<?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-10856145</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:34:42.379-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Life and Times of themuz</title><subtitle type='html'>Being me is a good thing, you should try it sometime.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>44</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-111584005429005906</id><published>2005-05-11T15:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-11T15:34:14.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>o to the hio</title><content type='html'>I am in Ohio. Sandusky, as a matter of fact. Working at Cedar Point, believe it or not. I work on Top Thrill Dragster, which (up until recently) was the world's fastest, tallest coaster. Pimp.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The social scene is good and only gets better as cuter girls get out of college and join up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come take a road trip to see me and make sure you call so I know when you are coming. That's all I've got for now, I'm fucking BUSY and I have other shit to do. Adios.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-111584005429005906?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/111584005429005906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=111584005429005906&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111584005429005906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111584005429005906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/05/o-to-hio.html' title='o to the hio'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-111419618914586962</id><published>2005-04-22T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-22T14:56:29.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>the force is strong in this one</title><content type='html'>Yeah, I found him out. Beat that, bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="First mug shot" src="http://www.henrik-alexandersson.se/blogarkiv/mtrl0504a/lika1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Second mug shot" src="http://www.henrik-alexandersson.se/blogarkiv/mtrl0504a/lika2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-111419618914586962?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/111419618914586962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=111419618914586962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111419618914586962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111419618914586962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/04/force-is-strong-in-this-one.html' title='the force is strong in this one'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-111406060959191335</id><published>2005-04-21T01:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T01:18:53.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>do you recall that night?</title><content type='html'>Here is the closest I can come to recalling the other night. Was quite fun, but pretty fucking tiring.. Read on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I took in 10 shots and about 50 beers total (we tried keeping count, my one friend hit 70 beers on the dot.. Anyway..)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hit the party at 9pm with a friend. We show up, and there are three people I know talking to some old dude. 'Uh oh' I think. Landlord. As I walk up and smile and shake his hand, he sort of scoffs at me and my friend and says 'That makes 15 and 16.' One of the dudes I know goes 'Yeah, they just decided to show up apparently. They're underage so they're not drinking.' Apparently at the house we were partying at, no parties at all are allowed. We were the 15th and 16th people to get to the party and there were already noise complaints, so the landlord stopped by. One of the guys talking to him said 'No more people were showing up' - right as we showed up. Bad timing. So, we drink. And drink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I hit the bar with a few people. And drink. With my one friend's army recruiter, and a whole bunch of random people. And then my one friend and I decide to go wander around campus looking for some nice poon - which is barely a possibility, because in this town (California, PA) any women there are that are available are probably nasty. So, we crash some party of a dude we don't know. Room 416. Josh's house (or so I learned after going to the party). I walk in, scope out the scene, and three great looking girls are up on a bed dancing. As I walk up to grab one of em, dudes bust in and jump up on the bed with em - clearly my pimp looking self is perceived as a threat. No more poon to be had at the party and I don't like competing for drunken sluts' attention, so we headed out. To find cops outside in the parking lot. Apparently some more noise violations happened there, whatever. We wander around some apartment complexes and meet this one kid named Jim. Jim tags along for a while (hippy looking, wearing all black, has sandals on), applauds the techno playing in my car, says he wants cheeb but I can't smoke so that didn't happen. We eventually see some kids playing hacky sack(tm?). I know one of em - big coke fiend. I ask him where the parties are at, he says that they are dead but he'll call me if he finds one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wander around more, I hear some music coming from an apartment so I just walk in - to see two dudes on a table looking like they are taking a shit, or something (still clothed, luckily), and two dudes watching them. Doesn't look like a party to me, looks more like a fag fest, so I headed out. Went to a frat house and partied a bit. Didn't know anyone there. We were hungry, so we went to the Kwik Fill and got some drinks and food. Met a frat buddy of my one friend's and he said to stop down their frat house - little party happening. So we did. And we took their women (only 2, and 1 I didn't want coming along.. read on.) It was funny because my one friend, who is 5'4 or 5'3 perhaps, 140lbs, took down a kid a little below my height, and must have weighed 250. Beware choke holds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that, the ladies flocked to him. The two good looking ones - god the other one was a dog. Anyway, we drink there a bit and decide to leave, and some pretty cute girl comes up and says shes coming with (one of the girls that clung to my friend). She was flirting with me bad a good bit before then, and I told my buddy (the short one who kicked the dudes ass) that he got to have his chance at her first, and if he failed I would take her off of his hands. That's playing for the team right there, motherfuckers. So as we get into my car, THE UGLIEST, LOUDEST, AND MOST ANNOYING BITCH I HAVE EVER MET sits down in between me and my one friend (I am in the back, too drunk to drive, so my friend is driving my car). This was the cute girl in the front's friend. *shudder* I really can't express to you how ugly and drunk this bitch was, it can't be communicated with words alone. Her hand is on my leg. I want to cry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get back to a friend's house really close to the first party, and there is drama unfolding. Apparently some girl I wanted to bang was causing drama, talking shit about me, and everyone else, all behind our backs, so the main man of the household (as well as her fuckbuddy) tells her to get out and never come back, and to get into rehab. Drama ensues. We return to the first party with cute bitch, drunk bitch, and my two friends. Cute bitch is all up on me and my friend, and I'm trying to steer her to my friend, and not much steering needed to be done. Probably none. Anyway, it's working, she likes us both so it wasnt hard. She sat down right in between us, sort of on my lap and his, and I push her to him and he pulls her as well. They mess around a bit and go into my one friends bedroom, and that motherfucker didn't get any from her. *sigh* Ugly bitch was feeling left out. I have never met a more annoying girl. She eventually went to sleep by herself on a couch after she realized we all had taste in women. So, drama, I have to talk to one of my friends after this. LONG story, involving the girl before. Anyway, we stay up until 11am when the bars open on sundays in town, and we hit up a bar and get burgers and more beer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were waiting outside for it to open, and saw a cute (at the time, but I was drunk. She was mediocre at best late the next day when I saw her sober) girl standing there (clearly an employee).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend: (blah blah small talk, you work here? whens it open? youre cute..) 'So, my friends and I are having a party tomorrow night, you want to come?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: 'No.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend: 'So theres this party tomorrow night..'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: 'No.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: 'What are you doing tomorrow?'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her: 'No.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I busted out laughing, she was smiling and digging us. She offered up the fact that there was a keg at her place that needed finished. My friend said 'Come on, I have asked you out six times!' I pointed out that it was only four, so really quickly he asked her out twice in a row. He got denied both times, and then she went inside to go to work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went inside and got food, she served us and my friend got her number. As we left, we realized we didn't know her name so we walked into a back door and asked another person who was working there the new girls name. I predicted correctly that it would have three syllables and start with 'A' - Angela it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walk through town, meet another friend. Tell him our story - at this point we just want to hit the two case of beer mark (and I'm well on my way, my friend is even further along than I am since he started drinking at 3pm the previous day), so we hit another bar with the newcomer friend in tow. This was after we saw a really cute girl in a pink tanktop jogging. My friend said 'Hey sweety! Come talk to us!' She just waved and smiled. Which prompted me to say 'Oh you know I could beat you up!' That was pretty funny, come on now..