<?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-3352526</id><updated>2011-07-14T14:26:16.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Practiced Dissonance</title><subtitle type='html'>A excursion into an idiots empty little skull.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>143</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-80996434</id><published>2002-09-01T10:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-01T10:03:53.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>oh yeah heres a funny picture &lt;br /&gt;http://graphics.theonion.com/pics_3831/penis-shaped_pool_pool_t.gif &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and heres the story http://www.theonion.com/onion3831/penis-shaped_pool.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there you go mutha fuckas&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-80996434?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/80996434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/80996434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#80996434' title=''/><author><name>isak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487919892577593117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-80996293</id><published>2002-09-01T09:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-09-01T09:56:23.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no, you are not.  man im up here at college and im fucking those college girls all night.  they are all like, "isak, we love you.  will you teach us how to love again?"  and im like "sure baby"  then they start to stradle my humoungous fat oily cock.  [Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored]&lt;br /&gt;and then im like [Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored  Censored]  and thats what college is like for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im passing all my classes biznitches so in your mouthes jizz whores!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so thats about it.  if you want to see my new buisness card all you have to do is ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------Isak: Lord of the Muslims&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-80996293?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/80996293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/80996293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#80996293' title=''/><author><name>isak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487919892577593117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-80704782</id><published>2002-08-25T16:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-25T16:47:28.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Am i the only one left??&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-80704782?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/80704782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/80704782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80704782' title=''/><author><name>The polock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652507223479148976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-80579488</id><published>2002-08-22T12:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-22T12:02:33.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.fuckmicrosoft.com"&gt;&lt;img width="420" height="58" src="http://www.fuckmicrosoft.com/images/mirrorimage/mirror_logo.gif" border="0" vspace="10" alt="We all hate microsoft" title="We all hate microsoft"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-80579488?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/80579488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/80579488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_08_18_archive.html#80579488' title=''/><author><name>The polock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652507223479148976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-79822384</id><published>2002-08-04T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-04T17:19:51.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I would have have to agree with the lord of the muslims on that one &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah please stop for the love of Texas!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait a second Go ahead we will signal the terrorists to hit texas and 2 problems would be solved.&lt;br /&gt;1. Dubya would be dead &lt;br /&gt;2. Texas would not exist and would end up being taken over by the onslought mexican immigrants and we would end up putting up a big giant wall between Us and Mexico and no more illegal aliens would enter the us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;COMING SOON&lt;br /&gt;101 or more Goals to acheive in life.&lt;br /&gt;By:Pooooolock and Mulattoe Dan&lt;br /&gt;And &lt;br /&gt;The movie to end all movies &lt;br /&gt;Dumber and shittier than the blair witch project&lt;br /&gt;A Trifecta Production &lt;br /&gt;Trifecta the movie!!!!!!! coming soon&lt;br /&gt;Bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pooooooooooooooooooooooooooooolock dan--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-79822384?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/79822384'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/79822384'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_08_04_archive.html#79822384' title=''/><author><name>The polock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652507223479148976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-79713224</id><published>2002-08-01T18:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-01T18:35:54.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ohmygod!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just found out that noah is a cam whore!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has a link to his wish list&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read about cam whores in yahoo internet life.  you send them  stuff and they send you explicit photographs of themselves!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that means that theres naked pictures of noah out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it IS after themillenium.  the apocalypse?  i think so&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;example.  pictures of noah naked get online.  osama bin laden or other terrorists see them and realize all americans are wussys (except Isak: Lord of the Muslims and Pooolock Dan)  they then drop bomb after bomb on us and bush is to stupid to know to retaliate.  thus america is deystroyed and all humanity dies out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the end&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so please stop noahs cam whoring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the love of america.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the love of me,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Isak: Lord of the Muslims&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-79713224?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/79713224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/79713224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79713224' title=''/><author><name>isak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487919892577593117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-79712913</id><published>2002-08-01T18:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-01T18:27:28.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>where the hell is noah?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i havent heard from him in a while and i think hes dead.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his "girlfriend" dumped him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know if shes real or even a woman but you gotta wonder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-79712913?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/79712913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/79712913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79712913' title=''/><author><name>isak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487919892577593117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-79712822</id><published>2002-08-01T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-08-01T18:25:07.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>ok here you go poooooolock dan &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8=============D)noahs ear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey, its me Isak: Lord of the Muslims&lt;br /&gt;well im back just like i said id be back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im 18 now and im still way better than all you mo-fos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my birthday was on tuesday and it sucked a lot.&lt;br /&gt;i got 20 bucks and a rain coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WoW :0&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;im going to college next year.  unlike all you idiots who are still at OHHS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hah hah hah hahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well thats about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;id like to end with the modified phrase that supposedly ended the nimrod&lt;br /&gt;"Noah, you are one dumb uncle fucker."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------Isak: Lord of the Muslims&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-79712822?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/79712822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/79712822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_07_28_archive.html#79712822' title=''/><author><name>isak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487919892577593117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-79409460</id><published>2002-07-25T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-25T14:36:01.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Doodle A Cock And Balls Day!&lt;br /&gt;You haven't doodled a cock and balls in ages! Remember how much fun it used to be? How many public school desktops must've shown your work over the years? Go on. Doodle a cock and balls. You can even put it on a post-it and stick it to noah's forehead while he is napping. That'd be funny.&lt;br /&gt;:):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):):)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-79409460?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/79409460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/79409460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79409460' title=''/><author><name>The polock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652507223479148976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-79273493</id><published>2002-07-22T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-22T14:53:53.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i am starting  to write my script for my movie email me at bignova629@aol.com &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all ideas will be considered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-79273493?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/79273493'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/79273493'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_07_21_archive.html#79273493' title=''/><author><name>The polock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652507223479148976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-78671952</id><published>2002-07-07T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-07T21:04:00.456-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Welp my birthday was pretty lame.  Parents couldnt get along enough to wish me a happy birthday.  My mom demands that she gets the congradulatory thanks for birthing me, my father takes me out to get cake and icecream.  We return home mom bitches about bills (she hasnt said happy birthday once) then she cuts the power to the house just to spite my father.  So they end up argueing on the steps.  Meanwhile I sit alone in my room quietly wishing myself a happy birthday with no candles to blow out.  And of course no presents because my mother is too cheap to do anything for me, instead she whines about everything even though she lives off child support ment for me.  My father's present hasnt shown up because the seller is being a dumbass so I might not see my present until another week or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And you wonder why I act grim, cynical, and morbid.  Makes you feel a helluva lot better about your family and life huh?  Sorry for rambling on, Ill just keep bottling up my unresolved anger until I snap.  :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I basically copy and pasted this from a series of messages that I sent to a buddy on ICQ.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think Im gonna play with something extremely dangerous now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-78671952?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/78671952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/78671952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78671952' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-78482053</id><published>2002-07-02T15:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-07-02T15:45:24.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ive been doing alot of thinking and ive come up with a theory. The suck factor. The more a band sucks the more money that they make. Just thiink the biggest bands that make the most money suck. Emimem or somthing he really sucks he sells alot of records.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Goal is to find the suck factor so then i will make millions of dollars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its all about PO-LOGIC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-78482053?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/78482053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/78482053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_06_30_archive.html#78482053' title=''/><author><name>The polock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652507223479148976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-78055216</id><published>2002-06-21T22:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-21T22:25:03.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Um, just found out Noah's GF was cheating on him, and dumped him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not to wait for his mug to show up on America's Most Wanted.  Not long now...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-78055216?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/78055216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/78055216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#78055216' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-77996513</id><published>2002-06-20T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-20T14:29:13.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i was watchin a cheech and chong movie yesterday. There was a lizard smoking pot i wonder if marc whoreTon teaches his lizards to do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-77996513?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/77996513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/77996513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_06_16_archive.html#77996513' title=''/><author><name>The polock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652507223479148976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-77755189</id><published>2002-06-14T14:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-14T14:36:07.