS WERE PRETTY MUCH THE SAME SET OF FUCKING RIFFS! Nevermind the fact that he didn't actually sing, so much as whine his way through songs.  Yet somehow, some fucking way, he made it on both of Failing Stone's top 100 singers list, and top 100 guitarists list within the top 30....HOW THE FUCK IS THAT POSSIBLE?! Hell nevermind that, how is it Janis fucking Joplin is on the list of singer, ms. i sound like a bitch with a sore throat vomiting into a mic herself, make it on the singer list.....but yet Brad Delp from Boston, who WAS KNOWN FOR HIS ACTUAL SINGING ABILITY didn't?! Nevermind even that, how'd she make it higher on the list than Steve Perry from Journey?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how Rolling Stone will be all about a trend or a band, and then as soon as it/they become unpopular, they start the bash wagon up. Example? I remember them talking positively about Mudvayne when they first arrived on the music scene a few years back, but in this month's issue about the top albums/artists from the first 2000s decade, (I swear they have worse lists than VH1) they're referring to them and Limp Bizkit as baggy jean wearing dipshits....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Holy hypocrisy Batman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving on, as I'm trying not to give myself a heart attack over this shit.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck its cold outside (11deg F to be exact) but you know what? It doesn't bother me. Yep I said it. It's just come to a point of after living in New England for 25 years, I've just come to expect it. And besides, if it's this cold, it won't snow. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Christmas is next week. Thank (religious deity). I'm even more broke than usual, trying to get the Nissan Situation situated, and trying to get people gifts. And yes, I am that person who actually feels bad for not getting people gifts. I don't know when I developed that problem, but yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just saw a commercial for Mariah &lt;s&gt;Crazy As Fuck&lt;/s&gt; Carey's perfume line. I was stunned to say the least, mostly because it wasn't described as "Scents From the Looney Bin".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone ever notice that after christmas and new years (I prefer new years btw, much better parties), the next decent holiday isn't until March &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;(&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;St. Patty's Day!&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 204, 0);"&gt;)&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;? Don't even try to bring that "Oh what about valentine's day" bullshit in here. Valentine's day, much like Columbus day isn't a real fucking holiday. If anything its another shot for Hallmark and other card vendors to stay in the financial black.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And why the fuck does columbus have a holiday?! "He discovered America!"... WRONG. 1. HE LANDED ON PUERTO RICO. 2.How did he discover something that was already here, and already had people living within its coasts?!&lt;br /&gt;Yes, he proved the world wasn't flat. Goody gumdrops. Dr. Gattling proved you could put a fuckton of bullets into the air at person via the gattling gun, but he doesn't have a holiday does he?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So as we know, I'm all for leaving Tiger (tiger tiger) Woods (y'all) alone. However, I am wondering when that idiot who did the Leave Britney Alone video is going to pop up for another shot at 15sec of fame with a "Leave Tiger Alone" video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Extra points if he wears a tiger suit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a quick shout out/big ups to the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phlip, for his section on why Tiger Woods should be left alone.&lt;br /&gt;Kobe Bryant, because even though I am not a Lakers fan, his buzzer beater was epic, and lets be realistic, the motherfucker can BALL.&lt;br /&gt;The Boston Red Sox, for picking up John Lackey.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 153, 0);"&gt;Now to get serious for a minute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today 26 year old Chris Henry, wide reciever for the Cin. Bengals, lost his life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I ask that after reading this blog you have a moment of silence out of respect to his family and comrades on his team.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-5607858053830313000?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/5607858053830313000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=5607858053830313000' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/5607858053830313000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/5607858053830313000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2009/12/bad-romance.html' title='Bad Romance.'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-1129531021191294243</id><published>2009-12-12T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T10:53:00.142-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Cake is a Lie, Boobs are Forever!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Hells yeah boobs! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So yesterday found me in great pain and in the hospital trying to figure out why I felt like I have taken a fucking .357 round to the chest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;AND IMAGINE THAT, IT WAS STRESS RELATED!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I know, you're reading this going "C'mon Red, you? Stressed? Needing to chill the fuck out? Lies."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Apparantly, my acid reflux and horrid habit of being stressed all the fucking time decided to team up. WITH OUR POWERS COMBINE, YOU'RE GONNA HURT MOTHERFUCKER!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I'm switching to this color for a reason. Hang with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;So what's with the title? Well the officially named (by me, so its a official) Hot Dr. Brittany was using her stethescope (spelling?) on my back, HER TITS WERE PRETTY MUCH IN MY FACE. As for this color? This is merely a celebration of what color shirt she was wearing, or that I wish was laying on the floor next to my hospital bed. God damn she was fine. Which was a relief considering that I hate needles, and the dude nurse decided to use a fucking 14 gauge needle to put a bloodspout (essentially) in my right arm. He told me he had good veins, but he wasn't Scott Weiland or a heroin dealer....weird. But yeah, Hot doctors make everything better!! Even the super short, barely english speaking, chinese xray chick was cute....until she kept saying every 5 fucking seconds "oh....you so tall!". Yes, Xray Chick, yes I am. NOW PHOTOGRAPH MY INNARDS AND FIGURE MY SHIT OUT! The best part was went the short gnome looking lady came in and said "the needle in your right arm is too big, so the blood cells broke when they came out into the test vial.".....No big deal, just pop the cap off the ol' bloodspout and take more. No. Wait. WTF?! ANOTHER NEEDLE?! This time in my left arm. Thesepeople are sadists. I swear. But hurray for Hot Dr. Brittany and her breasts. Especially in one of my favorite colors, purple. What is the reminder here?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;I FUCKING HATE NEEDLES. I strongly dislike hospitals as it is, BUT RELIGIOUS DEITY DAMN PEOPLE, I FUCKING HATE NEEDLES. THAT SHIT JUST FEELS WEIRD! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I wonder if hookers/whores/sluts/pornstars hate needles....I mean they're always getting poked,prodded, stuck with objects, and having random items inserted into them anyways....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I digress. Well right now I digest, as I just finished lunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;But anyways, fear not as I'm not dead, nor am I going anywhere, I just need to actually get my acid reflux taken care of (I know I know, the nerve of that woman, suggesting that! ROFL), and I need to learn to chill the fuck out. Which is hard. Those of you with the religious deity given pleasure to know me in person (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;except for Paaaaaaat, he hasn't asked me to hang out :( but you should check out his blog &lt;a href="http://pigbombs.blogspot.com/"&gt;PigBombs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;) know that I may or may not be (they havent proven it in court yet) a very go go go go person. So chilling out? Meh, not so much in my vernacular.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Back to Red.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I would like to take a moment to welcome back Phlip (what up?!) from his "I'm on a boat!" trip recently. You should check out his escapades, at &lt;a href="http://www.callmephlip.blogspot.com/"&gt;callmephlip.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Why all the shoutouts? Why the fuck not? Besides, I wouldn't suggest them if they weren't good shit (&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc33cc;"&gt;Paaaat literally, as he smells horrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;), and I'm sure you'll enjoy it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;So Tiger (tiger tiger woods y'all!) decided to be a typical rich dude and bang a bunch of hot chicks, and his wife. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Where is the issue here?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Before you answer, try and tell me with a straight face that if you were him you wouldn't pull the same shit. Anyone who says otherwise is a fucking liar. Seriously, men of stature such as his (even though he is a golfer, which is latin for gay) are always doing this shit, so why i he such a surprise?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Oh but he's such a nice guy....yeah apparantly they thought so. Or at lest that though his penis and wallet were nice guys. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Multiple bitches and a fuckton of money? That's Grrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr-eat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Sorry, couldn't help myself. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;I love how this shit was all over the news. Starvation and AIDS in Africa? Bitch please, that shit is so played! We need fresh meaningful new! Like Tiger's penile antics! Because we as commonfolk would neeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeveeeer do that. Right. Sure. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Whenever a celebrity slips, we are there as a populus mob to hit them with every stone in the vicinity. But, why don't we do that when they make shitty products? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Example: If Nicholas Cage actually lands another movie (and it will suck) we get to light him on fire. Why? Well if he still thinks people want to see his horrid movies, he's slipped up big time in my book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Next time Grandma Madonna tries to look young and sexy (and not like gap toothed skeletor), we get to dust off the guillotine, and OFF WITH HER HEAD! Besides, I think her two front gapped teeth would make a great mounted beer bottle opener at a bar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Next time Sarah Palin.....aw fuck it, next time she even breathes, we nuke Alaska with her hog tied (fully clothed, as I can imagine she is not as attractive underneath as everyone had her pegged to be) to a flagpole in the center of the state. Think of all the oil we'd find! That and the fact Alaska actually elected her as something other than town hooker makes me question the sanity of the Alaskan people, and how the snow has effected it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Religious deity damn it I hate her, she's like a fucking media cockroach, you just can't seem to keep her the fuck away!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Well, I should probably go back to work, so many shitboxes, not enough hours in the day.....oh wait. Work is about as busy as the Cadbury Egg plant in anytime OTHER than easter. (reference? oh yes it is! youtube it under Upright Citizens Brigade. Sheer Genius).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;Au Revoir!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;BOOBS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;ps. Check out the &lt;a href="http://www.fujiispl.blogspot.com/"&gt;FujiiSPL blog &lt;/a&gt;as well! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-1129531021191294243?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/1129531021191294243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=1129531021191294243' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/1129531021191294243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/1129531021191294243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2009/12/cake-is-lie-boobs-are-forever.html' title='The Cake is a Lie, Boobs are Forever!'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-1587100583131863475</id><published>2009-11-26T06:54:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-26T06:55:39.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'>up up down down left left right right A B A B Start Select.</title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;Sarah palin is about as "rogue" as the turd I just left in the toilet.&lt;br /&gt;How the fuck is she any different than any other politican? She's maybe&lt;br /&gt;a little dumber and more psychotic (save for dick cheney) then the rest,&lt;br /&gt;but whether they call themselves left, right, up, down, or A, or B (get&lt;br /&gt;it? Lol) they are still a politician which makes them full of fail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She amazes me. Well more specifically, how she still finds ways to get&lt;br /&gt;people's attention (when we aren't laughing at her retarded "I regret&lt;br /&gt;having sex because im a fucking moron and got knocked up" daughter) is&lt;br /&gt;beyond comprehension. At least McCain wasn't a total shithead. I mean&lt;br /&gt;seriously, I ALMOST voted for him, but the thought of having the bible&lt;br /&gt;humping rogue wannabe psycho in the white house as well scared me a&lt;br /&gt;bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I don't regret voting for obama. I love how people were&lt;br /&gt;slobbering all over his nuts like he was the end all be all answer to&lt;br /&gt;our cries of "WHAT THE FUCK ARE WE GONNA DO?!'. The picture that shows&lt;br /&gt;him pointing and says "everyone chill the fuck out, I got this" makes me&lt;br /&gt;giggle.  You don't "got" this mr. President, nobody does. Even Mccain&lt;br /&gt;would've been fucked too. We were essentially voting for the best person&lt;br /&gt;to fuck things up a little less than the rodeo clown we just had 8 years&lt;br /&gt;of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God I hate politics.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it hates me too.&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-1587100583131863475?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/1587100583131863475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=1587100583131863475' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/1587100583131863475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/1587100583131863475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2009/11/up-up-down-down-left-left-right-right-b.html' title='up up down down left left right right A B A B Start Select.'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-8006541817134149862</id><published>2009-11-05T07:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-05T07:43:58.468-08:00</updated><title type='text'>737 For Your Thoughts?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I typed this entry up on the flight home from Las Vegas last night.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Taking a shit in an airplane bathroom is like trying shit in a cabinet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Especially if you actually have fat or muscle mass and are over 4 foot&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;fucking 1. Seriously, im 6'3, 242lbs and almost had to coat the door&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;opening with ky just to get in the bathroom, nevermind the following&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;awkwardness that was me trying to turn around to put my bare ass on the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;toilet seat without knocking shit over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Yes, I sit bare ass on public toilets. You may try to hover, or even try&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;to hold it till you get home, and that's because you're a fucking pussy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Our ancestors have survived CENTURIES without hovering over toilets,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;so....why should we hover? Hell when I eat (and lord knows I eat a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;fuckton) I celebrate when I have to shit, because that means I am&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;officially done with what I've eaten, not "oh im a walking vagina, I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;need to go home and shit because of gerrrrrmmmmzzzzzzz". Fuck you and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;fuck germs. Hell yeah I touch door handles, barehanded even! Germaphobes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;are just like vegetarians. A waste of dna and further proof that people&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;are becoming more and more pussified. Am I not afraid of anything? Oh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;no, I never said that. I am near deathly afraid of heights. But being&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;afraid of the distance from the top of the eiffel tower and the fucking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;ground (as you tend to go SPLAT if you fall) is a little more legit of a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;fear than being afraid of shit you're ancestors dealt with and survived&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;without 90% of the shit doctors have today.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;And there goes the hot air waitress. No not stewardess/flight attendants.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Stewardesess/flight attendants should be called waitresses, there's no fucking difference&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;except 1.they're on a fucking airplane, and 2. If you sit near the back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;of the plane with out headphones, you have to listen to them bitch about&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;how fat they are or, and I quote, "I get sick because of the junk I eat,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;im more prone to sickness because of it". Yeah right. So that plate of&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;fries I ate last night is going to make me more prone to aids?? I think&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;the fuck not. The only thing eating shitty foods all the time will cause&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;is for you to get fatter and more annoying.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;I am never sitting at the back of a plane again. The 2 mid forties aged&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;airborne waitresses are slowly making me dumber. Between "oh im getting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;botox here and here, but im waiting until my face gets thinner" and my&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;favorite "let me list the 10000 vaccinations im getting out of fear".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Crap. They just offered my new wife and I a free drink as a wedding&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;present...that doesn't mean I still wouldn't rather sit in the fucking 2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;inches of bathroom to get away from their conversation which I am sure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;they will resume once seated again. Bollocks.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Oh and the brash looking 17 year old tool in front of me...TURN YOUR&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;FUCKING IPOD DOWN. My wife and I, even though we are reading and CHOSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;not to listen to our music, do not want to listen to your shitty mix. If&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;it were better songs, then maybe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Crap the waitresses of the plane (again I refuse to call them&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;stewardesses/flight attendants), were nice and congratulated us...bah I still would rather&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;sit on the flight controls and risk farting so hard that the plane nose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;dives and kills us all, because I know with great satisfaction (thanks&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;benny benassi) it would silence the air waitress wenches.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Yes this was typed/written on the plane mid flight. I had to, to retain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;the shreds of my self restraint.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Hmmm maybe ill go shoehorn myself in the bathroom and shit again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Nope nevermind, my alcohol just arrived, so its time to indulge. I got a&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;screwdriver and She got baileys and coffee. I love vodka, she loves&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;everything else, it just works so well!