<?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-19647177</id><updated>2011-04-22T00:08:48.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This Ruined Puzzle</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>34</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-115957882853133590</id><published>2006-09-29T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T20:14:40.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'>b b b b b b b bbbbbbbbbback in style</title><content type='html'>Sorry to all my loyal readers out there.  I'm back for now.  I'm gonna try to make an appearance at least once a week with some good content.  I mean good content.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-115957882853133590?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/115957882853133590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=115957882853133590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/115957882853133590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/115957882853133590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2006/09/b-b-b-b-b-b-b-bbbbbbbbbback-in-style.html' title='b b b b b b b bbbbbbbbbback in style'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-114221621808019000</id><published>2006-03-12T20:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T21:16:58.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Old Country Buffet</title><content type='html'>Today I graced myself with a visit to an Old Country Buffet (otherwise known as OCB).  This was my first trip to an OCB in a couple years.  All I can say is Freak Show.  The food is good, who can resist easy to fix country cooking crammed together under a bunch of heat lamps.  Heaven.  You get to start ff with all the fried foods. Then work your way over to where the guy stands in what looks like a chef's outfit and cuts Roast Beef, Ham, Turkey.  Finally top everything off with gravy.  Giving yourself a plate full of artey clogging goodness.  The people that hang out OCB now that is another story.  Away from the buffet it is like recreation time at the nursing home.  The place smells like a hospital.  They wonder why they don't make much money. All of the people in the place get the senior discount.  I'm not saying the food is bad. I'm just saying it is hard to stomach my sugarfree ice cream and cake with the smell of old people crapping in their diapers.  I think that old people need to get out, you can't leave them to rot in a home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-114221621808019000?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/114221621808019000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=114221621808019000' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/114221621808019000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/114221621808019000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2006/03/old-country-buffet.html' title='Old Country Buffet'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-114167428428735729</id><published>2006-03-06T14:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T14:44:44.463-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Poison</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/toilet.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/toilet.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This is the image as if you were looking through my eyes.  I have been staring at my toilet now for awhile.  Food poisoning is a great way to get to know your bathroom.  Laying on the cold floor, head in the crapper.  I've found out alot about my new bathroom over the past couple days.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-114167428428735729?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/114167428428735729/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=114167428428735729' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/114167428428735729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/114167428428735729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2006/03/food-poison.html' title='Food Poison'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-114101008364940999</id><published>2006-02-26T21:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T22:14:43.790-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Money, Money, Money</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/ex22_24.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/ex22_24.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exodus            22:24&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;  &lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;           'If you lend money to any of Yahweh's people, you will not demand interest            from them.'&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Money the root of all evil, and everything that is cool. If you don't have it you want it, and if you have it you want more of it. Even if you don't have it you can still spend it like you got it. I think this is where the whole mess begins. Credit. I love it, you love it, everyone loves. Yet it is like digging a whole you can't get out of. You think you are paying one price for something until you sit back and think about the interest. No one ever thinks about the interest. Interest is like that kid you went to highschool with, you can see his face, but you don't remember anything he ever did or what his name even is. He haunts your dreams, lives in your nightmares and wears a striped sweater and has knives for fingers. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/money.1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/200/money.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;All of a sudden BOOM you get hit with a late charge. You might as well give up and file for bankruptcy, even though the laws have changed they haven't changed enough for the scum bag lawyers out there. They know all the ways around lifes problems. I advise seeing one for anything that goes wrong in your life. They will know how to fix everything with some frivolous lawsuit. I just can't say enough how much Money has done for my life. I hope it brings you everything you ever wanted in life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-114101008364940999?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/114101008364940999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=114101008364940999' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/114101008364940999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/114101008364940999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2006/02/money-money-money.html' title='Money, Money, Money'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-114091925003976285</id><published>2006-02-25T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T21:02:09.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hayseed Dixie</title><content type='html'>They are a great band just listen to these sample lyrics from there big hit "Poop in a Jar"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Keeping your poop in a jar&lt;br /&gt;til the day you come back&lt;br /&gt;so i don't forget just what you are&lt;br /&gt;yeah i'm keeping your poop in a jar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You thought you took everything,&lt;br /&gt;but you left something behind for me.&lt;br /&gt;I scooped it out,&lt;br /&gt;I bottled it up,&lt;br /&gt;now its up there on a stand by the bed&lt;br /&gt;to remind me in case i forget&lt;br /&gt;your just a piece of poop&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I don't know anyone in there right mind that doesn't feel the love coming from those lyrics. They have truely touched my heart and I hope that I have shared something special with everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-114091925003976285?