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>RED WINGS STANLEY CUP CHAMPS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YEAH!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-77755189?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/77755189'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/77755189'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_06_09_archive.html#77755189' title=''/><author><name>The polock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652507223479148976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-77487796</id><published>2002-06-07T20:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-07T20:51:42.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just waiting for the call from the coroner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-77487796?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/77487796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/77487796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77487796' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-77469767</id><published>2002-06-07T10:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-07T10:59:55.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Can't see Cristal for another week.  I went to visit one day early.  I fucked it up when there was only one day left!  I'm going to kill myself!  Really!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-77469767?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/77469767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/77469767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77469767' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-77253483</id><published>2002-06-02T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-02T09:50:30.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Man... Ive been partying since Prom (May 31st).  Date was in a great dress you could see her great figure, and man the purple hair was a trip.  I liked it tho.  Was picked up by a completely decked out limo.  This thing had a large TV, a bar, lighting setup (multifades), and almost anything you can think of except a tiolet.  We took a nice luxious ride to the prom.  It was pretty classy at first since it was above a famous resturant Fishbones.  The place was high class, we had a clear view of the water, we had great entertainment, drinks, food, tight girls with even tighter dresses.  After talking to about a billion buddies and friends we set off to go to a topnotch expensive resturant called Sinbad.  After we chowed we headed off in the limo and drove around to parties, hotel rooms, and even belle isle for a bit.  We were so loaded it was fucking hilarious.  When I got home it was 6:45AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then around 9AM my buddies show up again, pick me off my front lawn (it was suprising comfortable), shook off the hangover and headed back out to parties.  During that time we were extremely drunk, and did a lot of things Id rather not talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally I have a chance to post now, its almost 1PM.  I came home again about 5AM.  Found a lot of results of what we did this morning.  Well Im gonna go back to sleeping off this hangover.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-77253483?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/77253483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/77253483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_06_02_archive.html#77253483' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-77243687</id><published>2002-06-01T23:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-06-01T23:29:09.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry I haven't been posting.  I've been on a lot of drugs lately.  I'm clean now.  Giving up drugs and alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm kinda depressed because I can't see my girlfriend for a week.  She's on punishment.  Very depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a job.  I am now a busboy at Pietro's.  I really hate it.  I can't wear my earrings there.  It's oppressive.  Highly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thinking about Cristal (my girlfriend).  Can't stop...  I MISS HER!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-77243687?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/77243687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/77243687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77243687' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-77157369</id><published>2002-05-30T15:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-30T15:06:23.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did some revamping on the prototype site.  Ive decided to drop some of the crude HTML tags for fresh CSS tagging.  If you check the site it looks a lot better than before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/jwilliams2/pd_proto/testing.html"&gt;Check it out here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-77157369?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/77157369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/77157369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77157369' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-77121223</id><published>2002-05-29T17:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-29T17:04:37.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My family is not normal.  Its dysfunctional as any other family in america.  My parents cannot even get along for a minute without arguements breaking out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for a little pondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;According to the National Consensus, 67% of American families are dysfunctional.  That means atleast one person out every family has a problem that could be considered dysfunctional.  Now normal is defined as being the favor of the majority.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now what does this mean?  Well the normal family is infact dysfunctional.  That means the functional family is infact dysfunctional.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My family is normal.  Very fucking normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from this, I picked up my tux for Prom this Friday.  Can't wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-77121223?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/77121223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/77121223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77121223' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-77036730</id><published>2002-05-27T14:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-27T14:23:40.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Did a little work on the new PD prototype site. Check out a non-functional demo &lt;a href="http://homepage.mac.com/jwilliams2/pd_proto/testing.html"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, I wonder if this place ever gets any viewers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-77036730?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/77036730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/77036730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77036730' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-76814899</id><published>2002-05-21T15:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-21T19:55:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ugh.... I think PD has fallen into oblivion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, other blogger powered sites will be down until they post something new.  I guess they (the Blogger peeps) performed some maintenance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;Ive been wasting my time with a few cool new apps one of which is &lt;a href="http://www.haxial.com"&gt;KDX&lt;/a&gt;.  It could be the HL killer.  The other is a game called &lt;a href="http://www.team17.com"&gt;Worms&lt;/a&gt;.  Give worms with attitude massive weapons of destruction and a thirst for blood and there's a game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spent some time thinking about Cam portals, Rating Pages (like Rate my Picture and other certain inappropiate things), built-in forums, live chat, and stuff like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its completely doable after we get a real host.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-76814899?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/76814899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/76814899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76814899' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-76709634</id><published>2002-05-18T19:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-18T19:28:44.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to see Episode 2.  All I have to say is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yoda is the the sweetest, awesomest, slickest badass motherfucker around.  Hes got m4d light saber skillz.  I think his official quote should be "With great power comes great 0wn4g3!  Own J00, I do.".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first when Yoda showed up to save the day from Darth T.  Everyone started giggling and laughing.  And, when he reached for his saber everyone was in awe.  But when the fighting started... it all went silent.  Then the chanting began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty the movie was far better than Episode 1.  It was darker, more complex, and it felt more like Star Warz.  My ownly complaint is Joda Fett (who was fucking awesome in his 15 minutes of fame) gets fucked over bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from this I have been reading a lot of Mangas.  I love the Sl*tgirl Mangas they are fucking hilarious.  They kinda remind me of Tenchi, but far more violent and excessive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I gotz nothing after dat.  Guess I will go back to enslaving the souls of my enemies and universal domination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS.  Is it just me, or when you take a leak that it sounds like "...kill... kenny... G".  Im totally serious, the next time you guys take a leak into a real tiolet listen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-76709634?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/76709634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/76709634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76709634' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-76616643</id><published>2002-05-16T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-16T05:43:58.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Toad's Story&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Frog and Toad are friends.  One day, Frog was sick.  "Tell me a story, Toad," said Frog.&lt;br /&gt;Toad could not think of a story, so he stood on his head.&lt;br /&gt;	"What are you doing, Toad?" asked Frog.&lt;br /&gt;	"I am trying to think of a story," replied Toad.&lt;br /&gt;	He still could not think of a story, so he poured a glass of water over his head.&lt;br /&gt;	"What are you doing, Toad?" asked Frog.&lt;br /&gt;	"I am trying to think of a story," replied Toad.&lt;br /&gt;	He still could not think of a story, so he began beating his head against the wall.  Suddenly, he stopped.&lt;br /&gt;	"I've got it!" he cried, and rushed off to the woodshed.&lt;br /&gt;	When he returned carrying an axe, Frog asked what he was doing.&lt;br /&gt;	"I am preparing to tell you a story," said Toad.&lt;br /&gt;	He swung the axe, burying it deep in Frog's shoulder.  Frog began to scream.  Blood spurted as Toad pulled the axe free and prepared to strike again.&lt;br /&gt;	"Oh God, what are you doing?" screamed Frog.&lt;br /&gt;	"I think it's pretty obvious," replied Toad.  "Someone, I think it was you, once told me not to grow a wishbone where your backbone ought to be.  Well, I've been wanting to do this for a long time.  You see, Frog, I've always hated you.  I wanted you dead.  I finally realized that I couldn't just sit around and wait for it, I had to go out and make it happen."&lt;br /&gt;	So, Toad murdered Frog.  He told the insurance company across the street that Frog had been very sick.  They didn't really believe him, in fact, he didn't even have a policy with them, but they decided that he looked too crazy to mess with, so they gave him the money.&lt;br /&gt;	Anyway, the moral of the story is this:  brutally murder your best friend (or life partner, if you swing that way) with an axe, and you can have anything you want.  The same holds true for parents and siblings, by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Normally, I would've posted this into articles or whatever, but I forgot my geocities password, so, here it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I haven't posted for a while.  I don't apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We will probably have band practice on Saturday morning.  I'll take pics and post a few, okay?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to see Static-X on the 29th.  It's gonna be cool.  Yay.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-76616643?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/76616643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/76616643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76616643' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-76561346</id><published>2002-05-14T19:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-14T19:48:36.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Life has been boring around this site.  But not for the posters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gave a preview of one of &lt;a href="http://mwlife.8m.com"&gt;my sites&lt;/a&gt;.  With two hours the counter picked up to 480+ views.  We had all the major vendors of computers and software down here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple ownz'd them all.  Second Apple set out those G4s, G4 iMacs, iBooks, and iPods, Microsoft and the PC dorks ran out of the fair with the tail between their legs.  Everyone flocked around to see the cool stuff from Apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I chatted with the Tech guy for a while about specifications and things alike.  Made a damn good impression and said I have a great chance in making it to Apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to steal the souls of mortals and to sell them for cold hard cash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mmmm... iPod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-76561346?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/76561346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/76561346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76561346' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-76240839</id><published>2002-05-06T17:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-06T17:25:31.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>New site, cam portal, t-shirts, other apperal, and new staff?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summer 2002.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-76240839?