<?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-5740195</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:01:57.853-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The AZ-5 button on our collective attitudes.</title><subtitle type='html'>The Oklahoma Complaint</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>68</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-109481005567252222</id><published>2004-09-10T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T02:54:15.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So this is my version of "site maintainence."  Just a post to keep the blood circulating.  I cut off a finger, but its back.  Not as nice, not as fancy, but when has that ever mattered to me, eh'?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/109481005567252222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/109481005567252222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109481005567252222' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-108498568392425320</id><published>2004-05-19T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T09:54:43.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man ... our printer here at work really doesn't sound pretty ...Anyway, so I'm still a' Halfbaking, still in the computer biz, and still a little fed up with everything.  The riding weather is good, but I got this new tattoo, so it makes it a little difficult.and I re-cut my hawk.  I love that.  I need to buy some mousse to really stick it up good.  Best wishes and lots of love to the Kites </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/108498568392425320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/108498568392425320'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108498568392425320' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-108333779009449063</id><published>2004-04-30T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-30T08:12:57.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, another Friday.  Gonna leave for Cresson, TX this evening for the CMRA race.  I'm supposed to be cornerworking, and I'm low on sleep as it is. So now I have to drive a few hours to work a few hours, and I have NO clue where I'm going.  (story of my life, right?) ... more later, were actually getting BUSINESS!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/108333779009449063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/108333779009449063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108333779009449063' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-108325275008887464</id><published>2004-04-29T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T08:35:36.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chez JoelOk, so I've seen an increase of resopnsibility, and zero increase of pay (so far).  The "training the new guy" that will eventually replace us all gig is "so far so good" for "now."  Its just a little after open, and I'm about to head on over to Sarah's Lavender Blog for a while and check up on some cook folks and their happeneings.  Nothing really REALLY new.  This new dude Jamal is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/108325275008887464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/108325275008887464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108325275008887464' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-108282794557805277</id><published>2004-04-24T10:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T10:39:04.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey, Its Señor Peeg!  Its a fair strip thats fairly funny.  One of my top picks to take over the universe.  More hot chicks and good food, however none quite seem to latch-on to the fat punk kid.  I still refer to myself as a "kid"  - I just think its more fun that way.  Also be sure to check out White Ninja.  They update it every Tuesday and Saturday.  One of the BEST comic strips out there,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/108282794557805277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/108282794557805277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108282794557805277' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-108266641935906093</id><published>2004-04-22T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-22T13:43:18.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok - so we're back again.  I know, I know, its been a few months, but not all is the same as months past.  Did the racing thing for a bit.  Did the loving thing for a bit.  Did the drinking thing for a bit.  Nothing is different.  I'm listening to a lot of Casualties and Anti-Flag.  Seems as though the good 'ol punk is coming back.  About to move back to 'rillo.  Although I don't exactly know </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/108266641935906093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/108266641935906093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108266641935906093' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-107134842182481772</id><published>2003-12-13T12:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T12:47:50.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good GOD its been a long time since I've posted ... hmm ... well, like I said, this thing is dying a slow internet death.  I haven't had much time to post with, and not much worthy content to post.  I'm doing my best not to make this STRICLY my rant page ...GREAT ska band  called Special Disaster Team from here in Norman ... they are BADASS ... right up there with BFS for favorite live </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/107134842182481772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/107134842182481772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107134842182481772' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106945631976688063</id><published>2003-11-21T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T15:12:26.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn, another Friday, another halfbakery bday ... Got everything on the WAY today reguarding my fairing work ... toruns out some asshat didn't get my order processed on 11/5, so its shipping TODAY (11/21) ironically, Trey is foregoing that crap too ... some asshat at Zero Gravity didn't actually enter his order, or process it, so he had to re-pay, and re-ship everything from those folks ... gotta</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106945631976688063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106945631976688063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106945631976688063' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106917989622899736</id><published>2003-11-18T10:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-18T10:42:42.