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We got drunk at this bar, and the bartender would give us numbers of beers to get to and then he would buy the whole place a round. It was kickass. Many rounds were had. After he got off work he sat down and started drinking with my friend. I was gone by then - I needed some food again and to sober up. 50 beers and 10 shots is more than enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all, no sleep until 5pm for me, 10pm for my friend who hit 70 beers. I had 50 some. I lost count. And that was my saturday night/sunday morning/afternoon/evening.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-111406060959191335?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/111406060959191335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=111406060959191335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111406060959191335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111406060959191335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/04/do-you-recall-that-night.html' title='do you recall that night?'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-111385412770166581</id><published>2005-04-18T15:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T15:55:27.703-04:00</updated><title type='text'>warning! giant snow penis ahead!</title><content type='html'>There will be an update to my blog sometime soon describing my Saturday night (50 odd beers.. you be the judge of the fun factor there :D). Until then, enjoy this picture I found online:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img alt="Warning! Giant Snow Penis Ahead!" src="http://www.erosblog.com/snow-phallus-being-loved.jpg" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-111385412770166581?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/111385412770166581/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=111385412770166581&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111385412770166581'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111385412770166581'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/04/warning-giant-snow-penis-ahead.html' title='warning! giant snow penis ahead!'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-111350532949383071</id><published>2005-04-14T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-14T15:02:09.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>i wouldn't even think twice about it</title><content type='html'>"If Umbel was a beautiful woman and I wasn't a married man, I wouldn't even think twice about it." - Mike T, on eating a jellybean from Umbel's ass crack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pure comedy gold.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-111350532949383071?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/111350532949383071/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=111350532949383071&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111350532949383071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111350532949383071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/04/i-wouldnt-even-think-twice-about-it.html' title='i wouldn&apos;t even think twice about it'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-111315951885605517</id><published>2005-04-10T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-10T14:58:38.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'>ip relay! fun fun fun!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.ip-relay.com/index.htm" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.ip-relay.com/index.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! :D I expect calls now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-111315951885605517?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/111315951885605517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=111315951885605517&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111315951885605517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111315951885605517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/04/ip-relay-fun-fun-fun.html' title='ip relay! fun fun fun!'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-111289068083495817</id><published>2005-04-07T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T12:18:00.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>dxm polystirex is NOT a jealous lover!</title><content type='html'>It is more like a gentle convict. Let me explain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I write this I am just coming down from my trip. It has lasted for.. Oh man, at least 12 hours. Here is the only way I can describe coming down from DXM at the moment:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are an 85 year old woman, but still healthy and active. Your husband has been dead for years - you are used to life alone. One day a convict (DXM) escapes from prison and holds you hostage in your own home, but is very nice to you and very kind, but he still is holding a damn gun to your head when you try and get away. You have lots of deep conversation with him about the meaning of life and how we all interact with each other, and about how the world feels strange and alien right at the moment, and he makes you sleep in the same room as him. You have to sleep on a bed and he sleeps against the door, to make sure you dont leave (the windows are bolted shut and there is no way you can open them, so you can't get out of there that way, either). One day you wake up to find him gone, but he left you $50 and a note saying 'thanks for all the fun conversation'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's what coming down from a DXM trip is like. As a matter of fact, that is what DXM is like PERIOD.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-111289068083495817?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/111289068083495817/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=111289068083495817&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111289068083495817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111289068083495817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/04/dxm-polystirex-is-not-jealous-lover.html' title='dxm polystirex is NOT a jealous lover!'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-111277576381592913</id><published>2005-04-06T04:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T04:22:43.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>why i don't believe in god</title><content type='html'>A recent post of mine on a forum I frequent (read this, and really think about it. I mean REALLY think about it, I am not kidding in the slightest):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sincerely hope we are coming into an age of enlightenment, but I doubt that will happen. A (slightly) wiser man than me once said, 'Religion is the opiate of the masses.' And it is so true, I almost think it is built into human nature to need a religion. Something along the lines of fear of finality, that's my assumption - afraid that when they die things end, and that they don't go anywhere or do anything. I mean no one WANTS to die, which is why religion, with afterlives and such (I'm sure some religions don't mention an afterlife, but I don't know of any off of the top of my head - do you see what I am getting at here?), is such a popular thing. It is the human mind's protection from going insane at the thought of his life ending and him not existing any more. The human mind simply can't grasp the idea of nothingness. Go ahead and try it - you can't imagine what it would be like to have nothing going on - you probably just picture blackness, which is in fact NOT nothingness. It is a concept not able to be grasped by the human mind, and the human mind needs to rationalize EVERYTHING and have a valid explanation for EVERYTHING, making religion a natural thing for the human mind to adopt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-111277576381592913?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/111277576381592913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=111277576381592913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111277576381592913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111277576381592913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/04/why-i-dont-believe-in-god.html' title='why i don&apos;t believe in god'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-111275485463441640</id><published>2005-04-05T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T22:34:14.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>reception less than warm</title><content type='html'>Fall Out Boy - some of the best music I have heard in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www6.islandrecords.com/falloutboy/fob_splash.php" target="_blank"&gt;http://www6.islandrecords.com/falloutboy/fob_splash.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suggest you check them out. They have a kickass sound and great lyrics. Also, the lead singer sounds like me when we hit high notes, and that is just awesomeness extract.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-111275485463441640?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/111275485463441640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=111275485463441640&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111275485463441640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111275485463441640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/04/reception-less-than-warm.html' title='reception less than warm'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-111256507772058123</id><published>2005-04-03T17:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T17:51:17.