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/76240839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/76240839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76240839' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-76234065</id><published>2002-05-06T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-06T14:21:02.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Noah is a poser, an hateah.  He has to insult everything that he is jealous of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People do care if movies are historically accurate.  Would you want a movie to be based on you an protray you as the exact opposite?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I doubt if anyone would watch the movie anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:¬P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-76234065?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/76234065'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/76234065'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76234065' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-76231996</id><published>2002-05-06T13:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-06T13:23:26.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img border="1" src="http://e-phaze.net/resha/nas.jpg"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;a href="http://kthxbi.com/quizzes/rapquiz.html"&gt;What kind of rapper are you?&lt;/a&gt; Take the damn quiz @ &lt;a href="http://kthxbi.com"&gt;KTHXBI!!!11&lt;/a&gt; W0rd up s0n!!1&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You might think you're sleek, but the fact of the matter is... you're fucking ugly.  Just thought you should know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do you care if the Scorpion King wasn't historically accurate?  Dude, it's a fucking movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today sucked.  I can't go anywhere because of the weekend.  Oh well.  At least we've got band practice on Wednesday.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-76231996?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/76231996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/76231996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76231996' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-76223605</id><published>2002-05-06T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-06T09:50:39.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Two parties, two movies, six phone numbers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is pretty much my entire weekend.  Went out to see Spider-man and the Scorpian King.  Spider-man is great.  I recommend it to anyone heading to the movies.  Scorpian King was kinda iffy.  It wasnt the least bit historical.  The characters were completely screw'd up from their historical roots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The parties were fun.  Went to the mall got some numbers, shopped for anime, oggled the new Resident Evil game.  Stopped at the Kyoto-Kyoto and had some of the best food Ive ever tasted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also picked out a Tuxedo for the prom on the 31st.  Im gonna be sleek!  Wooo!  Look out ladies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thespark.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://test3.thespark.com/ba/bitch89.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-76223605?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/76223605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/76223605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76223605' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-76203274</id><published>2002-05-05T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-05T19:06:23.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cupid.thespark.com/track.mpl?id=441"&gt;&lt;img &lt;br /&gt;src="http://test3.thespark.com/childtest/award/cpid.gif" &lt;br /&gt;border=1&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your little inner child is l'Enfant Terrible (PIDC) --egotistical, malaligned, dark and pithy. Nothing in you makes any sense. It's like living inside an Emcee Escher drawing with DJ Salvador Dali on your inner wheels of steel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it's like that old fart Frued says, "where id was, there shall ego be," than your ego will soon be visiting Dysfunction Gulch by way of Isolation City, just past Pervert Palace. Strewn about the path along the way will be the carcasses of helpless relationships you've slaughtered. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are two ways for you to grow up and stop acting like an ass:&lt;br /&gt;     1. grow up&lt;br /&gt;     2. stop acting like an ass &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than all that stuff, he has fun at dance clubs, likes reading (yelling?) poetry and enjoys the taste of menthol cigarettes. Natch! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of the 303817 people who've taken the Inner Child Test...&lt;br /&gt;   38% are male, while 62% are female.&lt;br /&gt;    The most common type is Kid Ass Avenger.&lt;br /&gt;     The least common type, but not the last, is Rented Stepchild.&lt;br /&gt;    1.62% fall into that category.&lt;br /&gt;   27% of the population on earth are baby murderers.&lt;br /&gt;  73% of fat kids were bullied&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Very accurate, except for the part about menthols.  Can't fucking stand 'em.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-76203274?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/76203274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/76203274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76203274' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-76202749</id><published>2002-05-05T18:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-05T18:50:58.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I will never drink again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was out with some friends.  We were drinking.  By the end of the night, 2 out of 4 guys wanted to kill themselves.  Not a nice experience.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My parents are angry at me because I didn't come home on Friday night.  Oh well.  I'll make it up to them... maybe a nice fruit basket or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;I SAW SPIDERMAN ON OPENING DAY!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That movie was very cool.  Very good.  I'll write a review and post it in a few days.  Maybe.  Probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My computer stopped working, so I wiped everything.  Too bad, so sad.  But at least I've got a gamepad.  Hey, that rhymed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off to search for the meaning of life.  X out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-76202749?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/76202749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/76202749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76202749' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-76141505</id><published>2002-05-03T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-03T19:59:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got bored so I took a test at TheSpark.com.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://cupid.thespark.com/track.mpl?id=441"&gt;&lt;img src="http://test3.thespark.com/childtest/award/mpsd.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no clue to why this was my results.  But, hey, should I argue?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, Im going to see Spiderman on Sunday.  Hope its good.  If not I will hold the rest of the PD staff hostage and kill one every hour until my Paypal account gets atleast $150.  Yes that means the average writer/poster of this site is worth less than $25.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;form action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="cmd" value="_xclick"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="business" value="jeaw19@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="item_name" value="Murray-Wright Life Donations"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="image" src="http://images.paypal.com/images/x-click-butcc-donate.gif" border="0" name="submit" alt="Make payments with PayPal - it's fast, free and secure!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also took the slut test just for fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thespark.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://test3.thespark.com/sa/slut79.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Text from page:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based on the 5,882,180 test takers so far:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're sluttier than 96% of the world.&lt;br /&gt;you're cleaner than 4% of the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;FACT&lt;br /&gt;1,779 women agreed with you, and chose "Jennifer Aniston" as the best sex option of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NX out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-76141505?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/76141505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/76141505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76141505' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-76103738</id><published>2002-05-02T19:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-05-02T19:27:22.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey, this week has been getting better and better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smoked with Keeve and Evan yesterday.  They were so fucked up.  Laughing like idiots and shit.  Stereotypical potheads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just spent 10 minutes talking with a porn bot.  Quite entertaining.  So that you can be entertained as well, here's a transcript.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;147175602: (10:18 PM) hi....  :)&lt;br /&gt;punkboy: (10:19 PM) hello...&lt;br /&gt;147175602: (10:19 PM) asl?&lt;br /&gt;punkboy: (10:19 PM) 18/m/mi&lt;br /&gt;147175602: (10:19 PM) 23/f/ny&lt;br /&gt;punkboy: (10:20 PM) nice&lt;br /&gt;147175602: (10:20 PM) so waht are you up to punkboy?&lt;br /&gt;147175602: (10:20 PM) you wana cyber me! im kinda in the mood if you know what i mean :)&lt;br /&gt;punkboy: (10:20 PM) i am reading about local bands, checking my mail, updating my website, and trying to write some lyrics&lt;br /&gt;147175602: (10:20 PM) great! can you jst get it started..&lt;br /&gt;punkboy: (10:21 PM) nope&lt;br /&gt;147175602: (10:21 PM) so tell me how you would do me! from behind?&lt;br /&gt;punkboy: (10:22 PM) no&lt;br /&gt;147175602: (10:22 PM) i like it doggy style&lt;br /&gt;punkboy: (10:22 PM) that's nice, i really don't care&lt;br /&gt;147175602: (10:22 PM) keep going.. im getting.. you know.. excited&lt;br /&gt;punkboy: (10:23 PM) i own a hat made of cheese&lt;br /&gt;147175602: (10:23 PM) :)&lt;br /&gt;punkboy: (10:23 PM) you are a vindictive spangle-blobber&lt;br /&gt;147175602: (10:23 PM) brb... getting my toy&lt;br /&gt;147175602: (10:24 PM) im back. still there?&lt;br /&gt;punkboy: (10:24 PM) the last time i met someone as dumb as you, i had to dig up their grave&lt;br /&gt;147175602: (10:24 PM) so do you have a big one...?&lt;br /&gt;punkboy: (10:24 PM) i don't think i like you&lt;br /&gt;147175602: (10:24 PM) good...why dont you drop your pants?&lt;br /&gt;punkboy: (10:25 PM) i wasn't wearing pants to begin with&lt;br /&gt;147175602: (10:25 PM) just lounging around in my undies.... u?&lt;br /&gt;punkboy: (10:25 PM) well... i've been lounging around in my skeleton&lt;br /&gt;147175602: (10:25 PM) ... are you stroking it?&lt;br /&gt;punkboy: (10:25 PM) nope&lt;br /&gt;147175602: (10:25 PM) :)&lt;br /&gt;147175602: (10:26 PM) ohh yeah!!! my panties are all wet. i think ill take them off...&lt;br /&gt;punkboy: (10:26 PM) you're surprisingly unarousing for a porno bot&lt;br /&gt;147175602: (10:26 PM) what?? what is a bot?&lt;br /&gt;punkboy: (10:28 PM) someone like you who doesn't exist&lt;br /&gt;punkboy: (10:29 PM) you see, if you were not a bot, you would realise that while you've been "cybering" i've been saying random things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truly, that was the high point of my day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just added a link to the &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/upperclasslosers"&gt;upperclass&lt;/a&gt; website.  They're this punk band I saw at the Liquid Room last night.  They're really fucking good.  And they're only, like, 15 or something.  Amazing.  I don't like their drummer, but he's really good.  I insist that you check them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My musical stuff has been finalized.  I'm officially in a band called Twenty-First Century Slavery.  Looks to be pretty cool.  We were going to have band practice today, but that fell through.  Hopefully we can have it next Wednesday.  At some point, I'll make a website explaining more about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going to a party tomorrow.  Bought 3 nickels of weed.  Yeah.  The best part is we've only got three guys that are gonna smoke.  Somebodys gonna be fucked up... namely, me.  We're also getting 3 fifths of vodka.  Vodka is good.  LET'S HEAR IT FOR SEDUCING DRUNK WOMEN!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-76103738?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/76103738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/76103738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76103738' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-76024302</id><published>2002-04-30T19:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-30T19:35:57.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Whatever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm having a good week.  Just got home an hour ago.  I haven't seen my brother in two days.  My parents aren't sure whether or not I go to school, and I may or may not have a girlfriend (and if I do, I may or may not hang out with her ex).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No drugs for me.  Maybe in a few days, we can always hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was fucking god-like today.  I went to one class.  And that class was creative writing.  I did no work at all.  Tomorrow I have to take the fucking MEAPS, but right now I'm tight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go shower now.  May or may not upload nude pics of myself in a day or two.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-76024302?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/76024302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/76024302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76024302' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-76020399</id><published>2002-04-30T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-30T17:42:47.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Anime overdose!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bored at school?  Need something to waste the time with?  Comp lab has always been boring.  Specially with all those boring people around you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well... lets waste that broadband with style!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a cool action packed violent music anime video.  It features clips from Ninja Scroll, Kenshin, and Beserk. &lt;a href="http://www.icefall.org/video/anprod_icefall_001.zip"&gt;Start the vids!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres another cool one thats all Jin-Roh.  