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>recentI think my blog is dying a slow, cold death ... yeah ...Anyway, got our shirts in from the Halfbakery ... Trey and I are opening up our version aptly named the "Halfbikery" as a race team ... and all is well ... we'd like to welcome the Halfbakery as a sponsor (or sorts) for F&amp;D Racing ... we love you guys and gals halfbaking their days away ... so we have our cool t-shirts in, and we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106917989622899736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106917989622899736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106917989622899736' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106822185181129292</id><published>2003-11-07T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T08:17:29.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>man, last night was one of the best in a while ... had a fire ... roasted some old motherboards, burned a couple of phone books, made a mess, and tried to put out the fire in out fireplace with a garden hose ...GOtta call Blue in a bit and see if everything si kosher with his computer dealings ... recently our boss has launched an all-out assault on the Dell computer corporation ... we ARE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106822185181129292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106822185181129292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106822185181129292' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106806186164540289</id><published>2003-11-05T11:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T11:51:00.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think I'm starting to get REALLY lazy with all this cold weather -- I didn't post yesterday, and I really wasn't thinking about posting today, until Trey said something to me about it ... Somehow I'm less than optomistic about things this time of year ... I ordered the fairing stay today for the fairing work that hopefully coming in soon -- our sponsors, I'm told have neglected to send the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106806186164540289'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106806186164540289'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106806186164540289' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106788284545328915</id><published>2003-11-03T10:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T10:07:24.163-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOo ... another badass weekend.  Drank ... a LOT ... got chased by the cops ... a LOT ... did engine work on my bike, and STILL ended up single.  Damn, thats a good weekend.Starts out with BLue arriving arround 3am on Saturday morning.  Played MotoGP2, discussed the business, and had some fun ... sleep until 10:00 Sat. morning.Rainy day ... the possibility of Blue getting some ride time on my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106788284545328915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106788284545328915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106788284545328915' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106761842994921344</id><published>2003-10-31T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T08:40:28.766-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It has recently occured to me that I'm in a slump ... some low-point in the action ... UNTIL TODAY ... we've got parties lined-up out the door, and into the street.  Talked to Blue ... he may be making an appearance, and TheMatt also may be making an appearance ... hopefully, TheGuys are gonna be here, and FUCKIT -- I'm gonna party ... thats all there is to it.Talked to a good friend back and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106761842994921344'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106761842994921344'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106761842994921344' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106747282082895474</id><published>2003-10-29T16:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T16:13:38.756-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Positive points when you get stopped by the policeman, the Half Bakery is badass ... anyway ... a good day in a string of bad days ... I may be speaking to soon, but I don't care.  I gues if I'm gonna go, don't make it look like you hesitated.  F&amp;D RACING IS LOOKING FOR SPONSORS ... some folks willing to pitch-in some money for a privateer race team.  We're not very good, and we don't have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106747282082895474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106747282082895474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106747282082895474' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106736282121881915</id><published>2003-10-28T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T09:40:20.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back for another Tuesday ... no new stories of mayhem or dlelgerence ... not in the mood for complaining today ... I dunno ... this is funny ... just gonna kick it at work until I get to go home ... trying to think up ways of getting new parts on the bike ... through sponsorship, donation, or theft ... ok ... not so sure on "theft" but I need new tyres ... and fairing work ... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106736282121881915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106736282121881915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106736282121881915' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106727422742523192</id><published>2003-10-27T09:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T09:03:47.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh crap, the boss hit the blogs last week ... oh well ... Now employed to walk about campus tha advertise the company ... as fun as that may sound, I'm not the absolute best in open social situations like that ... uncool for me, but seeing as how I do enjoy the paychecks, I accept the task ... through gritted teeth ... Anyway, the weekend was pretty good ... a super happy birthday to RiceJ </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106727422742523192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106727422742523192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106727422742523192' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106702906089035884</id><published>2003-10-24T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T13:57:39.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, this has to be one of the shittiest work Fridays yet ... OU is laughing as we stick out collective corporate customer-service toungues in their asses.  