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/114091925003976285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=114091925003976285' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/114091925003976285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/114091925003976285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2006/02/hayseed-dixie.html' title='Hayseed Dixie'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-114046952959610922</id><published>2006-02-20T15:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T16:05:32.866-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't look now</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/bathroomzombie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/bathroomzombie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is right boys and girls. The bathroom is done and there are no "zed words" in it. I'll be back in full force now.  Fighting crime, informing the masses, and making a bad ass souffle so all of the lovely fangirls and boys can make it through their days at work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-114046952959610922?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/114046952959610922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=114046952959610922' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/114046952959610922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/114046952959610922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2006/02/dont-look-now.html' title='Don&apos;t look now'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-113994343593752441</id><published>2006-02-14T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T13:57:15.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Valentines From the Grave</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/zombie_valentine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/zombie_valentine.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Roses are red&lt;br /&gt;Violets are blue&lt;br /&gt;Zombies kick ass&lt;br /&gt;and so do you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Nothing spells loving like zombies in the oven.  Happy V day.  This one was from the heart. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-113994343593752441?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/113994343593752441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=113994343593752441' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113994343593752441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113994343593752441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-valentines-from-grave.html' title='Happy Valentines From the Grave'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-113993164944481025</id><published>2006-02-14T10:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T10:40:49.456-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Loser</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/StarKick1-small-759419.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/StarKick1-small-759419.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is for the really really really rich kid whose parents don't want him hanging out with the "general" population.  My best friend was a machine at one time, but he got too close to the truth and had to be terminated.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-113993164944481025?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/113993164944481025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=113993164944481025' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113993164944481025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113993164944481025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2006/02/loser.html' title='Loser'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-113972904783391269</id><published>2006-02-12T02:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T02:24:07.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not DEAD just half alive</title><content type='html'>I'm not dead and neither is this blog.  I decided that since I have grown up it is time to remodel my house that is falling apart.  For the past year and a half I have been battling with the water in my shower turning on whenever it wants too. Sending my waters bills somewhere near the national debt.  Since I have taken on this project I found out that everything in my bathroom needed replaeced.  The old saying that the two most expensive rooms in the house are bathroom and kitchen.  Totally right.  I have went way over the budget that I set for this room and I just want it done.  Damn this whole owning a house/apt/grunge pit/tiki bar/morgue/zombie experiment lab/nuclear testing facility.  If I only could wish upon a star to get my bathroom fixed life would be  much easier right now..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-113972904783391269?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/113972904783391269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=113972904783391269' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113972904783391269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113972904783391269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2006/02/not-dead-just-half-alive.html' title='Not DEAD just half alive'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-113891682083108686</id><published>2006-02-02T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T16:47:00.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Outbreak Central</title><content type='html'>A police officer was bitten last night during an arrest of a man "suspected of jumping bail".  The police man has been hospitalized since the "incident".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These to me sound all to much like  cover up  terms  where the media is trying to hide a possible outbreak.  How much damage actually occured to the police officer from the bite.  I can understand a few stitches and such, but never usually enough to hospitalize a man overnight.  I will keep you up to date if there is anymore news on this "incident" if the media will actually keep up on the story and not let it die out so that no level of awareness is actually acheived by the public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/ponchhomozombie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/ponchhomozombie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;This is what happened to the last police officer that was bitten and never heard from again.  He went on to make a really bad tv show and now everyone makes fun of him on the web.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-113891682083108686?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/113891682083108686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=113891682083108686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113891682083108686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113891682083108686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2006/02/outbreak-central.html' title='Outbreak Central'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-113891581321244958</id><published>2006-02-02T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T16:30:13.226-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Liberal Update</title><content type='html'>Found out today that people working for for the city of San Fransisco (those in the prominent positions) can use tax payer dollars to have a sex change.  Yippppppppeeeeeeeee now they can have all the gay cowboys they want holding high ranking jobs in the city.  YES!!!!!1. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is brought to you from the same people who say you can't have guns in our city unless you are cool or important, and that it is ok for 11 year old girls to have abortions without telling their parents.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-113891581321244958?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/113891581321244958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=113891581321244958' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113891581321244958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113891581321244958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2006/02/liberal-update.html' title='Liberal Update'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-113875333875215199</id><published>2006-01-31T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T19:22:18.766-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shit Wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/shit_warr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/shit_warr.