Gawd I want one of those armor suits!  Those things are tight!  &lt;a href="http://www.icefall.org/video/anprod_icefall_002.zip"&gt;Lets see violence of massive guns!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big O!!!  Dont laugh its a damn good show even though the occasional distortion of character style is funky.  Gotta love the kick ass fighting tho! &lt;a href="http://www.toonamiarsenal.com/download/bigo/bigo-promo90.mov"&gt;Bring... It... ON!!!!  BEEOTCH!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Omg you have to turn up the speakers!!  Definitely if your in the middle of the group!  The soundtrack is definitely meant to be heard loud.  Too bad its so low in volume.  Make sure to turn those speakers all the way! &lt;a href="http://www.toonamiarsenal.com/download/almost/gxp-intro.mov"&gt;YO TURN IT UP!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually its a preview of a series that is making a return.  Tenchi Muyo is back... but can it live up to Tenchi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now to rip off Noah... since he rips me off so much...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-76020399?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/76020399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/76020399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76020399' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75972922</id><published>2002-04-29T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-29T12:32:30.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i hate evrybody. and school. i hate school a lot. but i like my job. i work at laser quest. yay for me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75972922?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75972922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75972922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#75972922' title=''/><author><name>Ian</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11249053298355068710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75972457</id><published>2002-04-29T12:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-29T12:19:17.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck you.  Fuck you.  Fuck you.  Fuck you.  Fuck you.  Fuck you all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75972457?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75972457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75972457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#75972457' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75936629</id><published>2002-04-28T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-28T14:46:30.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Stop whining about your lack of a job.  My joblessness is infinitely more important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Applied at Laser Quest.  Yeah, getting hired there would totally rock.  I like free Laser Tag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not that I don't care about my sites, it's just that I care more about my social life.  That's where you go out with friends and such.  I'm sure you can find someone out there to explain it to you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that I really enjoy cheese.  Is there anything more perfect?  Really, cheese is the Al Pacino of foods.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75936629?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75936629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75936629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#75936629' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75868552</id><published>2002-04-26T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-26T18:13:30.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Just finished watching Metropolis a few minutes ago.  Man it was something completely different.  The color and design of the mechanical structures is extremely impressive.  I have yet to see anything so grand.  My only gripe is that the actors are too childish looking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But dont be fooled it has violence, you get to see things like decapitations, and headshots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visually a feast to the eyes.  However it does make it difficult to spot the spot of attention.  It could easily be spotted as a major ACID trip.  The story is very circuitous to say the least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metropolis-movie.com/"&gt;Metropolis Official Site&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://theblackmoon.com/Deadmoon/metro.htm"&gt;Black Moon - Metropolis Review&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75868552?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75868552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75868552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75868552' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75832536</id><published>2002-04-25T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-25T20:02:58.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jeez you try setting up a decent community for this shitty lil site.  And, people that claim they want their sites to go well (Nimrod) but dont put any effort into improving them and themselves, make me sick.  I wish Noah would realize this and die. :¬P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont worry Noah, there are a lot of women out there (98% of the world to be a good estimate) that have more testosterone than you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes there have been a quite of few people to ICQ me at 156696900, asking about Noah's sex life or lack of.  So keep the weird questions coming!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no job.  I need one.  Wonder if anyone will pay me good money to rant.  I can do that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75832536?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75832536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75832536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75832536' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75828554</id><published>2002-04-25T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-25T17:59:11.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Is there anything greater than ill-gotten writing utensils?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Career fair today at school.  Sure, it's mostly a boring affair, but it gets me out of class and supplies me with free pens.  You can never have too many pens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Knightmare (you know him as Nathan X) has been waxing technological.  I get on ICQ and it's "Hotline" this and "server" that.  Jesus, he's boring.  I often wish he would just shut up and die.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever noticed how hairy some girls arms are?  I'm writing this in English (as opposed to, say, working) and the girl sitting in front of me has the hairiest fucking arms.  It's kinda creepy.  It bothers me that there's people of the female persuasion running around with more testosterone than me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of ICQ (I'm well aware that I mentioned it two paragraphs ago, but who's writing this, you or me?  damn right) there's this creepy girl trying to talk to me.  Well, I suppose I shouldn't say creepy, after all, she might read this.  Anyway, she's been bombarding Knightmare with questions about my prom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did Noah really go to prom?"&lt;br /&gt;"Did he get laid?"&lt;br /&gt;"Did he have sex with that German chick?"&lt;br /&gt;"Is he still a virgin?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To be honest, I find it rather disconcerting.  I have no problem with her askng questions, but the fact that she hasn't asked me is a bit iffy (I know I used iffy wrong, but I really wanted to use it).  And why is she so concerned as to whether or not I'm having sex?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, maybe I'll see her on later.  X out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  I quit my job today.  Totally impulsive.  Hopefully I'll be able to get a new, better one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75828554?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75828554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75828554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75828554' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75773420</id><published>2002-04-24T10:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-24T10:05:04.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well on Friday Ill have enough cash to purchase a webcam.  I can't wait!  I just got a new Firewire/USB 2.0 Card and a Epson Stylus C80.  2880 dpi @ 20 ppm!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the webcam stuff.  When we move to a new server (the one Im trying to harass Noah into) we can setup a cam portal (with ratings and commenting).  Built in forums so you dont have to run over to ezboard.  Plus a lot more cool stuff for people to interact with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Ill have to update a HTML Editor of mine and that will cost $100.  Then we can turn PD into the next IWANG!!!  Or even TSGML!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75773420?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75773420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75773420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75773420' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75748307</id><published>2002-04-23T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-23T17:57:16.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self... never get within 3 feet of Dave or Mike.  Atleast not without a stungun or a taser.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75748307?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75748307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75748307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75748307' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75743575</id><published>2002-04-23T15:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-23T15:48:28.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I DID NOT HAVE SEX!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, prom was pretty cool.  I may at some point put up some pics, but probably not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4/20 rocked.  I did not, I repeat, DID NOT, use illegal drugs at the park at approximately 1 am.  On the way home, the road WAS NOT wavering.  Neither was I distracted by assorted shiny objects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, prom was cool.  Wait, I already said that.  I'll sum it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stood around and felt uncomfortable&lt;br /&gt;I danced with Nina&lt;br /&gt;I danced with Dave&lt;br /&gt;I danced with Dave and Mike&lt;br /&gt;I danced with Nina and Meg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was pretty much the most important parts.  Except for the part where Mike was grinding Dan's crotch.  You don't want to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75743575?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75743575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75743575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75743575' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75710762</id><published>2002-04-22T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-22T18:57:02.910-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I host a live chat this coming friday at 8PM EST.  Will anyone attend?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Poll Code --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SCRIPT LANGUAGE="javaScript" SRC="http://sphtman.freepolls.com/cgi-bin/polls/006/poll_blank.js"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/SCRIPT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End Poll Code--&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there is a good response, I will host a Hotline Chat.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75710762?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75710762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75710762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75710762' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75658760</id><published>2002-04-21T13:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-21T13:24:48.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well it is finally Sunday.  Its not as beautiful as yesterday was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways to the semi-important stuff...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone wants to know (thats all 6 of us) if Noah got him some.  Then a poll will be established to see if anyone really believes his answer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75658760?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75658760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75658760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_21_archive.html#75658760' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75623569</id><published>2002-04-20T10:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-20T10:26:01.316-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Isak's just jealous because women don't like him.  In fact, men don't like him.  He has to stay home and sodomize himself with a broomstick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, Ollie was an asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my tux.  I look hot in it.  When I was at Afendoulis, the saleslady was totally checking me out.  I swear to god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, this is an issue I feel that I must address.  Isak has been really pissy lately.  I think it's because he fears that he might be losing me.  He'll get over it, I'm just worried that he might try to kill me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really want to go home, but I'm already home.  I haven't finished my taxes yet... and they were due 5 days ago.  I am royally fucked.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75623569?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75623569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75623569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_14_archive.html#75623569' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75581880</id><published>2002-04-19T05:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-19T05:02:49.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>noah, it doesnt matter if you daddy was out with his car.  you could have just asked mommy for a ride.  because you dont have a liscense!!!!!!!!!!!   man you suck hairy, hairy ballz all night long.  i am fairly certain that noahs relathionship with dan W. is sexual in nature.  how do i know this you ask?  well he told me yesterday in creative writing.  he also stated that he would make a pass,at the beforementioned dan W.,"right now"   we were writing storys in newspaper yesterday and i inserted a phrase you dont hear much anymore now that reagen is out of office.  it was "jimmie said' i like to massage my nipples' "  thats right jimmie in the story siad it.  not me  a character in a story said it not the person who wrte it i do NOT like to do that. i dont Ever do that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its first hour im in programing and im friggin boored out of my mind.