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;Well, laters.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;Ps. I need to stop travelling to places that remind me that the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255);"&gt;NorthEast SUCKS so bad.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Pps. Dear fat older chick with the broken arm, you are making me fucking&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;regret every second I sit in this aisle seat because you seem to feel&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;the need to lose your balance and bump into me. I can't imagine where&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;you got the broken arm....maybe you lost your balance and your arm said&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;"captain I don't have the power to hold this hippo of a woman up" and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;proceeded to snap. Damn lady, even your appendages think your fat!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Ppps. Great, two fat dudes just made a dash for the bathroom. If I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;didn't actually fit in there, how the fuck will they? Crap nevermind,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;one is hovering over my shoulder watching me type this, ah well fuck him&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;I have vodka in my veins and do not care. Oh and "all the small things"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;just came on AGAIN on the 17 yr olds' loud ass earphones...is it his&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;theme song or something? I hope not lol...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;.....and I just finished reading "Why We Suck" by Denis Leary.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Absolutely amazing book, I felt as if its what I would write in a book&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;if I were given the chance.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;The End.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;Yeah, now I'm home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-8006541817134149862?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/8006541817134149862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=8006541817134149862' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/8006541817134149862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/8006541817134149862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2009/11/737-for-your-thoughts.html' title='737 For Your Thoughts?'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-9191553768481085460</id><published>2009-10-22T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-22T17:31:51.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Air Tonight.</title><content type='html'>So here I sit, on the most uncomfortable couch in the fucking world, trying to think of things to put on this page. I'm tired, beyond hungry, and forgot EVERYTHING I had wanted to put here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So here's what I've got.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.T-Mobile. FUCK YOU. I understand it was 99% microsoft's fault (and fuck, what isn't these days?) that my sidekick has been fucked up, but the fact of how little compensation you have offered in return for my headache ridden yet continued loyal service is insulting to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.I do not consider golf a sport. Is it easy to do? No. But I fail to see how it is a sport. There are no other players physically stopping you from getting the ball in the hole, and hell, you could walk down to the green and drop the ball right in if you felt like it! Someone just created a "sport" for the sake of doing something the fucking hard way.&lt;br /&gt;This subject is not open for debate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Religion. I'm only touching this briefly and wearing bio-hazard gloves, because it is always a testy fucking subject. I REFUSE to talk about religion anymore. It is pointless, and always ends with me thinking "why the fuck do I bother?". I don't try to argue with people over it, hell i used to love to talk about it, but now the joy in even tickling the idea of talking about it is ruined. People are such closed minded buffoons, that life and see life with the blinders on, to the point where if you even QUESTION the possibility of a deity, you're and idiot and should be shot. Are all faithy (yep I just invented a word) like that? Absolutely not!!! I am not trying to lump everyone into one barrel here, but the majority is, and as it goes, the majority has ruined it for me and others. Sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Bananas. Is it just me or do they seem to compliment almost every other food?! Peanut butter? AWESOME. Peanut butter and bananas? HOLY SHIT, FOODGASM. Chocolate? Great (unless you're allergic)!! Chocolate and bananas? BANANASPLOSION!!! See what I'm getting at here? I mean short of meats and cheeses, there are very few things bananas do not seem to make awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.People, for the love of (insert deity here), stop bringing your cars to mechanics. Including me. Why? Because you're just going to tell us we are fucking wrong, or that it's impossible, or that it is too expensive. Sorry to break this to you folks so late in the game but, and listen real fucking close....MOST (not all mind you) OF THE TIME, ITS YOUR OWN STUPIDITY AND LACK OF MAINTENANCE THAT BROKE THE FUCKING CAR. Funny thing, how not changing your oil for 30,000 miles can cause an engine to fucking fail due to lack of proper lubrication, isn't it? Yes, then you bring your car to the dealer, and expect it for free, and then blow your top when it isn't covered under warranty due to abuse. Well of course its our fault you're fucking ignorant, how rude of us not realize that. My humblest apologies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Fat People. Just real quick, stop bitching that your seats break, or your car pulls to the left, or the seat squeaks when you sit down. Guess what? Its your 300lb ass (literally lol)  that is causing it to happen. Yes there are people large enough out there to cause a car to pull to the left while driving, I swear on my life I've seen it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Hip hop artists. GET YOUR SHIT TOGETHER. Your music is getting worse and more unoriginal every year. Seriously. The auto-tune phase was cute, but get over it and get back to basics, like oh I don't know.....decent lyric writing? There's so much bullshit going on these days and all you can seem to continually write about is (in no specific order) women, cars, and money? Please. Lock yourself in a room, and listen to NWA and Public Enemy, and don't come out until you have something legit to say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. The music industry. Fuck you, you are continually ruining all the music I love by cloning it if it is even remotely successfull.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Kanye West and JayZ. SIT DOWN AND SHUT THE FUCK UP. Hova, your new music is barely about mediocre, even by today's low as dogshit standards. Kanye, stop. Just...stop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Even numbers. I'm very OCD about them, which is why this post is ending on number 10, and why I'm getting married on 11/2/09. 11+2+9= 22. Yeah, I suck with math, but I have an even number obsession. I'm weird.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm going to drown in a vat of egg nog now (the hood brand, all that other shit is horrid).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GoodNight!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-9191553768481085460?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/9191553768481085460/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=9191553768481085460' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/9191553768481085460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/9191553768481085460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2009/10/in-air-tonight.html' title='In The Air Tonight.'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-2460871172582908062</id><published>2009-09-30T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T11:29:05.538-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Misery Signals.</title><content type='html'>25.&lt;br /&gt;1/4 Century.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As of 10pm tonight, I will be officially be 25 years old. Technically, one quarter of my lifespan is over, and I move further into adulthood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen and experienced many things up to this point, both good and bad, and at sometimes great and horrible. Love, rejection, death, accomplishment, failure have all fallen within the lines of my existence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I realize I've always done things the hard way, and I think for the first time its starting to pay off in multiple areas of my life. It's not perfect logic, but for some reason, I find it to be the best way &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;for me&lt;/span&gt; to go about things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've made my share of mistakes, and while there are some regrets along the lines, I can honestly say I've come out of them ok. Thanks to my friends, music, and family, I think I'll make it through the next 25 years.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-2460871172582908062?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/2460871172582908062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=2460871172582908062' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/2460871172582908062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/2460871172582908062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2009/09/misery-signals.html' title='Misery Signals.'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-7864504443484990476</id><published>2009-06-14T17:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T17:21:31.445-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Run To The Hills</title><content type='html'>I had to .....HAD TO buy this album, they released it in 2006, and it is fucking awesome!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v633/redevilrps13/?action=view&amp;amp;current=iron_maiden_-_a_matter_of_life_and_.