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say about this is........    well it pretty much sums up everyone's dreams as a child (maybe even as an adult).  You get to throw shit at each other.  What else in life is better than that? Nothing.  Everybody loves the feeling of a little bit of poo in there hand right before you smash it into someone's face.  Enuf said.  Be one with the poop.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.freeonlinegames.com/play/409.html"&gt;Play Shit Wars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love the crazy asains and the things they come up with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-113875333875215199?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/113875333875215199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=113875333875215199' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113875333875215199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113875333875215199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2006/01/shit-wars.html' title='Shit Wars'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-113804602902928259</id><published>2006-01-23T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T14:58:34.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Advice Cooke........WTF</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/fortunecookie.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/fortunecookie.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fortune Cookies or Hundreds of Dead Pac-Man. You decide.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;The fortune cookie is not what it was even 10 years ago. The decline in the Yen has sent the market of fortune cookies in a downward spiral. Not to mention the increasing rise of the so&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/61m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/200/61m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; called "Advice Cookie". What has happened to the so beloved fortune cookie. I'm not talking about the classic 1966 comedy starring Jack Lemmon and Walter Matthau. One of the best comedic duos since Martin and Lewis. I mean the cold hard fortune cookie. Where the fortune you had been bestowed would only come true if you ate the cookie. So hard and almost tasteless cookie of fortune. You brought joy and laughter to the hearts of men and women across the world. Now to only be replaced by cheap imitations. This whole discussion was brought upon by my lunch time excursion to the local all you can eat chinese buffet where I was given a bogus "Advice Cookie"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;"The mystical is not how the world is, but that it is"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I could of read Socrates, Plato, or Aristotle. I probably would have gotten more out of life and would be a better person at the same time. Yet, I was at the chinese restaurant eating like a pig and wanting some good news about my life and what I could expect. No. I get this crap. This is so vague I couldn't even add the words "in bed" to the end of the phrase to make it funny. Nothing was gained from this other than a hurt stomach from ingesting too much food and a hurt pride cause I don't have any idea how the rest of my life is going to work out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/stupidity_small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/stupidity_small.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I blame this fortune cookie blasphemy on WONTON FOOD INC. They have been pushing low grade chinese food on the United States for quite some time now. I know it is hard to directly import anything into the U.S., but Brooklyn, NY. Don't you think they could have found a little better location. I see the life of the streets has affected the fortunes they print on the cookies coming from this distribution center.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/fortune7.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/fortune7.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If action is not taken soon fortunes like this could be found at your local chinese restaraunt. I am starting a petition on getting better fortunes for the people of this world. Just let me digest all of this freaking food I crammed into my mouth cause every time I see the words "all you can eat" I go for it. Hey what can I say we americans are suckers for a good deal. Even if we are gonna be sick afterwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-113804602902928259?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/113804602902928259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=113804602902928259' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113804602902928259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113804602902928259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2006/01/advice-cookewtf.html' title='Advice Cooke........WTF'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-113772859065703558</id><published>2006-01-19T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-19T22:43:59.393-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Born on the Bios</title><content type='html'>I have been out of the "computer gaming" faction of video games for almost 2 years.  For reasons that I can not tell you at the moment (more than likely laziness).  The spark for the love of computers has been rekindled by my new job.  I forgot how much fun/pain they can be.  I love every minute of it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/lights%20on.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/lights%20on.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is her. The new beast creation that brings me back full swing into the gaming/tech section of life.  It is based on a DFI Lanparty NF4 chipset with a AMD 64 3500 running at 2.2ghz overclock to 2.4ghz.  The force behind this monster is a EVGA eGeforce 7800GT 256mb which I have removed the stock heatsink/fan combo and replaced it with a Artic Cooling NV-5 rev 3.  Which now uses up another pci slot, but exhausts the heat out of the case instead of inside it right on top of the chipset.  I have also replaced the stock hsf combo with a Zalman cooling orb.  Since the change I have lost almost 10 degrees celcius in ambient temp and 8 degrees celcius on processor temp.  Not to mention that the hsf on the processor is also a blud led light.  The case has 2 120mm intake fans (also blue led lights) and 1 high speed 80mm exhaust fan(also a blue led).  1gb of pc3700 ram.  I'm thinking about buying another 1gb if the prices fall on 3700 soon.  16x dual layer DVD-RW/52x CD-RW with a 100gb SATA WD 7200rpm drive and a 120gb SATA Maxtor 7200rpm drive.  As for the asthetics, here they are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/command%20center.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/command%20center.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Command Center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;As you see it is an older 17' lcd.  I working on aquiring a 19' as soon as possible.  The mouse in the cradle is the MX1000 from Logitech.  It is only 800dpi, but has an incredible feel in your hand.  Not to mention the fact the it charges itself while in the dock.  This machine is powerful enough right now to run Call of Duty 2 with everything turned all the way up at around 50fps.  I am very Impressed with the new GPU's that are available and the new PCI Express slots.  The only thing to be said about this thing is that Chuck Norris wants it and it wants Chuck Norris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/glowing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/glowing.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Always sexy with the lights off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Did you think I was gonna let you leave without seeing this thing powered up.  Come on you know I have a fetish for things that glow.  If you look at it really closely you can see an Image of the Allah in the IDE cables.  I'll probably be putting this on Ebay as soon as I can and then with the money from the Sale I'll build one that looks like the Virgin Mary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-113772859065703558?