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>we'll crucify the insincere tonight</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Break it down, nigga!" src="http://mortierd.gamedaemons.net/movies/1half1.gif" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me that isn't some funny shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;April 03, 2005 - bye bye, herb. I will miss you. This is my summer of self-improvement, and you have no more room in my life. I bid you adieu.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-111256507772058123?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/111256507772058123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=111256507772058123&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111256507772058123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111256507772058123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/04/well-crucify-insincere-tonight.html' title='we&apos;ll crucify the insincere tonight'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-111216368140325610</id><published>2005-03-30T00:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T01:21:21.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>long time no update</title><content type='html'>Sorry, I know all of you bitches are just itching to see a new post.. Well, for an unemployed man waiting for employment (May 1st is looking good), I actually haven't had much time to post. Here is a summary:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was notified I can receive unemployment compensation, so my financial pressure, while not great to begin with, is more or less gone now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the first of two traffic court hearings today. No points from this ticket, I just had to pay the fine. Sweet. Sweet beyond belief. I already have 4 points, 2 more and my license is suspended, so the next one (in a month) hopefully will go smooth as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally received my last pay from my former employer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'll be taking over payments of a 2002 Ford Ranger, and will only have to pay a total of $7,000 before the payments are done. While I don't exactly love Ford Rangers, that is not something you pass up, really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Visited my former Staples, where I worked for a year, and everyone still loves me there for some reason. Got some free stuff. Awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just a good moment for me, let me bask in it.. Ahh, that's better. Now, let's get on to some more shit..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.heartless-bitches.com/rants/niceguys/niceguys.shtml" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.heartless-bitches.com/rants/niceguys/niceguys.shtml&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That link right there is required reading for men everywhere. The logic is just about dead on for most situations. If you find yourself saying, 'Hey, that's not the case,' or, 'Hey, that wouldn't apply to xxxsituation,' you are most likely wrong and should reevaluate your situation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congrats go out to Doug for some kind of success he has yet to tell me about. I'll get it out of you, you bastard, if it kills me. I expect an IM when you read this detailing your story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Zerg rush has been perfected by me. I am a god in that regard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to quit my smoking because of my drug test in a month. This makes me a sad panda - however, I still will be drinking, although not as much as I used to. When I find out if DXM or Salvia shows up on drug tests, I will either start or stop doing those, accordingly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was something else I was going to put here, but I have forgotten it.. It will come to me, though, so don't worry. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If there are any questions on any of the shit that I typed above, just send me a message. I'll either get it or ignore you, and either way I probably don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;:D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-111216368140325610?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/111216368140325610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=111216368140325610&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111216368140325610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111216368140325610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/03/long-time-no-update.html' title='long time no update'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-111129467758252969</id><published>2005-03-19T23:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-06T03:54:29.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>clickity-fuckin-clickity</title><content type='html'>Some fun games to keep you cocks occupied at work (yeah, I'm talking about you Doug):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ebaumsworld.com/popoint.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.ebaumsworld.com/popoint.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played this one twice so far, best is 7 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://individual.utoronto.ca/qayoom/redsquare.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://individual.utoronto.ca/qayoom/redsquare.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also played this one twice, 0.45 seconds the first time, 20.something the second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll be playing these all night.. &gt;:D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I'm such a loser lately. Also, gummy bracelets are godly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-111129467758252969?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/111129467758252969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=111129467758252969&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111129467758252969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111129467758252969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/03/clickity-fuckin-clickity.html' title='clickity-fuckin-clickity'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-111086067038282561</id><published>2005-03-14T23:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T23:24:30.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>never understand</title><content type='html'>Sadly, the picture below appears to not be in its original location, and I am too lazy to look it up again. Boo hoo hoo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Umm..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I really have to say. Oh yeah, the cookies were a success! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-111086067038282561?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/111086067038282561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=111086067038282561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111086067038282561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111086067038282561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/03/never-understand.html' title='never understand'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-111070605484618799</id><published>2005-03-13T04:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T04:27:34.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Buddhist and you aren't real!</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Those Crazy Chick People" src="http://www.chick.com/tractimages66374/1021/1021_18.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-111070605484618799?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/111070605484618799/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=111070605484618799&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111070605484618799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111070605484618799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/03/im-buddhist-and-you-arent-real.html' title='I&apos;m a Buddhist and you aren&apos;t real!'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-111042422339234933</id><published>2005-03-09T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-14T23:32:13.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i hate white trash</title><content type='html'>cousin: You're the biggest "I don't give a fuck" i've ever seen&lt;br /&gt;cousin: That's your entire life summed up in 5 words.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those are comments from my cousin after telling him the following story:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Driving home from a friend's house this fine evening, I wind up behind a truck going.. oh.. 80% of the speed limit. So I get a little close behind him, and he speeds up a lot. I keep up, but back off from him to show that I am comfortable with this speed. He pulls over at a golf course, and I go past him. He rides my ass and starts flashing his highbeams. I pull over at a bar after about... Id say 2-3 minutes of that. He pulls right in behind me. We are parallel to the road. He doesn't get out of his car, so me being the asshole I am get out and walk to his window. It is still shut, and he is fishing around in his backseat. At this point I knew what he was doing, but I hate white trash assholes anyway so I stood my ground and waited for him to open his window. He pulls out a rifle, and opens his windows, and says 'Just move on buddy.' I say something along the lines of, 'You pussy, one day someone like me is going to have a handgun and they'll see you fishing around like an idiot for your rifle, and they'll just shoot your ass. God I hate white trash.' He says 'Just get moving dude.' I flicked him off, called him a pussy once more, and walked back to my car and drove away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God, I hate white trash, or any trash for that matter, that hide behind their guns like they can stay safe from crazy assholes like myself.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-111042422339234933?