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/redevilrps13/iron_maiden_-_a_matter_of_life_and_.jpg" alt="Photobucket" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its good to know that after all these years, dickinson and the boys still have it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, they sound just as they did back in the day, which is not a bad thing by any means. Too many bands I think get too caught up in trying to change with the times just to stay viable, when in reality, if you look at bands like AC/DC, you can have a career without changing too much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another issue I see in music, is bands' second albums being horrible. Yes, alot of times their first album is probably just way too amazing to top with another release (A La Boston's first Album), but I think most of it is alot of pressure to try and ante up and make the people say yeaaaaaah a second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes this one is short, whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-RedEvil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-7864504443484990476?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/7864504443484990476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=7864504443484990476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/7864504443484990476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/7864504443484990476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2009/06/run-to-hills.html' title='Run To The Hills'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-7287659839469234941</id><published>2009-06-08T10:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-08T11:07:25.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I Went Down Down Down in a Burning Ring of Fire....</title><content type='html'>Yesterday was a bit of a driving day, as I traveled in my Beetle most of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During these travels, I got to thinking.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......Man we are gonna get laughed at.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I mean?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it. When they put the first decades of the 2000s (2000 to 2010 for the morons) into the history books for future generations, what are going to be the major events they see?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-The first African American President was elected (ok that one is a good one!)&lt;br /&gt;-GM and Chrysler falling the fuck on their faces into Chapter 11..&lt;br /&gt;-A horrid recession&lt;br /&gt;-The bullshit "war" in Iraq&lt;br /&gt;-9/11&lt;br /&gt;-That idiot Illinois governor Rod Blagojevich&lt;br /&gt;-George W. Bush and Dick Cheney&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......and if my memory was in better shape the list would go on. Feel free to add more in the comments!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yea, hopefully the next couple decades or so go better, otherwise my kids/grand kids will be like "Wow grandpa RedEvil, you guys were fucked for awhile huh? Thanks for fucking us big time with the repercussions!" lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Think about it, alot of this shit going on today our kids and grandkids are going to have to foot the bill for.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....Now i'm definitely not leaving my cars to them because they'll have to sell them to pay off our debt to China.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come to think of it, does anyone else find it humorous that we are in debt to a country that makes knockoffs of all our products??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till Next Time Folks...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-RedEvil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-7287659839469234941?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/7287659839469234941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=7287659839469234941' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/7287659839469234941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/7287659839469234941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2009/06/i-went-down-down-down-in-burning-ring.html' title='I Went Down Down Down in a Burning Ring of Fire....'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-2047683423517434592</id><published>2009-06-04T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-04T18:35:56.641-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ok I'm a bit late on this one....</title><content type='html'>Alright so I know it's been a bit since the abortion known as American Idol has ended, but I feel the need to comment on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why? I am sick of listening to people continue to bitch about the outcome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUESS WHAT, YOUR VOTE DOESN'T FUCKING COUNT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well yes, you do vote, and they do tally it up, but really, does it matter who wins? Most of the winners don't actually go on to do anything.....so what's the point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off, most of the people who come across that stage....suck. And the ones that do sound good sound like every other pop motherfucker we have on the radio now....so why do we need more?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's go over a few contestants here.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kelly Clarkson is actually talented. Yes I said it. I would also destroy her in bed, but that has to do more with her "other" oral talents.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Daughtry? Didn't even win it. Bah. He's only still listened to because he sounds like the result of a drunken night of sex between Nickelback and Creed, and no one will admit to the baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jordin Sparks? Medocre at best. Although I liked her for that song "No Air" with Chris Brown, because after the whole Chris beating up Rhianna thing came out, that shit had new hilarious meaning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not condoning what he did, but that song just became insanely ironic given the circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carrie Underwood. Ok you and I both know that the Before He Cheats song was actually pretty good. Other than that....eh she makes a good sketchers model and that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taylor Hicks. Ok all you motherfuckers knew he wouldn't be shit after AI. I mean cmon, there is NOTHING about him that is marketable to anyone other than people who still buy Buicks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now some of you are probably going "But RedEvil, if you hate AI so much, how do you know all the names?"....RESEARCH BITCHES.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I figure since everyone is bitching about it still, and I'm going to ramble pointlessly about it, I might as well have my poop in a group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the last dude to win it hasn't done SHIT since the show, and his album tanked when it came out. KTHXBAI.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summary?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT doesn't matter who wins, because 90% will fall back into mediocrity with the rest of us. Except Clay Aiken. But that's because everyone knew he was gay except for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you next time folks....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-RedEvil&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-2047683423517434592?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/2047683423517434592/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=2047683423517434592' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/2047683423517434592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/2047683423517434592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2009/06/ok-im-bit-late-on-this-one.html' title='Ok I&apos;m a bit late on this one....'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-1526759392739236937</id><published>2009-06-02T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-02T15:30:03.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Torch the Fields, and Pray for Rain</title><content type='html'>Ah when it rains it pours doesn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it rather amusing when people think that they are somewhat better than everyone else because they have a college degree. I mean don't get me wrong, props to them for doing the "right thing" and going through the rigors of college (and the parties of college life), but I fail to see how that can make someone better than someone else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a mechanic by trade, and while I dropped out of college whilst pursuing my degree in english, I don't see myself as any less of a user of the english language, and nor do I see myself as great for being a mechanic....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....so it fucking grinds my gears (yes that's a family guy reference) when I diagnose a car's problems, and the owner of the vehicle says, "well my son went to (insert auto school here), and he says that there is no way that can be the problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh? Then why the fuck isn't he working on it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then comes the obvious "well I'm sure when you went to school to fix cars you mast have learned the right way and wrong way to diagnose these things"....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love the look on their stuck up faces when I calmly say "I studied english in college, and only became a mechanic because I'm too broke to pay someone else to fix my cars".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, maybe I'm nitpicking here, but if you bring your car to me to be fixed, do you or don't you want me to fix it? Or did you just bring it here so me and your son can compare notes and talk cars?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best is when they ask me to look at the car, tell me I'm wrong, and then they come back a week later saying their son found that the issue was what I said it was in the first place, and that he doesn't even have the right tools to fix the issue (for things such as rear wheel bearings).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean I don't go into ice cream places asking for a sundae, and then tell them they're doing it wrong because my brother (100% serious here) graduated from a culinary college and that's not the way &lt;em&gt;he&lt;/em&gt; would make it, now do I?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Although, the only people I think we need to tell they're doing it wrong are the politicians. But we all knew that ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time folks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-RedEvil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I've been at work from 7am and I'll be here until 7pm. I'm so bored that not only am I updating this, but I've been hiding in the back seat of cars that on of the other techs have been working on and jumping out at them when they get in the front seat. Yeah, I'm an ass like that, BUT IT'S SO FUN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;color:#33cc00;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;LET'S PUT A &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SMILE ON THAT FACE!