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cat threw up this morning and it was everywhere.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah this is to that stupid foreign exchange student from last year, ollie, as he liked to be called.  Fuck you,you dumbass cocksmoking muthafucka.  i hate you and am gonna eat your babies like jollie ranchers.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just remebered what he said to me last year and nedded to get it off my chest.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in that story yesterday there was something that was just like reality.  i was in the corner pleasuring many beautiful women.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well let me end by saying im damn sexy and all women want me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75581880?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75581880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75581880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_14_archive.html#75581880' title=''/><author><name>isak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487919892577593117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75560978</id><published>2002-04-18T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-18T14:43:17.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I just signed my first petition.  It was to send first time drug offenders to rehab instead of prison.  I think it's a cool idea.  But, I think that my program works better:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOAH'S DRUG PROGRAM!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone arrested on drug charges is given a dime bag (of weed) and released.  That's it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, prom is on Saturday... I FIND THAT POLL OFFENSIVE!!1&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75560978?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75560978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75560978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_14_archive.html#75560978' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75534655</id><published>2002-04-17T21:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-17T21:37:15.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>With Noah's prom this Saturday... it begs the question... Will Noah get some?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;!-- Begin Poll Code --&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;SCRIPT LANGUAGE="javaScript" SRC="http://sphtman.freepolls.com/cgi-bin/polls/005/poll_blank.js"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/SCRIPT&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;!-- End Poll Code--&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75534655?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75534655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75534655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_14_archive.html#75534655' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75482131</id><published>2002-04-16T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-16T16:24:47.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Its 85ºF outside with 92% humidity outside.  As you can imagine it is awfully uncomfortable outside in the sunlight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was a half a day, which was good because then I could return to my beautiful Air Conditioning.  Ive decided as long as the temps stay around this, Ill continue to live secluded in my little room.  I can live with A/C, Cable, Internet, and Games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I need is a hot chick, and an unlimited supply of junk food.  Any volunteers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: hears the footsteps of all the women running away ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any fansigns out there?  Hello?  Anyone...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75482131?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75482131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75482131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_14_archive.html#75482131' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75446702</id><published>2002-04-15T19:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-15T19:09:15.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Speaking of Prom... I have over a month to plan and prepare.  May 31st, baby!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I got a new student ID.  Its pretty slick for a DPS product.  Its nice blue with a high tech look to it.  Aside from that it was unusually hot, and humid.  Of course with a school that has large glass windows everything warmed to around 85ºF.  It was a bitch to sit in one sauna and then walk into another.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, Im sitting here typing this, planning on some papers due in the near future.  Im also reviewing ideas for the sites major update.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see if we can get some fansigns.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75446702?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75446702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75446702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_14_archive.html#75446702' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75363206</id><published>2002-04-13T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-13T11:09:48.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Posting from work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to get a tux this morning.  Unfortuneately, my dad had the car, so I couldn't get out.  So, prom is a week away, and I have no suit or tux.  Bad, very bad.  So, I'm going to try to get one on Sunday or Monday.  Hopefully it'll all work out.  If I can't get a tux, I'll paint my body like one and go like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took off next Saturday (4/20).  My boss looked at me a little weird.  She probably thinks I'm going to go get high.  Which I'm not.  At least, I don't think I will be.  But you never know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually though, I can totally understand why she would think that.  I mean, I wear sunglasses constantly, I'm lazy, I dress shabbily (stoner shabby, not poor-person shabby), I call in sick a lot...  Damn, I hope to god they don't ask me to take a drug test.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played a lot of Arcanum this morning.  I've decided to start a tips &amp; tricks area.  You see, I found this great glitch that gives me infinite gold.  It's pretty fucking awesome.  Sure, you have to fuck a whore to get it, but it's worth it, trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X out (haven't said that in a while).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75363206?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75363206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75363206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75363206' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75346759</id><published>2002-04-12T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-12T19:06:35.323-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I like it when music is about WEED.  I also like WEED.  I'm going to smoke WEED on prom night (maybe).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dan, why did you turn my Dasani into a bong?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm asking a chick to join the site.  'Cause it's like a fucking sausage fest here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was... long and boring.  Really, it has been.  I have to go get a tux this weekend.  I don't like ties.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought sandals.  I like them.  They were cheap.  Very comfortable.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75346759?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75346759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75346759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75346759' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75338676</id><published>2002-04-12T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-12T14:10:54.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>[Interesting Tidbit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The milk in the fridge expires on April 20th... coincidence?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[/Interesting Tidbit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so it wasnt so interesting... anyways seems that we have picked up a new stalker for the site.  We recieved several threatening messages ranging from "Ill bite your penises off" to "Im going to blow up your high school with you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Woooo!  Finally some fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, since the new host isnt til Summer, Ive decided not to put the new site interface together until then.  Hopefully I will have a copy of GoLive 6, which will make a lot of things easier.  Possiblities for new features are: Messageboard, (Built-in) Forum, Galleries, a Toplist, and other cool stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the meantime Ill be compiling content for the site.  So people donate and help us out!  We want to be the next &lt;a href="http://www.iwantanewgirlfriend.com"&gt;IWANG&lt;/a&gt;!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone noticed how addictive that Coffee Creamer is?  I need to experiment and stick some into milk then have it blended.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mmmmmm creamer...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75338676?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75338676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75338676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75338676' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75327994</id><published>2002-04-12T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-12T08:42:59.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>8 days till 420!!!!!!!!!!!11&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75327994?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75327994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75327994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75327994' title=''/><author><name>The polock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652507223479148976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75321792</id><published>2002-04-12T04:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-12T04:58:55.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;random senyantce # 13b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my hair hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can finally use my computer.  i'm playing fallout 1 and 2 and sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;now the monkeys cant get there revenge on me OR alf.  &lt;br /&gt;huzfondle- gramfanglo- boobies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75321792?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75321792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75321792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75321792' title=''/><author><name>isak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487919892577593117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75305241</id><published>2002-04-11T17:30:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-11T17:35:16.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I recently bought a CD it was a incbus CD. Wait a second it was actually a good CD it was called S.C.I.E.N.C.E. its pretty fuckin hard man. Its up there with a RATM of slipknot and brandon boyd spits out lyrics as fast as slipknot. One of the the songs is trubuted to WEED. its called magic medicne. One of the other songs is about the time in which he gets so high that he forgets where he is and where to go. In the last song its about this day in which some crazy shit goes on and he gets anal probed. Then the cd drags on for another 10 minuets of pinball machine playing crazy songs wow this s a great cd go and buy it today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.enjoyincubus.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and go and get GTA3 the best game in the entire world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75305241?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75305241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75305241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75305241' title=''/><author><name>The polock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652507223479148976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75305262</id><published>2002-04-11T17:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-11T17:30:45.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>9 days to 420!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75305262?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75305262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75305262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75305262' title=''/><author><name>The polock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652507223479148976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75298940</id><published>2002-04-11T14:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-11T14:21:42.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Actually, she said yes.  And, I will spring for a pay server sometime this summer.  I swear.  Right now, I don't have the time to get involved, but this summer I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear god, I still can't believe that I'm going to prom.  It feels weird.  Plus, I'm getting my tux from Goodwill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will document the prom on this site.  I really will.  It's on 4/20.  Expect to see pics a week or two after that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75298940?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75298940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75298940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75298940' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75261956</id><published>2002-04-10T15:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-10T15:40:21.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So in otherwords, no new host.  Oh well...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guess we can start saving up for the host through donations...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75261956?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75261956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75261956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75261956' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75217177</id><published>2002-04-09T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-09T13:38:13.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hrmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems I am the only one that is really posting on this little site.  How sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75217177?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75217177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75217177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75217177' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75214011</id><published>2002-04-09T12:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-09T12:06:46.886-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, here's the deal.  