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/111042422339234933/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=111042422339234933&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111042422339234933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111042422339234933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-hate-white-trash.html' title='i hate white trash'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-111035121865019753</id><published>2005-03-09T01:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T20:35:17.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>interesting</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.compfused.com/directlink/574/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.compfused.com/directlink/574/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Pretty interesting. Old video, but very cool to see someone do that. I suggest watching it when you are bored. If you don't like art, skip it, because it is beyond your comprehension.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-111035121865019753?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/111035121865019753/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=111035121865019753&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111035121865019753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111035121865019753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/03/interesting.html' title='interesting'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-111030734982546885</id><published>2005-03-08T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T13:46:07.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>one of those types of updates you skip over</title><content type='html'>Nah, this isn't one of them. But I like advertising it as such. I received paychecks from my former boss today. I am going to contact the DLI to see if this changes the situation now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img height="50%" alt="UNF UNF UNF SPLORT!" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v635/callistobass/misc/mouse2.jpg" width="50%" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-111030734982546885?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/111030734982546885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=111030734982546885&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111030734982546885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111030734982546885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/03/one-of-those-types-of-updates-you-skip.html' title='one of those types of updates you skip over'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-111027174909456930</id><published>2005-03-08T03:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T03:49:09.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>doc and beatch - a match lit in hell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://docnbeatchs.blogspot.com/" target="_blank"&gt;http://docnbeatchs.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good kid with a split personality. He tries his hardest, too, but man.. Mental disabilities are hard to work around at his age. Mad props buddy, mad props.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-111027174909456930?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/111027174909456930/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=111027174909456930&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111027174909456930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111027174909456930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/03/doc-and-beatch-match-lit-in-hell.html' title='doc and beatch - a match lit in hell'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-111026301849103520</id><published>2005-03-08T01:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T01:23:38.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>i miss money</title><content type='html'>I miss doing PUs. I miss having money. Asshole boss has yet to pay me. In a week I hope to resume PU attempts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry my blog completely sucks ass now. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-111026301849103520?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/111026301849103520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=111026301849103520&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111026301849103520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111026301849103520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-miss-money.html' title='i miss money'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-111018616136466953</id><published>2005-03-07T04:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T04:02:41.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the muz method in audio!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/tomthebomb111/audio/themuzmethod111.mp3" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.geocities.com/tomthebomb111/audio/themuzmethod111.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is a ASF/IW.com buddy of mine's audio introduction to The Muz Method. Check it out. (Better hosting coming soon, just using geocities until we all can find a good file hosting site.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope to have my own audio up sometime, but I need to get my paychecks first before I can get a voice recorder.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy! :P&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-111018616136466953?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/111018616136466953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=111018616136466953&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111018616136466953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111018616136466953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/03/muz-method-in-audio.html' title='the muz method in audio!'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-111005604455235759</id><published>2005-03-05T15:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T15:54:04.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>that's money baby</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.swingers-palace.com/etiquette.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.swingers-palace.com/etiquette.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, check THAT out. That's pretty pimp. I'll have to stop down there sometime, maybe it'd be a cool time. If anyone wants to accompany me, give me a yell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Admit it, it would be a blast! :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-111005604455235759?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/111005604455235759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=111005604455235759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111005604455235759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111005604455235759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/03/thats-money-baby.html' title='that&apos;s money baby'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-111000392838524926</id><published>2005-03-05T01:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T01:26:40.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>that darn alien!</title><content type='html'>Here's an issue I haven't been reminded of for a long time by the wonderful cess pit of knowledge I like to call 'syndicated news organizations':&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What should the US do about illegal immigrants 'stealing' US Citizens' jobs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you think they should be paid less, or not at all, than US Citizens?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More, or the same wage?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should we magically keep them out with our all-seeing border guards, one border guard every 20 feet, because that makes complete fiscal sense?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me tell you what I think, WITHOUT the reason I think it, just because if you disagree you are a dumbass unworthy of an explanation: I think illegal immigrants should be paid THE SAME OR MORE than US Citizens are paid for a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to IM me, or comment here, with your suggestions and comments. I will be glad to tear your ass apart if you disagree with me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-111000392838524926?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/111000392838524926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=111000392838524926&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111000392838524926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/111000392838524926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/03/that-darn-alien.html' title='that darn alien!'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-110965073958281981</id><published>2005-02-28T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T23:18:59.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>cancer - the other white meat</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Eh, looks like my other grandfather will be dying shortly due to cancer. Nice. This will be my second loss to such a lovely disease.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I had someone once tell me that I 'did not know what cancer was like' whenever I made a comment about people dying of cancer and how it was better for them in the end that they died. I guess you guys could figure out on your own how I told them of my history with cancer - if you guessed that I did it in a very rude manner that wound up making them look like an asshole, you're right!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Seriously, my life sucks right now (not exactly because of the cancer thing, but just because it does). May 1st cannot come soon enough - Ohio how I long for you. I feel for my grandmother, my aunt, my sister. I don't know if I feel for my mother, because she is such an asshole to me. Oh well.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Tomorrow I probably will stay over my grandmother's because she could use my company. Of the family members I am closest with, I would have to say my grandparents are #1 in the list.