OU is a good school.  Unfortunately, its located in Oklafuckinghoma, and the people are idiots.  Period.  Anyway ... dunno exactly what going down for this weeken.  If I'll be drinking, it won't be on my dime.  Had to cough-up arround $200 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106702906089035884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106702906089035884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106702906089035884' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106701234581665574</id><published>2003-10-24T09:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-24T09:19:05.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOo -- funny thing just happened ... heres the story:Thuesday - major customer calls in to order 6 pieces of memory from us.  I say "alrighty, we can have ther here by Thursday."  and quote him a price.  He says "Alright - See you Thursday." and all is well ...Thursday - major customer calls.him: Is my RAM in?me: Yep. Just came off the truck.him: I thought you were going to call me.me:  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106701234581665574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106701234581665574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106701234581665574' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106694390728388807</id><published>2003-10-23T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T14:18:27.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HA! ... no blogging yesterday ... had to format/reinstall XP on my work box.  sucks, but its good to be working on a fresh install again ... no REAL news today ... same as always ...  working on Saturday, sucks.  Party as usual.  cool ...Still very bored, and still very much pissed off ... What Would Jesus Do for a Klondike bar? ... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106694390728388807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106694390728388807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106694390728388807' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106677757099741479</id><published>2003-10-21T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T16:06:11.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Women Are Monsters.  just an update.  that is all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106677757099741479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106677757099741479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106677757099741479' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106677413732973298</id><published>2003-10-21T15:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T15:08:57.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All crazy boring at work ... quietly watching a maching ScanDisk from across the office ... played a little Max Payne, but its getting far too fustrating ... watched Trey play Vice City for a while ... back to boredom ... its days like this that really make a black-collar drone like me question reality ... the abstract concept of time is evidently the biggest Joke going.  Nothing to do, no one to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106677413732973298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106677413732973298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106677413732973298' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106667384913937851</id><published>2003-10-20T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T11:17:29.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Party weekend ... was good ... had a good time ... and have a story ...Ok, so this chick ... StripJ had a birthday ... she's hot ... real hot ... and she has(had) my beer tap.Now, RiceJ and I went to great lengths to "obtain" this Pony Tap ... its THE tap ... making a long story short, this party RiceJ and I went to bombed ... hardcore ... preppie asshole EVERYWHERE ... so we pull a hostile </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106667384913937851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106667384913937851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106667384913937851' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106667287105936972</id><published>2003-10-20T11:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T11:01:11.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Party weekend ... was good ... had a good time ... and have a story ...Ok, so this chick ... StripJ had a birthday ... she's hot ... real hot ... and she has(had) my beer tap.Now, RiceJ and I went to great lengths to "obtain" this Pony Tap ... its THE tap ... making a long story short, this party RiceJ and I went to bombed ... hardcore ... preppie asshole EVERYWHERE ... so we pull a hostile </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106667287105936972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106667287105936972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106667287105936972' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106642719209705926</id><published>2003-10-17T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T14:46:31.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOoHOo ... idiots AHOY! ... fuck this guy, and his "you should have it" ass ... and please notice WE DO NOT ... repeat ... do NOT negotiate on prices ... there is a price for the goods and services offered my my company, and FUCK YOU if you think the everyday employee can do anythinga bout it ... A guy came in yesterday and said "$700 - out the door cash!" ... I think his total was like $726 or</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106642719209705926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106642719209705926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106642719209705926' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106640888127101290</id><published>2003-10-17T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T09:41:21.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOoHOo ... its Show time! ... Casualties and the Murphs' in OKC on the 20th ... this is gonna be badass (again) ... I've already seen the Dropkick Murpheys on the Warped Tour, and that was a hella show, but here it goes again ... this time with some Casualties action too ... still need the Vandals, though ...Friday night ... still have a LOT of spirits at the house that need consumption ... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106640888127101290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106640888127101290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106640888127101290' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106625512128439836</id><published>2003-10-15T14:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T14:58:40.643-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OOH, news ... check this site out here ... its an independent site from our pals up North ... figured I'd have to give credit to SOMEONE, SOMEWHERE ... Zuckervati.com is pretty well organized and has fresh content ... I highly recomend giving it a look ... and TRUST me, if I could afford plane tickets for the Zuckervati squad, you'd be a part of the obligatory Fri./Sat. night party ... OH ... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106625512128439836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106625512128439836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106625512128439836' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106625431452679768</id><published>2003-10-15T14:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T14:45:14.230-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OOoh, the Greek had the right idea in designing their food ... its bad-looking, smelly, built off of garlic, olives, onions and oil (grease?) ... so its all GOOD ... like bowling alley food ... just a few millenia before the bowling alley ...So back into the boredom ... was privelaged enough to take-in some Beavis and Butthead while chewing the Greek ... had a few customers, and all I'm really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106625431452679768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106625431452679768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106625431452679768' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106623768065497352</id><published>2003-10-15T10:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T10:08:00.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey, folks ... sorry for no post yesterday, but I was a little preoccupied with the Beavis and Butthead marathon put on yesterday by you pals at F&amp;D Racing ... we started downloading all we could find ... so we're going over it again today ...Work is slow ... sucks ... but we finally got a microwave for work, so we can eat our Ramen ... and watch our Beavis and Butthead ... its so fun to watch </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106623768065497352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106623768065497352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106623768065497352' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106606936430686776</id><published>2003-10-13T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T11:22:44.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Blue for the artistic shot of the Bikes this weekend ... *UPDATE* we're gonna miss the last track day of this season at Hallett ... sucks ... UNLESS we can raise $100 for track fee ... send us some stickers, or pics, and we'll GLADLY fly your logo on the bikes for a donation of $30 or more ...  we're poor folks with motivaiton, and no tickets ... enjoy the new pics of the bikes, and the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106606936430686776'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106606936430686776'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106606936430686776' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106605661824808957</id><published>2003-10-13T07:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T07:50:17.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still alive after this weekend(?) ... only sure because of the pain ... I hate that SHIT ... Friday was awesome, and SaturDAY was awesome ... Saturday evening FUCKING SUCKED ... I partied too hard ... way too hard ...past that, I'm not really going to elaborate ... I probably made a lot of enemies Sat. night ... if they can't take a joke, fuck them ... I needed to get seriously hurt, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106605661824808957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106605661824808957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106605661824808957' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106573929900087999</id><published>2003-10-09T15:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T15:41:38.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOoHOo ... the TLR exaust is in, and boy are these cans heavy ... I think it just shot-down my duals idea ... there's not going to be any performance gain from the cans to overcome the weight ... these bastards are f*cking heavy ... so we're off to the muffler shop Sat. ... gotta call Dubber on that one ... looks like the pictures are on for tonight ... gonna have some fun, and report later ... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106573929900087999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106573929900087999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106573929900087999' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106571225028770863</id><published>2003-10-09T08:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-09T08:10:50.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Little new news today --- after a few days of sleep deprivation *ahem* ... and a few phone calls, I realize this blog is reaching more and more people (every day?) ... anyway, I have yet another old friend to add to the mix ... folks, meet ShelB ... I know I posted a few days back about standing up her and another great friend of mine Joe ... I still feel really bad about that, but you're liable </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106571225028770863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106571225028770863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106571225028770863' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106562549204612826</id><published>2003-10-08T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T08:04:52.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, the battle is over, and all is well ... things yesterday went suprisingly well ... I personally was planning on the worst case scenario ... but that wasn't the case ... thankfully, no one got pissed and thats pretty much it ... the prollem has been resolved ...In other news, we're looking for a GSXR 600 for my man Blue in 'rillo ... used ot new, just reasonable, or rebuildable ... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106562549204612826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106562549204612826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106562549204612826' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106554538690967871</id><published>2003-10-07T09:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T09:49:46.