I'm asking a girl to the prom.  I'll update later on her answer.  Right now, I'm at work trying to figure out how to ask in German (I have the words, I'm just not sure on how to pronounce them).  If she thinks it's cute, then I'll spring for a pay server.  If I screw up and accidently ask if her mother would give me a blow job, then the site will go down in flames.  If I change my mind, then nothing happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75214011?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75214011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75214011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75214011' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75199792</id><published>2002-04-09T03:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-09T03:31:13.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have ben up since 4:32AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a science project due at 8:00AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is now 6:28AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank god I started working on Saturday.  Now to completely falsify my entire project.  All I have to do is print up the pages, and glue them to the board.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ive had a few thoughts on improving this site so that it is up to the same standards as most popular bloggers are.  However, this would require support for dynamic pages.  That means we would need a new host to get it all going.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im broke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noah is too stingy to spend any cash until he recieves nude fansigns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click on that donate button below.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;form action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="cmd" value="_xclick"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="business" value="jeaw19@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="item_name" value="Murray-Wright Life Donations"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="image" src="http://images.paypal.com/images/x-click-butcc-donate.gif" border="0" name="submit" alt="Make payments with PayPal - it's fast, free and secure!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br&gt;Help us move up to a better site!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75199792?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75199792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75199792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75199792' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75182302</id><published>2002-04-08T16:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-08T16:44:41.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>FM Radio is hilarious people.  We got two shock jocks on and they start off the morning with:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Okay guys, now get all lubed up and ready... Im about to describe two women.  Two young twins, both blonde, and rather famous.  Now while your warming up to whack it off, we will let the commericals roll for a sec and we will pick it up later."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now as unappropiate as this is.  These two guys have been doing it for a long time.  But I wont finish it there.  Ill finish it at the end of this post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you the viewers want to have a little fun.  Follow the instructions yourself as you wonder who it will be.  Now please dont get the keyboard all sticky.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time is 7:22PM (1922h).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its pouring outside.  Its been pouring for the last nine hours.  Its not a small drizzle, its a thick, dense water blast from above.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now most people think this would mean it was a bad day, or a gloomy day.  Its not.  I love this kinda weather, its bright out it creates the sound of the ocean when it meets the freeway.  Its very calming.  Its almost soothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing can mess with me while its like this.  I can brush anything off.  Im so mellow that there is no way to disturb me man.  Its asif I was high.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok now back to the two twins you are fantasizing about.  Who are they you ask?  The Olsen Twins after their 18th birthday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope all you sickos that were actually fantasizing get a nice swife kick in the ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;form action="https://www.paypal.com/cgi-bin/webscr" method="post"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="cmd" value="_xclick"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="business" value="jeaw19@yahoo.com"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="hidden" name="item_name" value="Murray-Wright Life Donations"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;input type="image" src="http://images.paypal.com/images/x-click-butcc-donate.gif" border="0" name="submit" alt="Make payments with PayPal - it's fast, free and secure!"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/form&gt;&lt;br&gt;Save your soul from eternal damnation and gimme some cash!  Im flat broke.&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75182302?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75182302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75182302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75182302' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75149407</id><published>2002-04-07T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-07T20:03:53.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, there is a Wendy's commerical that says the average family has 1.9 kids.  How can you have a ninth of a child?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75149407?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75149407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75149407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75149407' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75135923</id><published>2002-04-07T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-07T12:11:57.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I was 2 hours late for my first set of appointments.  Stupid Daylight Savings Time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, today I got a new set of shoes and some camo-blue cargo pants.  Im so proud.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75135923?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75135923'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75135923'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75135923' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75134969</id><published>2002-04-07T11:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2002-04-07T11:18:44.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hey!  I didn't give out rights for that product!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, that was funny.  And I think it scared my dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not pissed off, not going to be pissed off.  I think it's cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spring break is over.  And I didn't smoke pot once.  I'm very depressed about that.  However, I did buy a new computer game, so I guess it wasn't a total loss (yeah right).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75134969?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75134969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75134969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_04_07_archive.html#75134969' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75121331</id><published>2002-04-06T19:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-04-06T19:34:25.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Buslime Writes:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Email withheld by request.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;While surfing another site, I spotted &lt;a href="http://www.x-entertainment.com/messages/327.html"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;.   It looked so familar I pieced it all together.  Can't wait to see Noah X get pissed off at this attachment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://mwlife.8m.com/_pd/isitnoah.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;Email Attachment&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im totally serious that this was emailed to me.  Its just so damn funny I had to put it on the site.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75121331?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75121331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75121331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#75121331' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75110994</id><published>2002-04-06T12:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-04-06T12:27:48.393-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh, anyone who's emailed me, send it to prakdis@hotmail.com.  Changed addresses.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75110994?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75110994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75110994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#75110994' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75110724</id><published>2002-04-06T12:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-04-06T12:14:53.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>We have readers?  No way!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like drugs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He's right, Holland sucks major wookie nads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75110724?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75110724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75110724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#75110724' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-75089556</id><published>2002-04-05T15:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-04-05T15:33:36.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have returned from Oblivion... well... actually Holland MI, its close enough.  The place is sooooo friggin dull that nothing ever happens.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The highlight of the trip was hangin with my cousins.  We got to watch massive amounts of anime, play roms on their comp, and played games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it was that sad.  BTW, I have realized why our generation is so messed up.  Read below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As we all know, we grew up with a famous italina plumber, Mario.  This man spends his time crawling through pipes and eating mushrooms that give him special powers.  Thats right, Mario is a druggie.  All of the games that he stars in are nothing more than bad acid trips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of this, we now have a rising use of drugs, and suicidal tendencies.  We have been setup.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-75089556?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75089556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/75089556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#75089556' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-11362868</id><published>2002-04-01T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-04-01T18:52:49.790-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;&lt;H1&gt;JIN-ROH ROCKED!!!!&lt;/H1&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got back from the DIA's presentation of Jin-Roh.  It was damn good.  Fluid animation, intelligent story, great character design along with weapon,  and it has a twist to it that you usually wouldnt get in a movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His so called uneasy love intrest happens to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...wait I wont spoil it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-11362868?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/11362868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/11362868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#11362868' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-11333971</id><published>2002-03-31T22:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-04-01T15:11:50.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow!  We got an entry already!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://mwlife.8m.com/_pd/weow_entry01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img src="http://mwlife.8m.com/_pd/weow_entry01a.gif"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This comes from a cool chic with a sense of humor.  How can I tell?  Well she busted a side laughing at Noah's sad ass attempt at a fansign!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-11333971?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/11333971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/11333971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#11333971' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-11325304</id><published>2002-03-31T17:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-31T17:46:35.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>HAPPY EASTER!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No wait, I take that back... it sounds dorky.  Anyways, on the news I spotted this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.chickenlegs.net/images/easter.jpg"&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead of enjoying massive wads of artificially created chocolate†, I was busy cleaning up my room.  The edible chocolate you sick lil bastards.  Back to my room, I finally found the floor... I never knew that I have hardwood floors!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, Im pretty bored.  Lets see what people can email me at "big_wunz@yahoo.com".  Send the weirdest things you can find.  And none of that transvestite, midget, or scat stuff either.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-11325304?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/11325304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/11325304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_03_31_archive.html#11325304' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-11270616</id><published>2002-03-29T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-29T21:09:34.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>No party for Noah.  Dan had to watch his siblings, so I had to be sober and stay home.  Hoping for it later in the week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan, speak for youself.  My life is pretty fucking interesting.  I've got all the stuff but sex (and I'm working on that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just picked up Civ 2.  I'm totally addicted.  Also, I'm like a superpower.  Too bored to be interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-11270616?