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Night all.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-110965073958281981?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/110965073958281981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=110965073958281981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110965073958281981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110965073958281981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/02/cancer-other-white-meat.html' title='cancer - the other white meat'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-110963416068292093</id><published>2005-02-28T18:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T18:42:40.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>forget my name</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img205.exs.cx/img205/4431/spidey024fb.jpg" alt="I &lt;3 Spidey"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-110963416068292093?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/110963416068292093/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=110963416068292093&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110963416068292093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110963416068292093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/02/forget-my-name.html' title='forget my name'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-110962621121147110</id><published>2005-02-28T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T17:39:14.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a tribute to nobody</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.overlybored.com/images/18-yell.jpg" alt="Seriously, what the hell..?"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-110962621121147110?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/110962621121147110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=110962621121147110&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110962621121147110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110962621121147110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/02/tribute-to-nobody.html' title='a tribute to nobody'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-110961150143183776</id><published>2005-02-28T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T12:25:01.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hung like a housefly</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.sizesurvey.com/result.html" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.sizesurvey.com/result.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought people might like to check that out. Apparently I'm well-endowed. Awesome. :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is always room for improvement though. :(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-110961150143183776?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/110961150143183776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=110961150143183776&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110961150143183776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110961150143183776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/02/hung-like-housefly.html' title='hung like a housefly'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-110958223859320338</id><published>2005-02-28T04:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T04:17:18.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'>hey, look! it's monday already!</title><content type='html'>Boring weekend, sorry guys. No great updates for you. Still broke, but tomorrow (or shortly thereafter) should see the end of that. Then I'll go out and have some fun next weekend, thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This weekend consisted of weed and video games. While those aren't exactly bad things, they definitely don't make me a happy person all by themselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on doing a lot of nothing until April 11th. After that, however, I hope my life will pick up and go into high gear - and all signs so far point to that being a high possibility.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-110958223859320338?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/110958223859320338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=110958223859320338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110958223859320338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110958223859320338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/02/hey-look-its-monday-already.html' title='hey, look! it&apos;s monday already!'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-110929025361363338</id><published>2005-02-24T19:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T19:10:53.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blink 182</title><content type='html'>They broke up! :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blink 182 - Man Overboard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So sorry, it's over&lt;br /&gt;So sorry, it's over&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more that I wanted and&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more that I needed and&lt;br /&gt;Time keeps moving on and on and on&lt;br /&gt;Soon we'll all be gone&lt;br /&gt;Let's take some time to talk this over&lt;br /&gt;You're outta line and rarely sober&lt;br /&gt;We can't depend, on your excuses&lt;br /&gt;'Cause in the end it's fucking useless&lt;br /&gt;You can only lean, on me for so long&lt;br /&gt;Bring the ship about to watch a friend drown&lt;br /&gt;Sittin' out on a ledge, begged you to come down&lt;br /&gt;You can only lean, on me for so long&lt;br /&gt;I remember shots without a chaser&lt;br /&gt;Absent minded thoughts now you're a stranger&lt;br /&gt;Cover up the scars, put on your game face&lt;br /&gt;Left you in a bar, to try and save face&lt;br /&gt;You can only lean, on me for so long&lt;br /&gt;Bring the ship about to watch a friend drown&lt;br /&gt;Sittin' out on a ledge, begged you to come down&lt;br /&gt;You can only lean, on me for so long&lt;br /&gt;So sorry, it's over&lt;br /&gt;So sorry, it's over&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more that I wanted and&lt;br /&gt;There's so much more that I needed and&lt;br /&gt;Time keeps moving on and on and on&lt;br /&gt;Soon we'll all be gone&lt;br /&gt;Man on a mission&lt;br /&gt;Can't say I miss him around&lt;br /&gt;Insider information&lt;br /&gt;Hand in your resignation&lt;br /&gt;Loss of a good friend&lt;br /&gt;Best of intentions I found&lt;br /&gt;Tight lipped procrastination&lt;br /&gt;Yeah later&lt;br /&gt;See you around&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-110929025361363338?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/110929025361363338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=110929025361363338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110929025361363338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110929025361363338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/02/blink-182.html' title='blink 182'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-110920642598115544</id><published>2005-02-23T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-23T19:53:45.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'>don't shoot until you see the whites of their eyes</title><content type='html'>&lt;img alt="Eye Picture" src="http://www.slygreetings.com/images/pics/Eyes.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-110920642598115544?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/110920642598115544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=110920642598115544&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110920642598115544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110920642598115544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/02/dont-shoot-until-you-see-whites-of.html' title='don&apos;t shoot until you see the whites of their eyes'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-110919656464282288</id><published>2005-02-23T17:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T00:42:13.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>all about libras!</title><content type='html'>First, the "serious" one (some of it is accurate):&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Libra is the only inanimate sign of the zodiac, all the others representing either humans or animals. Many modern astrologers regard it as the most desirable of zodiacal types because it represents the zenith of the year, the high point of the seasons, when the harvest of all the hard work of the spring is reaped. There is a mellowness and sense of relaxation in the air as mankind enjoys the last of the summer sun and the fruits of his toil. Librans too are among the most civilized of the twelve zodiacal characters and are often good looking. They have elegance, charm and good taste, are naturally kind, very gentle, and lovers of beauty, harmony (both in music and social living) and the pleasures that these bring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They have good critical faculty and are able to stand back and look impartially at matters which call for an impartial judgment to be made on them. But they do not tolerate argument from anyone who challenges their opinions, for once they have reached a conclusion, its truth seems to them self-evident; and among their faults is an impatience of criticism and a greed for approval. But their characters are on the whole balanced, diplomatic and even tempered.