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I get this call this mornging at arround 8 -- calling before noon a crime punishable by DEATH or worse on a weekday ... "you might wanna call this guy and tell him what you did to his computer ... he's a little tense and might lose his job." ... WELL FUCKING GREAT ... so I place a call ... talk to an irate OKIE for 20 mins on the topic of "you fucked up my computer" and "I said NOT to do that"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106554538690967871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106554538690967871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106554538690967871' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106545720370021528</id><published>2003-10-06T09:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T09:20:03.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This weekend was a real mix of emotions ... not to sound emo or anything ... party on Sat. ... planned a road trip on Sun ... OK wins this round ... fuck I hate OK To my dear friends Joe and ShelB ... due to circumstances beyond my control, I was unable to make Amarilo ... I will be placing the apropriate calls later today after I get off of work ... Joe, ShelB, I apologize for standing you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106545720370021528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106545720370021528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106545720370021528' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106521796001279648</id><published>2003-10-03T14:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T14:52:39.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bringing back the past funny sites (its been a boring day) ... CAPALERT.com ... these folks are really off the handle ... I mean, these folks are the stereotypical souther-Baptist freakos ... can't say as though I like these folks, but they're funny as FUCK(?) ... they can't even watch more than 37 minutes of SLC Punk ... Sorry if I'm getting a little ahead of myself, but I hate these people --</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106521796001279648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106521796001279648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106521796001279648' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106520012271578280</id><published>2003-10-03T09:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T09:55:22.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is starting off humbly enough ... not writing with a hangover - w00t! Lets see ... its a Friday ... have beer, will drink ... unfortunately, have work tomorrow, but it means more money for me ... at first I thought I wanted a career, but then I realized all I want is paycheques ... money makes the bike move faster ... speaking of faster, I have dual TLR exaust ON THE WAY ... and for a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106520012271578280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106520012271578280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106520012271578280' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106513206704421778</id><published>2003-10-02T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T15:01:07.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SO I think its kinda funny that MissH is having JimE prollems again ... I get to burn someone's house down ... w00t ... and I have a blog audience ... which, I have to say is quite odd ... not every time I post I have some watching everything I type ... p0rn is good ... anyway ... HALO is crap ... no coop mulitplayer -- sucks ... the multiplayer is half-assed, and I dunno ... its the same old </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106513206704421778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106513206704421778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106513206704421778' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106496535312717898</id><published>2003-09-30T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T16:42:32.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SO today wasn't SO bad ... got bl0wn up there at the end ... my pre-order of HALO comes out tomorrow ... I'm excited ... like gamer's christmas eve ...MissH came by today and kicked it for a while ... helped aleviate some of the boredom ... still hating Norman ... its DEAD -- DEAD DEAD DEAD more later ... or sooner ... but prolly later ... aplenty of HALO action</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106496535312717898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106496535312717898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106496535312717898' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106486515812133435</id><published>2003-09-29T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T13:06:28.413-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I doubt the story of the Warped Tour 2003 made the blog or not, but while there, I met someone SO cool ... well, meet Lisa ... I have got to say, that throughout my years of traveling as much as I can, and drinking to drown my woes, there is still someone I love to remember ... I actaully met Lisa during one of the worst times of my life; when I had to put up with a stupid dramatic wh0re ... THAT</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106486515812133435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106486515812133435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106486515812133435' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106484888381408573</id><published>2003-09-29T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-29T08:55:43.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>w00t ... one more weekend party outta the way ... had a fun meeting, but it semed like everyone and their brother wanted their ass kicked Saturday ... so we party ...One other interesting little tidbit of information I heard this weekend is that our house is now, evidently Norman lore ... 2 guys come over (we only know them as "theguys") having only heard that there was a place in town with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106484888381408573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106484888381408573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106484888381408573' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106468881021963636</id><published>2003-09-27T11:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T11:54:44.