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;RIP&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Heath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Ledger :(&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-1526759392739236937?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/1526759392739236937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=1526759392739236937' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/1526759392739236937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/1526759392739236937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2009/06/torch-fields-and-pray-for-rain.html' title='Torch the Fields, and Pray for Rain'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-6875411213580468295</id><published>2009-05-31T18:25:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T18:38:55.050-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nostalgia'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cartoons'/><title type='text'>Cartoons, Nostalgia, Maturity, and How they keep me from killing you.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Ok I'm joking about the kiling part. Relax.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Anyways.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I went and saw UP! today in 3d with my fiancee. EPIC MOVIE.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Out of all the movies that are out, UP is probably the only one with a decent plot, decent jokes, and that takes you across the whole range of emotions, from sadness to happiness.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Which brings me to the title.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I catch shit from people all the fucking time because I am turning 24 in a few months, and I am still enamoured with animated features, and even TV cartoons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why? Simple.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;As a dealership mechanic, all day I deal with the general populace, and there is frusteration in that to no end on some days. So why, oh dear god why, would I want to come home and deal with watching people on TV for entertainment? Cartoons are one of the oldest "modern" sources of humor and joy, and after a frustrating day of dealing with real live people, why wouldn't you want to see an anvil dropped on a coyote or a cat trying to learn how to cook? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Besides, TV today is all dramas, reality tv, and crime dramas. Oh sure, there are some comedies, but c'mon....are they really funny? I didn't think so. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Yes I do watch some other TV, as Bones and House are GREAT shows with great plots and characters. But let's be honest, sometimes you just want to kick back and laugh at stupid things, and a coyote chasing around a roadrunner or a rabbit tricking a hunter just does the trick. Right?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Nostalgia. Another reason I watch cartoons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I am a Transformers nerd. I admit it. Anyone who knows me on a personal level know this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Why? Because, to be honest, I had a bit of a shitty childhood due to my mother's second husband, and other than music, transformers was my escape. I admired the principles behind Optimus Prime's beliefs, and hoped one day I would grow to be as strong as him, even though he was a fictitional character, he represented everything I wanted to be....short of a transforming cyborg lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;So why do I still watch the 4 seasons of the original Transformers series? Because it helps me reminisce about the struggles I've been through, and it helps me reflect on alot of things from my youth that have made me who I am.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Granted that show is definitely not the part of my youth that made me a potty mouthed wise ass ;)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Also, anyone who calls anyone immature for playing video games and watching cartoons needs to step the fuck back and look at themselves, because I'm sure there are things they do that are childish to help them escape the everyday turmoil that can cause oh so much stress in life.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Thank you to everyone who reads this, and stay tuned because I AM BACK!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;-RedEvil&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-6875411213580468295?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/6875411213580468295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=6875411213580468295' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/6875411213580468295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/6875411213580468295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2009/05/cartoons-nostalgia-maturity-and-how.html' title='Cartoons, Nostalgia, Maturity, and How they keep me from killing you.'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-8631869460503718375</id><published>2009-01-20T20:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-20T20:49:18.891-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Under pressure.</title><content type='html'>SINUSES SUCK. The whole right side of my face is in a shitton of pain because of them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear people who live in New England:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You have absolutely NO excuse as to why you can't try in the snow. Quit being scared. I'm not asking you to speed, but fuck, at least go 50 on the damned highway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except for you truck and 4WD/AWD car owners. Quit trying to blow by everyone like you're hot shit, because we all know you're the fuckface who ends up being pulled out of the median or the center ditch in the middle of the highway. Your drivetrain configuration does NOT make you invincible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love Always,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;RedEvil.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-8631869460503718375?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/8631869460503718375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=8631869460503718375' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/8631869460503718375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/8631869460503718375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2009/01/under-pressure.html' title='Under pressure.'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-2226534476753104524</id><published>2009-01-02T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T21:04:16.149-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fly The Banner Blue and Gold</title><content type='html'>Quick Update, as I have forgotten what I wanted to put here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things I hate About Newer Cars:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. The fucking seatbelt chime.&lt;br /&gt;2.Too many driver's aids.&lt;br /&gt;3.New car owners&lt;br /&gt;4.Too much computer controlled bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;5.The whole PZEV garbage&lt;br /&gt;6.Emissions&lt;br /&gt;7.New car owners. (yes I know it's on the list twice)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-2226534476753104524?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/2226534476753104524/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=2226534476753104524' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/2226534476753104524'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/2226534476753104524'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2009/01/fly-banner-blue-and-gold.html' title='Fly The Banner Blue and Gold'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-4869299933215554702</id><published>2008-12-17T18:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T18:42:21.815-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Lights Are On, But Nobody Is Home.</title><content type='html'>Ok people it's time for my semi-huge music post of 2008.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the year drawing to a close, it's time to rap up the year with my favorites from 2008, my least faves, biggest letdowns, and a look back at the bands I miss.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's GO!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**note**not all of these albums were released this year, but I have acquired them this year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In no particular order...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. 36 Crazyfists-The Tide and Its Takers&lt;br /&gt;2.In Flames- The Mirror's Truth&lt;br /&gt;3.Unearth- The March&lt;br /&gt;4.Disturbed-Indestructable&lt;br /&gt;5.Bleeding Through-Declaration&lt;br /&gt;6.KRS One and Marley Marl-Hip Hop Lives&lt;br /&gt;7.As I Lay Dying- An Ocean Between Us&lt;br /&gt;8.Lupe Fiasco- The Cool&lt;br /&gt;9. TI-Paper Chaser&lt;br /&gt;10.Breaking Benjamin-Phobia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for the biggest letdowns of 2008....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.Kanye West AND his new album. Both of them were awful this year, including his awful AutoTuned verse on "Swagger Like Us", and never mind the fact that his new album is an audio abortion. If this is what he's going to sound like now, he might as well go back to producing/hanging on Jay-Z's coatails.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.All That Remains. What happens when metal sells out? You get the new ATR album "overcome". Overcome by what? A sudden lack of writing ability? Their past two albums have been nothing short of amazing, and then they drop this fucking cliche' turd on us. Nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Linkin Park. In short I would love to know what the fuck they were thinking when they released "Minutes to Midnight". Honestly if I wanted to hear that much fucking whining, I would listen to a teenage female bitch about boys and high school with music going in the background. Way to take everything awesome about your sound...and eliminate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Incubus. Whatever happened to "old" Incubus? S.C.I.E.N.C.E and Make Yourself were awesome, amazing albums, and then fuckity poof, over the past coulple years theyve gone to shit. Oh and Brandon, the lead singer, is a douche bag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.Hell Yeah (the band). With members such as the guitarist from Nothingface, Vinnie Paul from Pantera and Damageplan, and the singer from Mudvayne, Hell Yeah had all the makings of a fucking amazing project. NOPE SOMEONE LIED. God what a fucking awful album! The whole thing is almost like the singer trying to convince me he's some hardcore redneck who drinks too much. Dude, you're in Mudvayne, so I find all your lyrics insanely hard to believe. Also, who the fuck names a song after themselves!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now onto the bands I miss the most from recent years....