&lt;br /&gt;Librans are sensitive to the needs of others and have the gift, sometimes to an almost psychic extent, of understanding the emotional needs of their companions and meeting them with their own innate optimism - they are the kind of people of whom it is said, "They always make you feel better for having been with them." They are very social human beings. They loathe cruelty, viciousness and vulgarity and detest conflict between people, so they do their best to cooperate and compromise with everyone around them, and their ideal for their own circle and for society as a whole is unity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Their cast of mind is artistic rather than intellectual, though they are usually too moderate and well balanced to be avant garde in any artistic endeavor. They have good perception and observation and their critical ability, with which they are able to view their own efforts as well as those of others, gives their work integrity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In their personal relationships they show understanding of the other person's point of view, trying to resolve any differences by compromise, and are often willing to allow claims against themselves to be settled to their own disadvantage rather than spoil a relationship. They like the opposite sex to the extent of promiscuity sometimes, and may indulge in romanticism bordering on sentimentality. Their marriages, however, stand a good chance of success because they are frequently the union of "true minds". The Libran's continuing kindness toward his or her partner mollifies any hurt the latter may feel if the two have had a tiff. Nor can the Libran's spouse often complain that he or she is not understood, for the Libran is usually the most empathetic of all the zodiacal types and the most ready to tolerate the beloved's failings."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, the more realistic one:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"You are the artistic type, and have a difficult time with reality. If you are a male, you are probably a queer. Chances for employment and monetary gain are excellent, because most Libra women are whores. All Libras usually get venereal disease."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn straight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-110919656464282288?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/110919656464282288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=110919656464282288&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110919656464282288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110919656464282288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/02/all-about-libras.html' title='all about libras!'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-110909395426718891</id><published>2005-02-22T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T12:39:14.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>zen garden</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.mezzoblue.com/zengarden/alldesigns/" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.mezzoblue.com/zengarden/alldesigns/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-110909395426718891?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/110909395426718891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=110909395426718891&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110909395426718891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110909395426718891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/02/zen-garden.html' title='zen garden'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-110903921506983192</id><published>2005-02-21T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T21:26:55.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'>more moose per capita</title><content type='html'>Canada supplies the world with more moose per capita than any other country I suppose. - Demondg1 on the benefits of Canadia. Note that it isn't much of a benefit. It was just about the only thing we could think of, and it was by far the best one of the bunch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fucking Canadians.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-110903921506983192?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/110903921506983192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=110903921506983192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110903921506983192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110903921506983192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/02/more-moose-per-capita.html' title='more moose per capita'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-110902254326055759</id><published>2005-02-21T16:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T16:49:03.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'>it's only gay if the balls touch</title><content type='html'>cousin: alright thanks&lt;br /&gt;me: no, thank YOU&lt;br /&gt;me: and while youre at it&lt;br /&gt;me: suck me off&lt;br /&gt;me: its only incest if it is between a father and daughter, remember that&lt;br /&gt;cousin: and it's only gay if the balls touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back by popular demand, just for you Krishna.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-110902254326055759?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/110902254326055759/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=110902254326055759&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110902254326055759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110902254326055759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/02/its-only-gay-if-balls-touch.html' title='it&apos;s only gay if the balls touch'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-110897019341797301</id><published>2005-02-21T02:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T02:22:58.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'>don't stay home</title><content type='html'>Next weekend I'm going to go out. It's just way too much fun. I'm thinking about hitting up a gay club (easy to get girls there, their guard is down) with some guys I know. Why don't I go with chicks? Well, I would - but every girl I know is too pussy to go there because of how 'awkward' it would be - which is short for 'I'm too insecure with myself, or I don't want you to know I like girls too, or I'm too homophobic.' Seriously ladies, grow up and welcome to 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I don't hit the gay club, I'll do a normal club solo, and put my game face on. It worked great last time, will work wonders this time. I own your reality, bitch!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, here's a song that I've been listening to lately, great shit. And I'm going to sleep, so good night bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;311 - Don't Stay Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life could slip away&lt;br /&gt;In absent minded numbness&lt;br /&gt;I'm only saying this 'cause&lt;br /&gt;I wish for the best&lt;br /&gt;When you always stay in&lt;br /&gt;Self incarceration&lt;br /&gt;I think it's such a shame&lt;br /&gt;Don't stay home this time&lt;br /&gt;No don't stay home&lt;br /&gt;Ooh&lt;br /&gt;If he don't have to&lt;br /&gt;He don't want to&lt;br /&gt;Don't stay home this time&lt;br /&gt;No don't say no&lt;br /&gt;Ooh&lt;br /&gt;How I like to&lt;br /&gt;Diffuse your bomb of anger&lt;br /&gt;It's screaming danger danger&lt;br /&gt;This kind of world don't care if you're home&lt;br /&gt;So you better get some&lt;br /&gt;Don't stay home this time&lt;br /&gt;No don't stay home&lt;br /&gt;Ooh&lt;br /&gt;If he don't have to&lt;br /&gt;He don't want to&lt;br /&gt;Don't stay home this time&lt;br /&gt;No don't say no&lt;br /&gt;Everything I'm sayin&lt;br /&gt;You can dismiss&lt;br /&gt;Because I sat alone &lt;br /&gt;On this past Christmas&lt;br /&gt;I deserve to be alone &lt;br /&gt;But I guess I should have gone home&lt;br /&gt;Hey&lt;br /&gt;Don't break the mold kid &lt;br /&gt;Just eat around it&lt;br /&gt;Yeah that's what I did&lt;br /&gt;I'll be running around the block&lt;br /&gt;For no apparent reason&lt;br /&gt;Something you'll catch me doin&lt;br /&gt;In any season&lt;br /&gt;Gotta break a sweat man&lt;br /&gt;Gotta bust out&lt;br /&gt;Good good good bye now goodbye to the drought uh!&lt;br /&gt;Don't stay home this time&lt;br /&gt;No don't stay home&lt;br /&gt;Ooh&lt;br /&gt;If he don't have to&lt;br /&gt;He don't want to&lt;br /&gt;Don't stay home this time&lt;br /&gt;No don't say no&lt;br /&gt;Don't stay home this time&lt;br /&gt;No don't stay home&lt;br /&gt;Ooh&lt;br /&gt;If he don't have to&lt;br /&gt;He don't want to&lt;br /&gt;Don't stay home this time&lt;br /&gt;No don't say no&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-110897019341797301?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/110897019341797301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=110897019341797301&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110897019341797301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110897019341797301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/02/dont-stay-home.html' title='don&apos;t stay home'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-110893312803760369</id><published>2005-02-20T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T16:58:07.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the history of everything</title><content type='html'>I frequent this one forum that talks about all sorts of shit, and one person wrote the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DL:&lt;br /&gt;Assuming the Big Bang theory is roughly correct, the Universe started at a singularity, where the laws of physics break down. There is nothing to be said about anything there or prior, and if time started with the Big Bang, that is, if time is linked to space, then perhaps it is simply meaningless or unintelligible to talk about 'before the Big Bang' in the first place. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I responded with the following, because I know my shit:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;themuz:&lt;br /&gt;Time as humans experience it: Sort of like a timeline you see in an encyclopedia. A straight line - the seconds, hours, days fly by. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time in relation to space (the way it actually is, or at least as much as we know about it): It is directly related to space. This is where we get 'spacetime' from. Whenever a being is traveling at a certain speed through 'space', he also is traveling through time at a certain speed. Whenever a being increases their momentum through space, their momentum through time is decreased. The reverse is also true. I like to think of it as another dimension of travel - which, in all practicality, it is, with different laws that govern the travel through that dimension. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, if the big bang theory is correct (which to me is a toss-up), it would in fact (as DL stated) have been a singularity at the moment of the big bang. A point in space of infinite density and infinite smallness. The laws of physics would have completely broken down, because in all of physics there is no true room for infinites - whenever a physicist sees an equation or answer to a problem that involves an infinite quantity, it is naturally assumed something is wrong with the equation or solution. So, what does this mean about the big bang? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just what DL said - it is a singularity where the laws of physics became unpredictable, and possibly other dimensions (time, the three we currently know of (x, y, z of space), the subatomic dimensions, the possible macrodimensions, multiversal dimensions, etc.) could have been created or destroyed at that time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In terms of string theory (a possibility that theoretical physicists have been looking into over the past few decades), the universe could actually have reached a point of infinite greatness and sparseness - which according to a certain branch of string theory (if I recall correctly) is the equivelant of infinite smallness and density. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could find this one awesome book I had on the subject I would put actual quotes from one of the more popular theoretical physicists (not hawking, i think jones maybe?) which help to illustrate these new theories in spacetime and the universal origins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For all we know, before the supposed big bang, the universe could have only had two dimensions and no time at all, or maybe even time but only two dimensions. The possibilities are endless but are slowly being reduced due to mathematicians and physicists studies into these possibilities.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...Ok so I don't know why I posted this in my blog, but it hopefully will give you guys some insight into the universe. Have a good Sunday, I'll be playing some Super Smash Brothers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-110893312803760369?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/110893312803760369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=110893312803760369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110893312803760369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110893312803760369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/02/history-of-everything.html' title='the history of everything'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-110890308258819728</id><published>2005-02-20T07:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T07:38:51.073-05:00</updated><title type='text'>7:30 am and i'm still not asleep - awesome</title><content type='html'>Nice little quote here:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregoray: Most embarassing moment would be when I finished wanking, and stoop up to do up my pants, when i noticed a red dot on my nuts. When i looked up, I realized my 13 year old neighbor and her 2 friends where watching me through my window and had a lazer pointer aimed at me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-110890308258819728?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/110890308258819728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=110890308258819728&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110890308258819728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110890308258819728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/02/730-am-and-im-still-not-asleep-awesome.html' title='7:30 am and i&apos;m still not asleep - awesome'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-110883224004589804</id><published>2005-02-19T11:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-19T12:17:13.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'>fuck you, then!</title><content type='html'>8.5 at the show last night. Hottest girl there, I would say (the guys I was with said she was between 8 and 9, so I'll say she's 8.5). So I was eyeing her up all night, proofing by talking to everyone and just looking pimp as hell, and she was showing signs. She eventually gets a cigarette out and fishes for her lighter in her purse. I offer mine right as she pulls hers out - so I look right at her, take my other hand, flick her off, and yell, 'Fuck you, then!'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She has this look of shock on her face.. Then she smiles, says, 'Fuck you!', giggles with her friends for a second, then starts bullshitting with her friends and Brandon and I. She liked their band.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never thought that a hot girl would fall that easily (come on, I'm used to at least a little work), so I'm gonna try the 'Fuck you, then!' line again with the lighter thing done exactly the same way as above and see if it was just a fluke - I think it has potential, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, my cousin's band - &lt;a href="http://www.fasteddierocks.com" target="_blank"&gt;www.fasteddierocks.com&lt;/a&gt; - played at the 31st Street Pub last night. Here is why they didn't win. Most of their fans that came from Uniontown weren't 21 and didn't know they couldn't get into the pub. That, combined with the fact that they played early in the set (no one was drunk, not as many people were there) fucked them. Had they played later, they would have taken first. Also, their guitars were too low, but that's because no one was standing at the front of the place during the sound check (once they started playing and people realized they were good, everyone moved up front and got into it - pretty decent considering almost no one was drunk.) Good job guys, I enjoyed the show a ton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Loss notwithstanding, they still had a great show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, this just in: &lt;a href="http://www.holylemon.com/beaversong.html" target="_blank"&gt;I LIKE BEAVER!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-110883224004589804?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/110883224004589804/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=110883224004589804&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110883224004589804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110883224004589804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/02/fuck-you-then.html' title='fuck you, then!'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-110875480151974101</id><published>2005-02-18T14:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T16:08:15.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>my new blog</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://sites.gizoogle.com/?url=http://themuz.blogspot.com" target="_blank"&gt;My new blog.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-110875480151974101?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/110875480151974101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=110875480151974101&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110875480151974101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110875480151974101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/02/my-new-blog.html' title='my new blog'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-110874738304719331</id><published>2005-02-18T12:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T12:23:03.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>coworker sent me this</title><content type='html'>You guys and gals may enjoy it, if you aren't that tech savvy. It's pretty funny if you are used to the stuff, and probably pretty informative if you are a stranger to computers.. And since you are reading this, I doubt that is the case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.microsoft.com/athome/security/children/kidtalk.mspx" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.microsoft.com/athome/security/children/kidtalk.mspx&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-110874738304719331?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/110874738304719331/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=110874738304719331&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110874738304719331'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110874738304719331'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/02/coworker-sent-me-this.html' title='coworker sent me this'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-110870350470005929</id><published>2005-02-18T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T00:11:44.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>people keep giving me these</title><content type='html'>Here's another link, because my friends do nothing but give me these all day long (they sit in front of their computers too much.. A lot like I do.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.galumpia.co.uk/adult/adult_2.htm#" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.galumpia.co.uk/adult/adult_2.htm#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watch out, extreme sexual frustration may result in the viewing of that site... (Aww man, this blog is already turning into shit. Thanks a lot guys, you're all assholes.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-110870350470005929?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/110870350470005929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=110870350470005929&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110870350470005929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110870350470005929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/02/people-keep-giving-me-these.html' title='people keep giving me these'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-110870251353361662</id><published>2005-02-17T23:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T23:57:45.