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/113772859065703558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=113772859065703558' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113772859065703558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113772859065703558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2006/01/born-on-bios.html' title='Born on the Bios'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-113755467505403371</id><published>2006-01-17T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-17T22:24:35.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Great Moments in History</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/expert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/expert.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;That is right.  You guessed it.  I beat it on Expert. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;I would like to thank all the little people out there who helped me through the hard times.  Lukelagwalker, Intoxicant, Radar without you three standing behind me cheering me on, I would of never completed this monumental task.  There is still much work to be done in this long video gaming career of mine.  As for you haters who thought I would never succeed.  Just remember if you dream it, they will build it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-113755467505403371?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/113755467505403371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=113755467505403371' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113755467505403371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113755467505403371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2006/01/great-moments-in-history.html' title='Great Moments in History'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-113738559872004761</id><published>2006-01-15T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T23:26:38.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People</title><content type='html'>It is hard to find good people.  I feel as though I am very fortunate being that I am surrounded by them.  People I can count on when the chips are stacked against me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had another great weekend in the burgh.  All I gotta say is "excuse me, are you a ninja? cause your body is kicking." Yes that is what I said to one of the hottest bartenders I have ever seen.  She thought it was funny and told me that she liked it and would have to remember that one.  I don't believe her but I had fun doing it anyway.  So far this whole being true to myself new years resolution has been working out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-113738559872004761?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/113738559872004761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=113738559872004761' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113738559872004761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113738559872004761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2006/01/people.html' title='People'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-113722805216462621</id><published>2006-01-14T03:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T03:40:57.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Beered Out</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/MVC-238S.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/MVC-238S.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Too much beer =  sleeping in this postion on my kitchen floor.  He must have had a couple "not too cold ones" cause if you are drinking "A cold one" then this sort of thing usually never happens to you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-113722805216462621?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/113722805216462621/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=113722805216462621' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113722805216462621'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113722805216462621'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2006/01/beered-out.html' title='Beered Out'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-113695818783956340</id><published>2006-01-11T00:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T00:51:11.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mac and Intel Sex spawns monster</title><content type='html'>I don't know about everyone else, but I have mixed feeling on the whole apple getting an Intel processor. I mean apple has been bragging about how it has been so much fast and so much better than an PC. So it makes you wonder why they are changing their tune and developing with Intel a processor that will run on the rest of the Mac's architechture. Well I know that Steve Jobs (the man who is trying to steal the world from Bill Gates) promised everyone that he would definitely has a 3.0ghz processor to keep up with all the high clock speeds of the x86 based processor. I mean they have the G5 processor now (that still doesn't reach 3.0) and if you tried to put one in a laptop it would look something like this:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/g5-pb.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/g5-pb.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then the thing would have only about twenty minutes of battery life because of the extreme power it takes to run a G5 chip not to mention that it would give your legs 3rd degree burns. How's that for great hardware.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you go to their site and look up the PowerBook Pro it is powered by dual 1.83 INTEL duo core processors. That is right. I said it. INTEL. and it states that it is 4x faster with twice the graphics bandwidth. Hmmmmmmmm. faster than a regular apple. No freaking way. Can't be. Impossible. Then for all these years how have they been telling us their hardware is the fastest and blows everything else out of the water. Hypocrisy I tell you. Anyway this just shows that everything they tell you isn't always what is really going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/jpg-YVqAOv.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;span style="FONT-WEIGHT: bold"&gt;This is how I feel about the whole thing&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="TEXT-ALIGN: center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;she is the only thing that should be in a Mac&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-113695818783956340?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/113695818783956340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=113695818783956340' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113695818783956340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113695818783956340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2006/01/mac-and-intel-sex-spawns-monster.html' title='Mac and Intel Sex spawns monster'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-113666682128893565</id><published>2006-01-07T15:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T15:47:01.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gen Patent</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/capture1227200512511_pm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/capture1227200512511_pm.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was surfing the web when I some how stumbled onto some links for actual U.S. patents or at least for things that were attempting to get patents. It kinda makes you wonder where some of these people get their ideas. The picture on the left is for a device that is supposed to measure the distance between two things. Now tell me if I'm wrong but the last time I need to know the distance between two things I used a ruler. Maybe this person thinks that rulers are communist devices set out to overthrow our government. All I know is that this is one of the pictures he used to portray his lovely measure device. S = AMOUNT OF SPACE BEFORE DEATH. If that is what he is measure then he would be correct.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/capture1227200512541_pm.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/capture1227200512541_pm.