&lt;br /&gt;1.From Zero. Awesome band, great live show, and cool dudes (I met them when they played at the then named Tweeter Center). Their first album was fucking amazing, but like most bands, released a god awful second cd, and brokeup shortly thereafter. Such a shame....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.Unloco. Another great band, HUGELY underrated, I think they were from Texas? Not that that's relevant lol. Two great albums, and then poof they were gone. Such a shame!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.Spineshank. One of the best bands to come out during the whole "industrial metal is cool for now" phase from the late nineties and early 2000s. Actually had a couple songs on mainstream rock radio too! Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.Nothingface. Their "Violence" album holds a place as one of my favorite albums EVER. So much musical flexibility, with the ability to lure you into a song with nice calm music, and they beat your fucking face in with the song's meaning and the breakdowns as well.  Also amazing live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The End! Thanks for reading, see you again next week!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RedEvil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-4869299933215554702?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/4869299933215554702/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=4869299933215554702' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/4869299933215554702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/4869299933215554702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2008/12/lights-are-on-but-nobody-is-home.html' title='The Lights Are On, But Nobody Is Home.'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-29270193227397061</id><published>2008-12-08T16:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-08T17:02:23.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Ghost Inside</title><content type='html'>Ok let's get right to it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I was reading the local newpaper, and it seems that there is an ethic committee being formed. Hmmm, interesting. Isn't it a bit late for this shit? In case anyone HASN'T noticed, we are currently fucked, and most of it has been caused by shady, greedy motherfuckers in governement and higher up in companies.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Where was the ethics committee when the whole ENRON bullshit went down? They fucked up bad, and pretty much just got a slap on the wrist....pretty amazing isn't it?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I think an ethics committee is a good idea, especially an independant one, but I think at this point, especially in Massechusetts it's too little too late.....I mean c'mon, remember the Big Dig catastrophe? Exactly. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;How about motherfuckers just start being honest? HOLY SHIT CRAZY CONCEPT ALERT.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I honestly think I'd make an awesome politician. Why? Because, I never bullshit, and we could use someone with a wacky sense of humor in a government position.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I also wonder if things weren't as bad, if Obama would have won. Let's face it, NO ONE has touted for a legit change in ages, and if things were hey-ok I doubt change would've been such a strong message to send. I still wouldn't have voted for McCain/Palin, because no matter how good or bad things are....Palin is still a fucked in the head, ignorant, tool.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Subject:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;One hit wonders are awesome. I know I know....WTF? Lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Think about it. Some of the best and most popular songs were made by one hit wonders, regardless of generation. Yes alot of them are forgettable, but when they come on you have that "Oh shit I remember and used to love this song!" moment everytime.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Case in point? Rick Astley's Never Gonna Give You Up. Yes the fricken Rick Roll song.  It really isn't THAT BAD of a song. Is it a huge triumph in musical audio expression? Oh hell no. But It was popular for a reason, and all you motherfuckers making fun of it now fail to remember apparantly that it was people like you who made it popular in the first place. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;Want another example? Sure! I'd be glad to oblige. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;M.C. Hammer. EVERYONE and I mean EVERYONE makes fun of him and his style nowadays, but does no one remember he sold 15 MILLION FUCKING ALBUMS?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I bought one. I used to listen to his shit all the fucking time growing up and I'm damn proud of it! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;So how is it everyone acts like they never ever liked his shit? He didn't buy the CDs himself did he? Exactly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;So get off your "I'm too cool for that song" pedestal and next time a one hit wonder song comes on.....enjoy it. Let it take you back and help you remember "back in the day" It's ok, I won't make fun of you for it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Final Subject:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 102, 0);"&gt;New England weather.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously...WHAT. THE. FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've lived in New England my whole 24 years of exsistence, and while yes, I am used to it, I still cannot get over how wacky it is!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's 15 degress out right now. Makes sense for december doesn't it? Well it'll be 54 on wednesday!!! HUH?! WTF!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always knew females were a tad indecisive but jesus fuck mother nature MAKE UP YOUR MIND!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel so bad for the weathermen and women up here, their jobs sucks ASS. How many days have they said "Oh shit, 5-6 inches of snow!" and it ends up being sunny as fuck with a high of like...50 degrees?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean after awhile, why even try? They should just get up in front of a CG map of N.E. and just go "Well some shit is gonna happen weather-wise...but what? We have no fucking clue."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;And there we have it folks! Another entry, and no one got hurt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell your friends! Spread the word of my Rants! Let's get people reading this shit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Laters,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;RedEvil.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-29270193227397061?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/29270193227397061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=29270193227397061' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/29270193227397061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/29270193227397061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2008/12/ghost-inside.html' title='The Ghost Inside'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-3829429757732373424</id><published>2008-12-04T19:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-04T19:27:13.765-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burning Down the Village of Logic</title><content type='html'>Can someone PLEASE explain to me how the fuck it's possible to get stuck behind some slow asshole not only on my 45 min ride TO work.....but on the way home as well?!?!!?!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how people can do 5 under the speed limit in the morning. I mean c'mon, the majority of drivers are either A) Going to work or B) bringing their kids to school, or hell even a combination of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please explain to me why they need to make ME late for work. Bad enough I even have to drive so fucking far, with the sun in my eyes, but no, I have dipshit Lucy housewife in front of me keeping me from being at work making money.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to my ride home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, even when work is dead, I leave work decently fatigued. So I'm not exactly going to be a fucking speed demon driving home.  That being said, why the fuck would someone be on a road with a speed limit of 40mph DOING 20....YES TWENTY FUCKING MILES PER HOUR?!?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I get a half car length behind said vehicle, which I believe was a brand new Honda CR-V, and he proceeds to brake tap me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OH COME ON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really don't get people these days. The 4 miles I was behind him there were AT LEAST 5 FUCKING SPEED LIMIT signs that said 40mph.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yet I'm the asshole for being behind him??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I need a hotrod. ASAP.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-3829429757732373424?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/3829429757732373424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=3829429757732373424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/3829429757732373424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/3829429757732373424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2008/12/burning-down-village-of-logic.html' title='Burning Down the Village of Logic'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-1675527368867583647</id><published>2008-11-28T15:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-28T16:08:13.658-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Rodder's Journal.</title><content type='html'>Been a few days since I've updated this, ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I start.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fucking hate New England. I always have, but now that it has caused me to send one of my beloved cars to the junkyard due to rot, I am re-inspired to hate it all over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So at work today, a gentleman came in bitching about his wiper blades, and demanding new ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because they were squeaking. Ok, but the thing that gets me, was that all he needed to do was re-adust the way the actual blade sat, and it would've been fine. But no, that would've been too fucking simple now wouldn't it? And then he procedes to piss and moan to the owner, and then continues to bitch about a fucking wiper blade for a good half hour or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Really? REALLY?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People are damned pathetic sometimes, I swear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck, I totally had more to type in here, but I forgot. Stupid Concussions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-1675527368867583647?