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>wow, i almost forgot...</title><content type='html'>I almost forgot to give you little kiddies out there these very educational sites! How could I be that stupid?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sexisforfags.com" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.sexisforfags.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ironhymen.com" target="_blank"&gt;http://www.ironhymen.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't believe I didn't include that for you! I'm SO fucking sorry! Now, go lock your genitals in a jar and save them for posterity, because that is the safest thing for you (and the human race).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(If you don't get that joke above, it's ok. It wasn't really that funny, and it's only for people who can think enough to actually get it.)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-110870251353361662?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/110870251353361662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=110870251353361662&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110870251353361662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110870251353361662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/02/wow-i-almost-forgot.html' title='wow, i almost forgot...'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-110869022025340802</id><published>2005-02-17T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T20:46:27.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a much longer post</title><content type='html'>Ok, so I was driving back to my house from work today, and I was listening to Green Day. The album was American Idiot. Great album. Anyway, the last song on the album, Whatsername, well.. Here are the lyrics:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I ran into you down on the street,&lt;br /&gt;Then it turned out to only be a dream,&lt;br /&gt;I made a point to burn all of the photographs,&lt;br /&gt;She went away and then I took a different path,&lt;br /&gt;I remember the face,&lt;br /&gt;But I can't recall the name,&lt;br /&gt;Now I wonder how whatsername has been.&lt;br /&gt;Seems that she disappeared without a trace,&lt;br /&gt;Did she every marry old what's his face,&lt;br /&gt;I made a point to burn all of the photographs,&lt;br /&gt;She went away and then I took a different path,&lt;br /&gt;I remember the face,&lt;br /&gt;But I can't recall the name,&lt;br /&gt;Now I wonder how whatsername has been.&lt;br /&gt;Remember, whatever,&lt;br /&gt;It seems like forever ago,&lt;br /&gt;Remember, whatever,&lt;br /&gt;It seems like forever ago,&lt;br /&gt;The regrets are useless,&lt;br /&gt;In my mind,&lt;br /&gt;She's in my head,&lt;br /&gt;I must confess,&lt;br /&gt;The regrets are useless,&lt;br /&gt;In my mind,&lt;br /&gt;She's in my head,&lt;br /&gt;From so long ago.&lt;br /&gt;And in the darkest night,&lt;br /&gt;If my memory serves me right,&lt;br /&gt;I'll never turn back time,&lt;br /&gt;Forgetting you, but not the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, that song brought back memories of every ex I have ever had. Many of the memories are good, many of them are bad. So here is my tribute to every one of my exes - an e-toast, if you will. Thank you for fucking me. Thank you for being a great girlfriend - for a certain amount of time, anyway. Thank you for allowing me to school you in the art of having sex, because I was better in bed than every one of you (don't be mad or jealous though, it comes naturally for me). Thank you for being a bitch at the end, making it easier for me to move on and find a new girl. Thank you for being cute. Thank you for giving me bragging rights. Thank you for making me more of a man, because in the end I am more intelligent and wise in the wiley ways of women (that's a hella lotta w's).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only regrets I have is that I couldn't be friends with a single one of you after we broke up - also note that I broke up with every one of you. There is a reason for that. Every one of you did something that proved to me that if I were to be your friend afterward, you would just try to make it hell for me, by mentioning stuff I didn't want to hear, by being a bitch, whatever. Each one of you was different, but yet I see why each one of you did that - unfortunately I can't tell you why, otherwise us men wouldn't be one up on you. Anyway, thanks for the good times I had with you, and I wish you hadn't been a bitch, because all of you would have been great to be with for a longer period of time. In the end, bitchiness matters. Remember that with your next guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, why do I care about my exes enough to say this, and to wish them well? I really don't know. Shouldn't I be spiteful? That would make much more sense. Here is my theory:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a male human. They were female humans. My body in its most basic form, my instinct, my 'id' if you will, thinks that since I copulated with them that I should care about their well-being (the animal in me thinks that they will be giving birth to my offspring, even in my absense,  so their well-being means that my genetics will be successful in growing and producing more offspring). In my mind I know that none of my exes would or will ever bear any of my progeny (thank god), but my instinct and inner animal tells me that they should hopefully survive and do well so that my genetics will be passed on again and again. That's some crazy shit, isn't it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there's your insight for the day, folks. Most of you won't get any meaning out of that last paragraph I created, but that's just because you don't think too much into your actions and why you behave the way you do and feel the way you do (let us not kid ourselves people, emotions are just chemical reactions in our brains and our bodies from hormones that are released in certain perceived situations). You should try it some time, it's very enlightening. That's probably it for tonight, more on some other shit at a later date, unless some awesome thought goes through my head before I go to sleep. Good night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-110869022025340802?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/110869022025340802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=110869022025340802&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110869022025340802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110869022025340802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/02/much-longer-post.html' title='a much longer post'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-110857688451681352</id><published>2005-02-16T12:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T13:01:24.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'>a short post</title><content type='html'>I have nothing better to do at work right at the moment, so here is a conversation my cousin and I had yesterday:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin: you know what I really, really miss&lt;br /&gt;me: hmm?&lt;br /&gt;cousin: MY MOTHERFUCKING USED CD&lt;br /&gt;me: well hey&lt;br /&gt;me: i told you stop by&lt;br /&gt;cousin: haha I know but I'm lazy&lt;br /&gt;me: well then SHUT YOUR FUCKING FACE QUEERBAIT&lt;br /&gt;cousin: HEY EAT SHIT TONIGHT SOMETIME HUH&lt;br /&gt;me: MAYBE IF YOUR MOM WOULD SHIT IN MY MOUTH LIKE I ASKED&lt;br /&gt;me: whoa wait&lt;br /&gt;me: thats not what i meant to say&lt;br /&gt;cousin: haha you're related to that slut&lt;br /&gt;me: eh that never stopped me from fucking your sister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just thought I should keep you posted on how awesome my conversations with family members are. Have a good day, motherbitches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-110857688451681352?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/110857688451681352/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=110857688451681352&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110857688451681352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110857688451681352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/02/short-post.html' title='a short post'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10856145.post-110849195505129570</id><published>2005-02-15T13:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-15T13:25:55.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>blogs are not cool</title><content type='html'>From what I hear, blogs are not cool. That's fine though, I'll get over it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that anything I say here may or may not be true. If it is involving illegal activities it is most certainly NOT true, because I am a law abiding citizen and I do not commit crimes. Please disregard any posts which would be able to be used as evidence in a court of law to convict me of a crime, as they are not true.. Especially if you are a law enforcement personnel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also note that names probably have not been changed to protect the innocent. If I ever am in a situation where I am mentioning your name, you probably are not innocent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10856145-110849195505129570?l=themuz.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/feeds/110849195505129570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10856145&amp;postID=110849195505129570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110849195505129570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10856145/posts/default/110849195505129570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://themuz.blogspot.com/2005/02/blogs-are-not-cool.html' title='blogs are not cool'/><author><name>themuz</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02420827840895448414</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://img43.exs.cx/img43/1701/meout7zx.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