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/capture1227200512541_pm.2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This picture is also for the same patent. S = space before impailment. If you notice though the person used to find S = space before death must be a zombie. Since he has no head (from the first experiment) and is still being used to test this patent device. Maybe this device only works if you are a zombie, I didn't really read the whole briefing. I have one more pic from a different patent. This one goes out to my bosses at work cause I know this is exactly what they think all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/capture1227200512541_pm.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/pat.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;You guys keep telling yourself that your the ones doing a good job&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-113666682128893565?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/113666682128893565/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=113666682128893565' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113666682128893565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113666682128893565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2006/01/gen-patent.html' title='Gen Patent'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-113649963487401508</id><published>2006-01-05T17:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T17:20:34.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cornering the Market</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/Aquariass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/Aquariass.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"This is for all voyeur fish everywhere"  if you have a fish that loves to watch people go to the bathroom then this is for you.  You can get voyeurism like this anywhere else on the web.  Maybe you like to watch fish while you go to the bathroom.  Angel fish while Number 2 that is hot.  This product is hot.  Dual purpose.  Get one and then see my other ad about voyeur fish.  Its a match made in heaven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/15456846_F_tn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/200/15456846_F_tn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Come on I wanna watch you Pee"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-113649963487401508?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/113649963487401508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=113649963487401508' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113649963487401508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113649963487401508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2006/01/cornering-market.html' title='Cornering the Market'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-113631790444907783</id><published>2006-01-03T14:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T17:29:38.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Robotic Death Machines.........</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;IN YOUR YARD!!!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/imow-01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/200/imow-01.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While you go about your merry way during whatever it is you do in your brady bunch suburban home. In your garage an army of robotic death machines is planning attack. Some evil scientists have equipt these beasts with spinning blades able to detach human limbs in seconds flat (not to mention leave your grass looking great without any work). This is starting to affect the whole nation. Even the marvelous Queen Latifa sang about it in her last Cover Girl Commercial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/latifaSingMowerBlues.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/latifaSingMowerBlues.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"the mower ate my baby and made&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; me fat, buy my makeup"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/VoirPhoto2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/VoirPhoto2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remote charging station for ultimate portable killing power&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-113631790444907783?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/113631790444907783/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=113631790444907783' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113631790444907783'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113631790444907783'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2006/01/robotic-death-machines.html' title='Robotic Death Machines.........'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-113629648588930169</id><published>2006-01-03T08:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T09:43:43.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Real Story</title><content type='html'>You want pics and updates from new years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://lukelagwalker.blogspot.com"&gt;lukelagwalker.blogspot.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has all the latest info and pics on what didn't happen that night  one faithful night at the end of 2005...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real story on what had happened was Oscar the Opossum brought over all these prostitutes and mind controlling drugs. He forced us into taking the pills. Except for me I was clever enough to sneak the pill under my tongue. As he was dictating a speech on molecular fusion and how it will save the rainforest. I notice something was wrong with one of the ladies. I just put it in the back of my head and went on. I listened to the Opossum speak when I realized that the girl who had something wrong was not really a girl at all and that she was a pirate. Not one of the pittsburgh pirates either (they couldn't afford to throw a party like this). It was none other than Black the cyber beard hated enemy of all hippos and things that are Ninja. I didn't know what to do it was almost midnight and they had already infiltrated our trust. I informed LukeNinjaWalker about the situation and that is when the shit hit the fan. The pirates plans were exposed and they were running out of options since Luke and I are certified Ninjas (I have the card coming in the mail). This is when they pulled out their portable MechWarrior suits that were on loan from the japanese. These meant nothing to us though as Luke and I were armed with guitar hero guitars. Needless to say the pirates were no match even with laser guided sharks. There was only one thing left to do and that was TEABAG the leader....... (for viewing of the teabag view the aforementioned site)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/nn20050518f2a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/nn20050518f2a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;oh my look at that suit where did you get it? J. C. Pennys?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-113629648588930169?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/113629648588930169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=113629648588930169' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113629648588930169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113629648588930169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2006/01/real-story.html' title='The Real Story'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-113615165349515952</id><published>2006-01-01T16:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T16:40:53.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Year</title><content type='html'>Now that everyone is done partying it up like it is the end of the year.  Time to start it up for another one.  364 more days till I get to watch another ball drop while the immortal Dick Clark mc another monster party.  For the whole new years resolution I have come up with a stellar idea.  KEEP IT REAL.  Be true to myself and be true to those around me.  I know sounds like something I read out of this months 50 cent magazine article.  