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/1675527368867583647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=1675527368867583647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/1675527368867583647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/1675527368867583647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2008/11/rodders-journal.html' title='The Rodder&apos;s Journal.'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-1366405917632057104</id><published>2008-11-18T20:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T20:13:48.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Left 4 Dead.....</title><content type='html'>...Is amazing. End of story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do.....&lt;br /&gt;....You like zombie games?&lt;br /&gt;....you like any thing Valve has ever made?&lt;br /&gt;....you like zombie games?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THEN GET OFF YOUR ASS AND BUY THIS GAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....it's the american thing to do! support the economy! kill zombies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or else, you'll be branded a communist!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SHEESH.&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bored, so I'm going to type in this color now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't you hate it when you see someone stop at a stop sign, waiting to make the right hand turn that will put them on the current road you are driving on, and they wait for the LAST POSSIBLE SECOND and then turn in front of you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not only that but they put allllll that effort into it.....JUST TO SLOW THE FUCK DOWN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HUH?! WHAT?! HAMBURGER HELPER?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand, it's like hurrying up to wait....except the person is inflicting it upon themselves.....wtf?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next Square...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;WARNING: THE NEW MORTAL KOMBAT GAME (MK VS. DC) SUCKS ASS.&lt;br /&gt;The graphics? Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;The Gameplay? Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;The character selection? atrocious.&lt;br /&gt;The overall game? BORING AS FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather watch a marathon of Rosie O'donnell talking about her political views than play this game again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ONLY good thing in this game....is the Joker. I mean c'mon, the fucking Joker is awesome in damned near anything and you know it. But in this case, the dude has a move where you shake his hand and he electricutes you with a hand buzzer. HA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I &lt;3 The Joker. Best character ever. Or evar. Moar? Sauce? Intrahnetz?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 51, 153);"&gt;Either Way, Good night kids and kittens. May the Sauce be with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BAH WEEP GRAH NAH WEEP NINNY BON!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(if you don't know what that is, you need to google it.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-1366405917632057104?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/1366405917632057104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=1366405917632057104' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/1366405917632057104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/1366405917632057104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2008/11/left-4-dead.html' title='Left 4 Dead.....'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-5253297288611700533</id><published>2008-11-12T19:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T20:02:13.369-08:00</updated><title type='text'>VROOOOOM *shift* VROOOOOOOOOOM (Car Rant)</title><content type='html'>Oh what the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok people, can I ask a favor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are driving, and need to take a turn....PLEASE FOR FUCK'S SAKE DON'T COME TO SUDDEN, ABRUPT STOP AND THEN TURN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn your damned directional on ahead of time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean fuck is it THAT fucking difficult?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, there should be height restrictions on SUV ownership.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't understand how people can drive a car they can barely see over the dashboard of. That and WTf is the need for giant ass SUVs still?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh that's right. Status.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We as a species are fucking pathetic. "Oh look at my car, it's shiny and huge, therefore I'm awesome and cooler than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK. YOU. CUNT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Buy a damned minivan or a station wagon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well I have like 5 kids and they won't fit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh? THEN SHUT YOUR FUCKING VAGINA. SERIOUSLY. Sew it shut. Put clamps on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you can't handle transporting a certain amount of kids without using a god damned land yacht, then you should be shot, and thusly so should your offspring. Ok not all of them, we'll let them draw straws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I honestly don't see what the big deal about driving a minivan or station wagon is. Minivans can be fucking dope! Look at all the options you can get on a fucking Honda Oddessey! Or on the wagon end of things, look at the Subaru Outback Turbo, the WRX turbo, or fuck even the Forester turbo!! (shameless plug)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh hey, good job GM, you redesigned your SUVs just in time to fail! CONGRATS. Now you want to get bailed out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU. Seriously, you fuck up, and we have to foot the bill? OH COME ON.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Chrysler you've already been bailed out once, so fuck off. Get out of line, and let Ford in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and Ford, why are you still making mercury cars? The are just shinier Fords!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what else....what else....what else....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eh I can't think of anything else right now. Good night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And thank you for reading once again. Tell your friends!!! oh and you mom too, cause she still owes me 20 bucks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Hiiiiiiiiiii Miiiiiiiiiiiiiiiike!   &lt;--dude built a fucking sega saturn controller to work with Xbox360!!! DUDE IS CRAZY! Seriously! Twisted Symphony FTW!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now if only he'd buy some tools......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-5253297288611700533?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/5253297288611700533/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=5253297288611700533' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/5253297288611700533'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/5253297288611700533'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2008/11/vrooooom-shift-vroooooooooom-car-rant.html' title='VROOOOOM *shift* VROOOOOOOOOOM (Car Rant)'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-7849725147709590178</id><published>2008-11-06T12:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-06T13:33:39.728-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Zippidy Fricken Doo Da.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;So let's see, it is dark and rainy outside. Could be worse though, could be that snow shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I swear, I really dont understand how people actually LIKE snow. I mean seriously? I mean Sarah Palin likes it, but she's half retarded, and half insane so her opinion doesn't count.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it when I have a fucking laundry list of shit to type here and then BAM! as soon as I get here, I forget it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love how Sarah Palin going back to work as governor of Alaska is somehow news on Yahoo!. Who fucking cares? Why would you EVER even consider giving that psycho more airtime? I'd rather listen to the spice girls on repeat with a mace stuck up my ass than endure any more of her ignorant babblings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have AIDS, people starving, an economic crisis, soldiers in Iraq......AND SHE IS NEWS SOMEHOW?! Yahoo, YOU'RE FIRED. sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;On Another Note.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;HOW THE FUCK IS POKER A SPORT!??!?!?!?!?!?!?!!??!?!&lt;br /&gt;SERIOUSLY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a fucking card game people, let's be realistic here!&lt;br /&gt;Chess....nay...CHECKERS is far more difficult and take far more mental aptitude to succeed at, and they aren't sports are they?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The World Series of Poker".....right. Way to rip off Baseball, an actual sport, to make poker sound like a legit waste of time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;In Other News.....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The Olsen Twins are still alive. Yeah, I don't know how either, I guess now they just must have IVs of stay alive juice in them. I've got nothing on this one lol....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;And One More Thing......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#999999;"&gt;How is it possible that we have pills that can make a woman wet, a guy have a boner.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....but we still cannot CURE cancer and AIDS?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or even still, how is it possible to consciously make a fucking pill that is supposed to help you, but gives you more side effects than condomless sex with a 50 year old prostitute?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I seriously do not understand mankind sometimes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey you can have a boner again......but you're gonna die in two years from AIDS. ENJOY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, is Miley Cyrus 18 yet? Cause I'm interested to see if she has a breakdown like Britney does.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If not, I'd like a piece lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-7849725147709590178?