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/11270616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/11270616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_03_24_archive.html#11270616' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-11228762</id><published>2002-03-28T15:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-28T15:59:06.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;SPRING BREAK IS HERE!!!!!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, thats right, the time for public obscenitity, druge abuse, and sex is here!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unfortunately, I will not be involved in any of this.  Ever notice how everyone else's life seems more interesting than your own?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im sooooo friggin bored.  Well... not really... Ive been busy playing Oni...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.bungie.com/products/oni/images/onititle.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... it features a babe that has more going for her than her "guns", instead the gameplay shares a large dealing with hand to hand combat.  Konoko, the babe, could break Lara over her knee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh... too lazy to keep typing...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-11228762?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/11228762'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/11228762'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_03_24_archive.html#11228762' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-11225854</id><published>2002-03-28T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-28T14:28:23.883-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Hmmm... I can go to a party at Dan's house (which is 4 or 5 miles away), or I can sit at home and do nothing.  I'll probably go to the party, assuming that Oded will give me a ride (I really don't feel like walking for 2 hours).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's me wishing for good luck.  Please God, let Oded be feeling benificent today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-11225854?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/11225854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/11225854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_03_24_archive.html#11225854' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-11178446</id><published>2002-03-27T09:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-27T09:31:10.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I take a 2 day break and you assume I'm dead?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-11178446?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/11178446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/11178446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_03_24_archive.html#11178446' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-11178432</id><published>2002-03-27T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-27T09:30:42.916-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm dead?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-11178432?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/11178432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/11178432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_03_24_archive.html#11178432' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-11116394</id><published>2002-03-25T15:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-25T15:58:48.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well as the handful of viewers know...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every poster with the exception of me is dead or assumed to be.  Noah has disappeared and his parents are reluctant to give out any information about his disappearance.  Isak died a horrible and ironic death, after three hours of jacking off he finally blew his load and his head clear off.  Nate and Dan were abducted by aliens and are possibly being probed while you read this, or already mutilated and dead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It turns out, paranoia isn't such a bad thing after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-11116394?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/11116394'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/11116394'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_03_24_archive.html#11116394' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-11058047</id><published>2002-03-23T21:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-23T21:33:10.070-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I made an apology?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just got back from Blade 2 (the second time).  Just as good.  Will do a review in a few days.  Maybe.  Also have to do a review of Trainspotting, which I watched today with Jenni and Ben.  Very awesome movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't think of anything else to say, so I'll just tell you that you all love the cock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-11058047?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/11058047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/11058047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#11058047' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-11042556</id><published>2002-03-23T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-23T10:32:34.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>So you want Nina (the german hottie you keep talking about) to join Dissonance. Yes, a female perspective would be nice.  And, it is a weak apology.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The archive links are missing, the site needs to be graphically rehauled, and how was the movie?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-11042556?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/11042556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/11042556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#11042556' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-11031233</id><published>2002-03-22T22:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-22T22:14:04.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Was that incomprehensible or what?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-11031233?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/11031233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/11031233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#11031233' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-11031214</id><published>2002-03-22T22:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-22T22:13:12.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ich denke, daß wir Nina bitten, geübten Dissonance zu verbinden. Eine weibliche Perspektive würde interessant sein. Ja ist dieses eine schwache Entschuldigung zum Bilden eines Pfostens auf Deutsch meistens gerade.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-11031214?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/11031214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/11031214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#11031214' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-11016474</id><published>2002-03-22T12:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-22T12:19:04.970-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Huh a "survivor", eh?  You do realise that my death isn't so much a "death" as it is a new beginning?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am going to be so fucked up this weekend.  Plus, I'm going to see Blade 2 (or RE).  That's tonight.  I have to pray that my dad will lend me $20, because I'm totally broke.  I blame drugs and alcohol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a ride to work, and would've gone to the bank, &lt;b&gt;BUT I FORGOT MY WALLET!!!11  WHICH HAS MY ID!!!11&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, we did a poetry reading in class.  Yeah, I got to read this rockin' poem in which I equate myself with god.  I could either put it into the poetry section, or I could just post it here (I have chosen the latter, the former will be done later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untitled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crack my skull against the rocks and bleed for a future that is dying&lt;br /&gt;feel my hatred grow as the fear falls away&lt;br /&gt;hate your maker as you suffer for the sins of past generations&lt;br /&gt;destroy the wall you have made to hold your fragile psyche together&lt;br /&gt;crack my skull against the rocks and bleed for a future that is dying&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watch my dust, daughter&lt;br /&gt;watch as the past rises up, swallowing the present&lt;br /&gt;all your works undone&lt;br /&gt;all your peace is dead&lt;br /&gt;fear nothing&lt;br /&gt;for our truth is bleeding&lt;br /&gt;it fades&lt;br /&gt;and my dust falls&lt;br /&gt;and my lips crack&lt;br /&gt;and my throat is parched&lt;br /&gt;and i am no longer here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crush my hand within the gears of reality&lt;br /&gt;watch as i suffer for the sins of the fathers&lt;br /&gt;watch as generations of dead rise from their graves&lt;br /&gt;deny past&lt;br /&gt;deny present&lt;br /&gt;deny future&lt;br /&gt;surrender all thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain of fists upon the innocent&lt;br /&gt;the weak succumbs to the strong&lt;br /&gt;i am not who i was&lt;br /&gt;i will not be who i am&lt;br /&gt;firmament becomes shadows on the walls&lt;br /&gt;the fire flickers&lt;br /&gt;smoke rises&lt;br /&gt;ghosts of past generations guide me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shaman&lt;br /&gt;teacher&lt;br /&gt;liar and deceiver&lt;br /&gt;all things and none&lt;br /&gt;the words flowing from my mouth speak volumes&lt;br /&gt;the fear you bleed fills me&lt;br /&gt;watch my desires fade&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trickster&lt;br /&gt;joker&lt;br /&gt;demon and destroyer&lt;br /&gt;as the dust falls&lt;br /&gt;and civilizations crumble&lt;br /&gt;i will be here&lt;br /&gt;watching you&lt;br /&gt;forgiving and condemning with a single motion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sister, i am not the future&lt;br /&gt;i am not this dying fire&lt;br /&gt;watch my eyes in the light of an exploding sun&lt;br /&gt;generations die&lt;br /&gt;and still i rise&lt;br /&gt;i deny your words&lt;br /&gt;and bleed for my own salvation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hate me&lt;br /&gt;fear the future&lt;br /&gt;forget the past&lt;br /&gt;the sun rises and falls&lt;br /&gt;no thought will stop it&lt;br /&gt;lack of belief does not stop the machine&lt;br /&gt;grinding along&lt;br /&gt;crushing my soul&lt;br /&gt;rendering a new future&lt;br /&gt;from the ashes of the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flames become me&lt;br /&gt;sear my flesh&lt;br /&gt;i burn&lt;br /&gt;swallow myself&lt;br /&gt;watch as i rise from my own ashes&lt;br /&gt;rebirth in the heart of a star&lt;br /&gt;the dying sun holds no secrets&lt;br /&gt;truth burns and is extinguished&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and i will hate my creator&lt;br /&gt;and i will destroy my maker&lt;br /&gt;and i will fear my lover&lt;br /&gt;and my father will leave me&lt;br /&gt;and my mother will bleed me&lt;br /&gt;and i will describe the architect of the past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a circle worn into this rock&lt;br /&gt;from generations running it&lt;br /&gt;running and going nowhere&lt;br /&gt;and my destiny will not be denied&lt;br /&gt;break this circle&lt;br /&gt;shatter these chains&lt;br /&gt;rise above the fire&lt;br /&gt;blood runs from my veins along these tracks&lt;br /&gt;arteries carry liquid fire&lt;br /&gt;scorching my soul with each heartbeat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fear the superman&lt;br /&gt;for he is this storm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...he is this madness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I love that poem.  I just think it sounds really cool.  A bit long, but still cool.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-11016474?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/11016474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/11016474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#11016474' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-10991973</id><published>2002-03-21T18:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-21T18:24:21.743-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, well, it appears we have some new posters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today is one of those days that takes forever to end.  My replacement Palm Pilot m130 finally arrived.  I had to reload everything that I had on the defective one.  Atleast now I have something I can play games on, during class.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took one of the quizes located below.  Here is my result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://students.mwc.edu/~celro3rk/survivor.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Special thanks to Terry Moore for drawing and creating the above image and related series.&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Find out &lt;a href="http://students.mwc.edu/~celro3rk/horror.html"&gt;How would you die in a horror movie?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from that, it is now public that Pamela Aderson (Lee) in fact has Hypotitis C.  Suck ass... (kinda ruins the fantasies huh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to the quiz stuff... I was pondering if I should spend the time and create a few quizes for this site.  But then again, we get like 3 hits a day...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and I think the use of "Lockers" for each poster would be cool.  If you dont know what Lockers are separate pages for each person that can contain anything they want.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, the new Andy Richter TV show on FOX is cool.  Its actually funny, no I mean it, its really rather humorous.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-10991973?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/10991973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/10991973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10991973' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-10977081</id><published>2002-03-21T10:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-21T10:44:56.526-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>God, does iSAC ever suck the cock.  He really loves it.  He lovingly caresses it and guides it into his waiting mouth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He truly cares for the feelings of men.  Specifically, their sexual feelings.  He loves, I mean, &lt;b&gt;LOVES&lt;/b&gt; the cock.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-10977081?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/10977081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/10977081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10977081' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-10953079</id><published>2002-03-20T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-20T18:13:37.740-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yeah i know, but what can u do? at 4:20 2morrow i will be having a man envade my mouth, it's gonna be delightful.. and yes, i am a pot head, but is that a bad thing? is it?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-10953079?