But what I'm really saying is that if you think about all the times during a year that you do something just to try and impress someone or you talk something up or do something that you would never normally do.  There are times in life when you don't even realize you are doing it.  I'm not even talking about pay it forward or do unto others as you would have others do unto you.  Remember that everyone is there own person.  Don't let the media or your friends dictate how you want to live your life.  As of these last few months I have been experiencing life not just going through the motions.  I'm even using a macintosh right now this minute to update my blog (oh no). I told myself that I would never use a mac just because I'm a hardcore PC man.  I've found in my accelerated age that there is nothing wrong with being a closet mac user and I plan on owning one of my own in the near future.  So all I'm really saying is that you should do whatever I tell you, buy a mac, and make sure that my blog is the only blog you read religiously (shameless plugging) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New years party pics and posts will be up later this week.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-113615165349515952?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/113615165349515952/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=113615165349515952' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113615165349515952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113615165349515952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year.html' title='The New Year'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-113602261274017293</id><published>2005-12-31T03:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T04:50:12.820-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Ninja in Paris</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/ninjalife01.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/ninjalife01.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;This is why ninjas are totally sweet. Because they can make swinging on a swing look totally cool.  Picking up chicks isn't just something that ninjas do, it is something they have to do to stay alive.  Ninjas don't really eat real food they live off of the rush of hot chicks fueling their massive boners that they use to destroy various robots and pirates with. (only thing stronger is a pissed off hippo)  This sweet ass Ninja as you can see has scored himself a sweet date with Paris Hilton by some old skool barn. (it is probably where the ninja keeps all his guitars) I wish I was this ninja.  I would so be peeing my pants if I was on a swing right now.  I'll even bet that is an anti-pirate swing used to keep pirates away from unsuspecting villages in the middle ages before they had sofisticated technology like piratefinder.com where you can find all the old pirates you graduated from highschool with and what they have been doing for all these years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;That is enough talk about Ninjas even though they are totally sweet.  Back to the xbox 360 gaming.  ALL NIGHT LONG.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-113602261274017293?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/113602261274017293/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=113602261274017293' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113602261274017293'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113602261274017293'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2005/12/one-ninja-in-paris.html' title='One Ninja in Paris'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-113599598982264157</id><published>2005-12-30T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T21:26:29.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Update:</title><content type='html'>All weekend in the Burgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hanging with DrakeNasty and Lukelagwalker for the weekend. Pics will be up all through out the weekend.  You know you wish you were here.  Out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-113599598982264157?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/113599598982264157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=113599598982264157' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113599598982264157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113599598982264157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2005/12/life-update.html' title='Life Update:'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-113596539963891402</id><published>2005-12-30T12:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T12:58:34.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'>War of the Poo Controllers</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/MVC-209F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/MVC-209F.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;No don't kill me I just wanna live&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Matchup:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/MVC-210F.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/200/MVC-210F.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In this corner weighing in at an incredible 1 pound (give or take a few pounds) the incredible edible Nyko fan controller for PS2.  This controller is for all you really fat guys out there who don't know how to wipe your hands off while playing video games.  It has a built in fan in which it uses to dry your hands while playing video games.  Great concept = bad controller.  This controller is bulky, a bit heavy and the feeling on all the buttons is sloppy.  Not to mention the noise the fan makes while on hi.  Like I was saying this controller is for people who are extremely over weight and/or have a sweat gland problem.  If you don't fall into either one of these groups then this is not the controller for you.  Although given the size and weight of this controller it could be used as a back up zombie killing weapon.  Given that is has good reach and good weight it could be swung around like a mace and used to bludgeon a zombie to death.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/MVC-211F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/200/MVC-211F.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;And now for the reigning champion of the world.  The controller of the century (self appointed).  The Gamester FPS.  This controller set out to do one thing and one thing only.  Kill sharks........... bah bah baaaaaaaaah.   No really it was meant for First Person Shooters and nothing else.  This version in the picture to your left is the model for the Xbox.  It is shaped like two pistols side by side giving you the feeling that you are actually holding some type of alien weapon.  the XYBA buttons are on the pistol grips.  Forcing the user to use his/her ring finger and middle fingers on each hand to operate them.  The purpose of this is so that your thumbs never have to leave the sticks.  Giving the warrior extra time to aim and never miss a beat.  This is an extreme advantage while playing a game like Halo while your opponent is fumbling around looking for the lunge button you already have your finger on it and smash the butt end of your rifle into his skull killing him instantly and leaving you victorious on the field of battle.  