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/7849725147709590178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=7849725147709590178' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/7849725147709590178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/7849725147709590178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2008/11/zippidy-fricken-doo-da.html' title='Zippidy Fricken Doo Da.'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-1476998681984026279</id><published>2008-11-05T07:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-05T07:19:35.514-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Woop De Damn Doo!</title><content type='html'>I will be more interested in what he actually does for us, I could care less about the initial celebration.and yes I voted for Obama.&lt;br /&gt;We as americans need to realize however, that change will not just happen with one man, and that WE as american are partially to blame for the issues at hand.We were the ones who re-elected Bush, for the simple fact that he knew how to coddle us during 9/11, and he gave us someone to point the finger at.&lt;br /&gt;Keep in mind, in times of tragedy, people are always looking to blame someone, remember Germany and the Jews in WWII? Hitler gave a struggling country in the midst of a huge depression an enemy, a scapegoat, and looked what happened.Bush gave us Iraq, and we fell for it. WE supported the war, otherwise it would've never happened.&lt;br /&gt;So now that we've all forgotten we were partially to blame for the past 4 years, I hope we are not so blind and ignorant to think that one man will save us all from this clusterfuck we are in now. Remember, it's WE the people. Don't talk the talk, just walk the walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps. I think McCain might have won if he hadn't picked that psychopath Palin to run with him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-1476998681984026279?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/1476998681984026279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=1476998681984026279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/1476998681984026279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/1476998681984026279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2008/11/woop-de-damn-doo.html' title='Woop De Damn Doo!'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-6401636331747477990</id><published>2008-10-31T05:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T05:59:50.175-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Clearing the cobwebs.</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;HAPPY HALLOWEEN MOTHERFUCKERS!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff9966;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;Anyways, I'll make this quick (that's what she said lol)....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;The new Unearth album "The March" is nothing short of amazing!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;If you like metal, buy this album. I give it a A++&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v633/redevilrps13/?action=view&amp;amp;current=unearth.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/redevilrps13/unearth.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-6401636331747477990?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/6401636331747477990/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=6401636331747477990' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/6401636331747477990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/6401636331747477990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2008/10/clearing-cobwebs.html' title='Clearing the cobwebs.'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-3535403748682871185</id><published>2008-10-30T10:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-30T11:47:57.899-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored at work...AGAIN.</title><content type='html'>Alright kids time to ramble again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHO THE FUCK TOLD SARAH JESSICA PARKER SHE WAS PRETTY!?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cause they lied. Oh boy did they lie. I mean seriously, if her face got any longer I'd swear she was a horse, except I'd rather get dome from a horse than her!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the fucking hair too! I mean jesus fuck why hasn't someone stepped up and said "hey douchebag! YOU ARE NOT A LION!" ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think she just uses that awful mane of hers to distract us from her face. And yes, that's coming from a kid who shaves his head (the one with the skull you perves) every two weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also. DREW BARRYMORE IS UGLY. I swear I cannot seem to wrap my brain around why she's in makeup commercials. I thought makeup ads were for pretty people to look prettier, not the plump chick from high school who everyone dated out of pity to try and convince us that with make up she's half decent. SHE ISN'T. Hell somedays I swear she looks like she has down syndrome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Am I perfect? FUCK NO. But at least I don't try so hard. Sheesh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, enough ranting. Last night I said I would have a review of the new Streets album, as well as the new Unearth album. Well I've only listened to the new Streets album today, but I'll listen to the Unearth one on the way to band practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://smg.photobucket.com/albums/v633/redevilrps13/?action=view&amp;amp;current=streets-everythingisborrowed.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v633/redevilrps13/streets-everythingisborrowed.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What a deep, creative, and well thought out CD.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every track, while not your typical hip hop, is introspective, and makes you kinda think about life. Alot of cds in general don't even do this, regardless of genre.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It isn't perfect though, and while I miss Mike Skinner's old ways and stories, I still give this CD a STRONG A-&lt;br /&gt;...................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so in the above stated, I said I was gonna listen to the Unearth cd on the way to band practice.....BUT...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....the drummer of said band, who will remain nameless, just called to inform me that the other members didn't like what I was bringing to the group.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. I'm sorry for trying to make your cliche, boring ass, stereotypical hardcore songs actually interesting and listenable. What the fuck was I thinking? Hey thanks for calling me today when I had already packed all my equipment in my car, cause it's not like YOU fuckers have to walk from the second floor with an amp and guitars. Also it isn't you fuckers who drove and wasted gas from manchester and plaistow to haverhill. But hey, wtf do I know right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to comment, it makes me tingle.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-3535403748682871185?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/3535403748682871185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=3535403748682871185' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/3535403748682871185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/3535403748682871185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2008/10/bored-at-workagain.html' title='Bored at work...AGAIN.'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-1681547200379784416</id><published>2008-10-29T19:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-29T19:44:07.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day off!</title><content type='html'>Took the day off today. Why?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mostly because of the sheer amount of pain I was in this morning. I swear I never learn. I hurt myself at the gym pushing myself too hard, and and still went and worked out the day after.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever. I spent the day relaxing and ranking up on RSV2, and I'm finally an elite! w00t!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I picked up the new Streets, and new Unearth albums today. Look for my reviews on both tomorrow at some point, probably after band practice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someday I swear I'll put something interesting to read in my piece of the internet. Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Pretty cars with no balls are a waste of time and metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PPS. The naylin palin porn was a huge letdown lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-1681547200379784416?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/1681547200379784416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=1681547200379784416' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/1681547200379784416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/1681547200379784416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2008/10/day-off.html' title='Day off!'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1328459916308784065.post-7170620949428463465</id><published>2008-10-28T13:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-28T14:02:11.421-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='FAIL.'/><title type='text'>And so it begins.</title><content type='html'>*yawn*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's 4:59pm EST. 1 minute till i leave and go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck I'm bored, and to be honest probably have NOTHING interesting to put here, but for the sake of kicking shit off, I'm still typing, as if my fingers are on auto-dumbass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it stopped fucking raining, although now it's windy as all hell, and might snow tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love New England weather right? I mean jesus fuck I can understand if we were on the side of a mountain....BUT WE AREN'T. Seriously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whatever. Time to leave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on my exciting existence...or lack thereof later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1328459916308784065-7170620949428463465?l=redevilrps13.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/feeds/7170620949428463465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1328459916308784065&amp;postID=7170620949428463465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/7170620949428463465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1328459916308784065/posts/default/7170620949428463465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://redevilrps13.blogspot.com/2008/10/and-so-it-begins.html' title='And so it begins.'/><author><name>RedEvil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10073681530272279660</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Oiq0OhC2-YA/TTuJIWDsG5I/AAAAAAAAABg/VEzudfKj7zA/s220/human_transformers_seo_dota_00.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