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/10953079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/10953079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10953079' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434947085207581106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-10952999</id><published>2002-03-20T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-20T18:11:24.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>you know what? I second that dan, that whole republican beating? you know their just gonna come back with their rabid elephants though and stampede us down then urinate on our blood stained bodies and clothing, but I'm still behind you. You just...lead the way...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-10952999?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/10952999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/10952999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10952999' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434947085207581106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-10952511</id><published>2002-03-20T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-20T17:56:08.446-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Damn, am I everf posting a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just took a bunch of quizzes.  I think they would likely interest you peoples.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://randomwebpage.50megs.com" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://randomwebpage.50megs.com/rammstein/quiz/richardban.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;I'm Richard!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://randomwebpage.50megs.com/rammstein/quiz/rammquiz.html" target="new"&gt;Take the Which Rammstein Member are You? quiz here.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;created by &lt;a href="http://randomwebpage.50megs.com/ro.html"&gt;Ro&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://students.mwc.edu/~celro3rk/livingdead.jpg" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Trust no one, especially those who have been missing for more than 5 minutes in a horror movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;Find out &lt;a href="http://students.mwc.edu/~celro3rk/horror.html"&gt;How would you die in a horror movie?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.venesection.com/tquiz.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.venesection.com/phm.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;What era of Trent Reznor are &lt;b&gt;you&lt;/b&gt;?  Take the &lt;a href="http://www.venesection.com/tquiz.html"&gt;What Trent Are You?&lt;/a&gt; quiz to find out!&lt;br /&gt;Quiz by &lt;lj user="chameleon669"&gt;!&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, I take too many quizzes, but at least I became a vampire!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-10952511?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/10952511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/10952511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10952511' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-10952039</id><published>2002-03-20T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-20T17:41:05.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Arrrggghhhh!!!  Just got a new network card... which I have no fucking idea how to install.  Going searching for help online, but not expecting much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenni called.  And I missed the phone by about 5 seconds.  Considerably aggravated about that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::Nate's a big pothead::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of that, we're just a month away from... you guessed it, 4/20.  Not that I would ever smoke pot.  No, of course not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nate, your dreams are creepy.  &lt;a href="http://www.thegreenparty.blogspot.com"&gt;SOCIALISM!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going off to find the wizard now (and hoping I don't miss another call because of internet use).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X out (again).&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-10952039?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/10952039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/10952039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10952039' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-10949840</id><published>2002-03-20T16:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-20T16:20:07.200-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;3-20-02   7:13PM &gt; Nadder6specter66&lt;br /&gt; I was singing this interesting song today, i think it went something like "he's got the whole world in his hands..he's got the whole world in his hands.." and i begin to think..what if he began 2 clap along with this song?&lt;br /&gt;I had a strange dream the other night where i found myself awaken in a room with mud covered walls and as i gained consciencesness i heard yelling and screaming out side of the dwelling. I sprung to my feet and looked out the window be a trading post was in the way of my view so i went 2 find the door to the enterance of the place and went out it to notice MP and helicopters patrolling the streets and town. All the hoses were primative and government own and were cooker cutter houses. A man walked a weird pattern on the streets and was beten down brutally and i looked up to huge billboard sign and it marked "The new america, the proud red, white and blue, minus the blue and white." and with a picture of dubbya to the right of it all. It was at that time i felt the doom of our enavitable fall to communism.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-10949840?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/10949840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/10949840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10949840' title=''/><author><name>nate</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06434947085207581106</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-10947646</id><published>2002-03-20T15:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-20T15:15:24.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You could die from a shot to the collar bone if it was poisoned...&lt;br /&gt;::ponders::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, just got home from work.  Emailed Jenni to see if we can party at her house this weekend.  Probably can't though.  Soon, I'll be out trying to get a job somewhere (anywhere!) in Easttown.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rather bored.  And would you guys not discuss the Time Machine?  I haven't seen it yet, and you're ruining it for me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gave up meat.  Haven't eaten it in a week.  Oh, but iSAC's eaten it.  But not the meat that vegetarians avoid...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG!!!11  THAT WAS SOOOO FUCKING PATHETIC!!!!11&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-10947646?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/10947646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/10947646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10947646' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-10912815</id><published>2002-03-19T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-19T16:58:49.906-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>no im fairly certian that it was her heart.  for you see after i read your post i went and emailed the president of The Microsoft Corporation and asked him " Bill, now after those cops came around and asked those questions about that hooker i helped you out.  so now its time for payback, OLD SKOOL STYLE."  i then typed in " need no how grlfrnd died in Time Machine Pic.  please respond my balls sure do itch"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he then answered" email 'Comedian' chris tucker.  tell him that bill sent you"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i emailed Chris Tucker and siad" foo how the HHeeaalll  did the girl freind die in the Tim MAchine?!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he responded " dont know but my managers cousins sisters neigbors freind knows, he wrote it"  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i... realized that if you are still reading this you are a complete firiggin moron who probably beleives everything that they are told.  hahahahahaha  i am god&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was typed on crappy netscpape navigator after work on the date stated above&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seriouly it was her heart.  you cant die from a shot to your cxolor bone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-10912815?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/10912815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/10912815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10912815' title=''/><author><name>isak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487919892577593117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-10912474</id><published>2002-03-19T16:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-19T16:46:56.366-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Sorry Isak... but she got hit in the collar bone.  When he fires his gun is low, and aiming up.  When she got hit she turned to her right and her side lifted.  When she landed the initial point of splatter is right underneathe her collar bone.  Sure the exit wound would be something to consider... but even that would of been about 2 or 3 inches in diameter.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[He used a standard revolver 6 shot, which is a powerful weapon but still cant kill from an outerbody hit]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now a musket, which is a shotgun ancestor has an open end which they believed would do more damage but doesnt, is a weapon to be reconed with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A shot would of probably killed her if the shock was strong enough to pause the heart.  That and the big chuck of body missing would be a problem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now into response of Noah's commenting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You say Im pathetic!?  Your the one that has to intoxicate yourself so you can take a topless shot of yourself.  And, that wasnt a review.  It was a rant.  A review would of been more analytical and about twice as long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I will get around to writing a review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: sics Super Tyrant (RE2), Mr.X (RE2), and Nemesis (RE3) after Noah ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:: watches them pummel Noah into a gooey, bloody, pile ::&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-10912474?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/10912474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/10912474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10912474' title=''/><author><name>Nathan X</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16262351062361057460</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-10896154</id><published>2002-03-19T06:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-19T06:20:58.550-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>man i agree with nathan. in a really long boring rambling way he has a point.  the movie was crap( time Machine) the best part was with the moon falling apart.  but the first girlfreind didnt get shot in the collar bone she got shot in the HEART!!!1  when you get shot in the heart WITH A MUSKET you tend to die farily fast and you also tend to lose the back of your body by the resulting force OF THE BULLET.  I DID not play any games on saturday when i saw time machine but i went with this hot girl so of course i WIN.  bwahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahhahahahahahahahahahahha.  man i gotta shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;noah told me to not type 1600 words or something like that.  i would try to rebel but that is really to much work.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats it.  I AM A PROGRAMMING GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-10896154?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/10896154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/10896154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10896154' title=''/><author><name>isak</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05487919892577593117</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-10882199</id><published>2002-03-18T18:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-18T18:57:25.400-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I am royally fucked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Dad found out I was drinking.  If I ever do it again, he's going to kick me out of the house.  That really sucks.  Really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went out for coffee with Warlik and Oded.  Yeah, apparently I was kicking Warlik in the ribs.  I have no recollection of doing this.  And I really wish I did, because it sounds really fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May invite Warlik to write for PD.  He's a rather interesting person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still worrying about getting kicked out of my house, actually.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nathan, I'm ashamed of you, using a porn pic to make a fansign.  You are truly pathetic.  Also, didn't I tell you to make a review and &lt;b&gt;EMAIL IT TO ME!!!11&lt;/b&gt;  I don't want people to have to read a fucking review on the main page.  That's why we have a review section.  Dimwit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, nobody died.  Some people lost an hour or so of time, but no one died.  Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;X out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-10882199?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/10882199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/10882199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10882199' title=''/><author><name>Noah</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14925829144364301118</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3352526.post-10844530</id><published>2002-03-17T19:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2002-03-17T19:27:05.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is the polock i dont know what the hell im suppost to post but i do know alot about GTA3 and state of emergency. I can talk about that but i do know about that party that noah was talking about. I didnt go i was gladly getting payed for fuckin doing absolulty nothing. Julis the guy who passed out. He didnt die. Well im going to go and think of stuff to write.&lt;br /&gt;The polock is god of GTA3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3352526-10844530?l=pracdiss.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/10844530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3352526/posts/default/10844530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://pracdiss.blogspot.com/2002_03_17_archive.html#10844530' title=''/><author><name>The polock</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14652507223479148976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