The only down Fall of this controller is that the thumbstick are very touchy giving you an inadequate taste in your mouth as you carefully place a bullet between the eyes of an unsuspecting foe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nyko "king in its own heart"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can be used as a Weapon against zombies&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Great when given to an advisary to use&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can pick up chicks if used with the right belt, shoes combination&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Heavy (only a good thing when fighting zombies)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Loud&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;soft feeling buttons (only good when they are on a women)&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Smells like old farts&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Makes a terrible thanksgiving dinner center piece&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Gamester "my controller brings all the boys to the yard"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Pros:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Good feel&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Excellent Concept&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;looks like something buck rogers would use fightin bad guys&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Has 3 programmable button sets with LCD screen&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Transforms into portable karaoke machine for partys on the go&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;enables a drunken Creepster to acheive a Killtacular while all of his drunken friends are watching&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;9 out of 10 ninjas recommend brushing with this controller&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Cons:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Impossible to play any other game type other than First Person Shooters&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Can't find a good belt, shoe combo for this controller to pick up chicks&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Thumbsticks are too sensitive&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trigger pull is a touch on the light side&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conclusion:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of these controllers suck.  In a fight I believe that the Nyko would win just cause it out weighs the the gamester.  Although the gamesters special abilites of having a LCD screen could come in handy if you needed some make shift single color tv to brainwash the masses of loyal followers you have picked up over the years.  If this is the case then see me about total world domination.  Otherwise, there is no point at owning either of these controllers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-113596539963891402?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/113596539963891402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=113596539963891402' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113596539963891402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113596539963891402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2005/12/war-of-poo-controllers.html' title='War of the Poo Controllers'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-113589261881082439</id><published>2005-12-29T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T16:43:38.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Masters of the Lagiverse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/lsm.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 189px; height: 328px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/lsm.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This one goes out to you Mr. CantStopBlogging.  You live your life through updated messages as if somewhere, somehow, you'll find some piece of imformation that will make it all worth while.  Striving to update till your eyes bleed.  Keeping it so that the everyday public who stumbles across your little part of the net may have an open window into your life.  Have a cold one on me.  If it wasn't for people like you the internet wouldn't be any fun (except for porn).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"the lag is strong in this one my friend.........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May the lag be with you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-113589261881082439?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/113589261881082439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=113589261881082439' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113589261881082439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113589261881082439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2005/12/masters-of-lagiverse.html' title='Masters of the Lagiverse'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-113566476852052271</id><published>2005-12-27T01:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T01:26:08.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something Corporate Sponsorship</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/Just%20Do%20It.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/Just%20Do%20It.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I told those bastards at Nike to stop using the mold of my body for all their in store adds.  This calls for some serious action.  It is my duty to follow through and see to it that this doesn't happen to all of the other people who have molds of thier bodies floating around department stores without thier permission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/petergriffin2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/200/petergriffin2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Peter Griffin Say : "hehehehehehehehehehehehe you said duty."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-113566476852052271?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/113566476852052271/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=113566476852052271' title='48 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113566476852052271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113566476852052271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2005/12/something-corporate-sponsorship.html' title='Something Corporate Sponsorship'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>48</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-113554426811597961</id><published>2005-12-25T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-25T15:57:48.133-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Killing on Christmas Eve</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/MVC-206F.jpg"&gt;Fig 1a.&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/MVC-206F.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Twas the night before christmas and all through the house not a gamer was sturring. Lukelagwalker was housing. As seen in Fig 1a. the proper technique at using the iron sights on a gewher 43 to inflict mortal damage upon an enemy. This is the second late night in a lukelagwalker and I have spent our precious time drooling over the wonderful graphics and gameplay of Call of Duty 2. And now for the killing.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/MVC-198F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/200/MVC-198F.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you could see his face you might think he is a zombie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/MVC-201F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/200/MVC-201F.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You like it with the lights on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/MVC-202F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/200/MVC-202F.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;How bout playing with the lights off? (sexy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/MVC-207F.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/200/MVC-207F.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;If you are on the other end of this you are probably dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-113554426811597961?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/113554426811597961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=113554426811597961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113554426811597961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113554426811597961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2005/12/killing-on-christmas-eve.html' title='Killing on Christmas Eve'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-113471814275456449</id><published>2005-12-16T02:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T02:29:02.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>San Dimas High School Football Rules</title><content type='html'>This one goes out to the three people that read my blog.  I love you guys.  Why is it that adolescent people feel the need for DRAMA.  Life goes on.  No matter what happens you are going to wake up the next morning still breathing.  You'll have to get through the next day the same as you got through the last.  You find love, you lose it.  It happens everyday on a huge scale all over the world. Another day will come to pass and you never know what you will find.  Doors will open and the sun will shine.  I just don't understand the need for the DRAMA.  Is there something in the subconcious of younger people.  Do they think they aren't important unless some sort of DRAMA is involved in their life.  We have all lived through the High School phase of our lives, and the time is now upon us to move on.  People feel the need to hold on to the past as though the harder they believe that it is true it will happen again.  Feelings change like the clothes on our backs.  It is hard to see through the eyes of immaturity.  They are clouded and don't want to see what the world has to offer.  Because the things that are around you are safe and simple.  Once a person realizes that there is more in life than searching for a High School that doesn't exist the growing process begins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You don't have to believe me, I mean who am I.  I'm just some lonely ass 24 year old guy who has nothing but a few friends and wouldn't trade them for anything in the world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May my thoughts help someone to see the light................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-113471814275456449?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/113471814275456449/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=113471814275456449' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113471814275456449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113471814275456449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2005/12/san-dimas-high-school-football-rules.html' title='San Dimas High School Football Rules'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-113460622097193649</id><published>2005-12-14T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-14T19:23:40.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I only had a brain</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;I would create a way to have guitar hero everywhere I go.  In the car, on a bus, while eating dinner, and maybe even while on the crapper.  Portable guitar hero would quite possibly be the ultimate fix to any gamers addiction.  Who wouldn't want to be hanging out in a lobby waiting for a  job interview rocking it out to some HELMET!!!!!!!!!.   You could wow all the girls during your highschool lunch period with your incredible rendition of More than a feeling........ People would flock to hear the sweet wailing of a sentual axe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/GuitarHeroPSP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 145px;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/GuitarHeroPSP.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Now all you would need is a really small guitar with half the buttons you actually need to make this dream a reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-113460622097193649?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/113460622097193649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=113460622097193649' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113460622097193649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113460622097193649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2005/12/if-i-only-had-brain.html' title='If I only had a brain'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-113453552122919821</id><published>2005-12-13T23:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-13T23:45:21.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Luke and the Wookie make big splash</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/imperials_holo-player.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/imperials_holo-player.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lukelagwalker has rediscovered himself yet once again. He has now become Axel Steel and started his own band LUKE AND THE WOOKIE. Total immersion has just set in and a pic of the band has just been released.  This is naturally in the dressing room (looks suprisingly like my basement) before the show.  They are getting ready to rock out the Freak Pit (my living room), an easily accessable garage venue that is restarted by only the push of a button.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-113453552122919821?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/113453552122919821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=113453552122919821' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113453552122919821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113453552122919821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2005/12/luke-and-wookie-make-big-splash.html' title='Luke and the Wookie make big splash'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-113400953016823279</id><published>2005-12-07T21:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T21:38:50.176-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Post #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/ball_messengertilorg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/ball_messengertilorg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/core_messengertilorg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/320/core_messengertilorg.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ahhhhhh........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet spherical bliss. The Columbia Ti Messenger Low Rg&lt;br /&gt;the second model of the Messenger.  Can't wait to heave this puppy down the lane.  I will be burning through heads and shredding up backends.  The pins will stand no chance against me united with this weapon.  Total annihilation will be brought upon any bowling alley standing in my way of total domination.  Beware of the Messenger!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is greating rolling down an alley 15 pounds at a time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-113400953016823279?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/113400953016823279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=113400953016823279' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113400953016823279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113400953016823279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2005/12/post-2.html' title='Post #2'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-19647177.post-113392810435568639</id><published>2005-12-06T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T23:01:44.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Beginning</title><content type='html'>This is the start of probably something beautiful........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah right we all  know this is gonna be a train wreck.  One that you can't take your eyes off of.&lt;br /&gt;After your read this you will realize the truth behind the man they once called Creepster and now you only know of his presence as THE GUITAR HERO...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First post and loving it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/19647177-113392810435568639?l=creepsta.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/feeds/113392810435568639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=19647177&amp;postID=113392810435568639' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113392810435568639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/19647177/posts/default/113392810435568639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://creepsta.blogspot.com/2005/12/new-beginning.html' title='A New Beginning'/><author><name>Creepster</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17084146750530034300</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/6460/1948/1600/guitarhero.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