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOo -- another night of drag racing, and my little SV is getting pretty respectable for exactly what it is ... projects to come incluse dual TLR Exaust, 'busa pistons and maybe a re-gear ... thus giving me "halfa-busa"  status, but the re-gear and new pistons are sown the road a little ... the exasut is on the way :DThe plan set forth, we have PROOF of our racing adventures ... last night I was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106468881021963636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106468881021963636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106468881021963636' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106461848187956081</id><published>2003-09-26T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T11:43:59.930-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>COME AND GET EM! ... NEW OFFICIAL F&amp;D RACING ANTI-EMBARRASSMENT RACING HOOD! ... this stylish hood is made of 100% crap-brown paper from a local convenience store! ... The Former contents were 2 Vanilla Cokes and a bag of chips, this indespensible piece of ego-saftey equipment is the #1, top-selling model of its class!PICK YOURS UP TODAY!A view of the stylish FRONT and BACK ... Don't be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106461848187956081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106461848187956081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106461848187956081' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106458969721081502</id><published>2003-09-26T08:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T08:30:35.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yet another useless rant on chicks:Ok, so this chick I met is pretty cool -- not a psycho, cute, good sense of humor, pretty much all it takes for me ... so last night I seem to have stepped in yet another relationship trap - SO NOW I DON'T GIVE A FUCK ... all this grooming, and acting  someone does for opposite sex, I understand, I really really do -- I just choose not to participate ... the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106458969721081502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106458969721081502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106458969721081502' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106452025508846739</id><published>2003-09-25T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T13:04:15.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>NEW SPLIT9 STICKERS ARE IN! ... e-mail me for your free stickers TODAY! ... and check out this cool F&amp;D Racing swag ... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106452025508846739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106452025508846739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106452025508846739' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106450528395640721</id><published>2003-09-25T08:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T08:54:43.346-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THE INTER NET IS ALIVE AGAIN ... I haven't posted because this is the first time this week I could even get to post ... COX INTERNET SUCKS ... yeah ...Last weekend was a hoot ... drunken mayhem 2 days in a row ... action aplenty, and I gotta date too! ... just start listening to the Vandals now, because thats pretty much the situation.Fark is funny ... haven't really been able to report on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106450528395640721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106450528395640721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106450528395640721' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106400751667505332</id><published>2003-09-19T14:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T14:38:36.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn, today is PERFECT ... little wind, clear, mild, 70s-ish day ... one day that I could wait LIFETIME to see ... Absolutely perfect until this asshole and his fat beeyotch walked into my store ... acconpanying him was one of our cool return customers ... anyway, the cool customer was just that ... cool ... but is fucking asshole friend, seemed to think he had a deck of cards up his sleve, or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106400751667505332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106400751667505332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106400751667505332' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106398506699956012</id><published>2003-09-19T08:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T08:24:26.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gotta wier call last night ... it seems as though one of ther people I've had the MOST respect for in my life has met my arch nemesis ... its not exactly a reciepe for disaster, but it certainly makes for an odd feeling ... haven't posted all week ... I've been sleeping, and going to work .. and breaking things, but nothing's really been going on ...Plan for tonight ... drive a gocart drunk ...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106398506699956012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106398506699956012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106398506699956012' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106356269613487441</id><published>2003-09-14T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T11:04:56.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FOCK my ribs hurt ... This post a quick run-down of last night's activities ... I'm not 100% certain on all fo this, but if any objective 3rd parties would like to help clarify, I'll be more than glad to post it here ... so here goes ...Ok ... last night in 'rillo starts humble enough ... we see some old friends, visit with some family, and have a decent tim ... I personally can't wait to get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106356269613487441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106356269613487441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106356269613487441' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106353468452933038</id><published>2003-09-14T03:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T03:18:04.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BLLAAAAHHH ... puKe ... "aww, shit ... quit puKing on yourself ... aww, Blue ... sit up!"    *SPEW, PUkE, SPLATT* ...... "WOoHOo!" ...   "LOOK AT THAT! ... SWEET!! ... DUDE, COME LOOK AT THIS!" ... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106353468452933038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106353468452933038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106353468452933038' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106352946078359885</id><published>2003-09-14T01:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T01:54:00.033-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOoHoo ... finally an actual ddrunken post! ... as it happens Joe says "high" and Blue is currently partaking of hard beverage ... gotta birthday party on hand for tomorrow, and I'm glad to be in Amarillo for the weekend ...right now I'm watching "Discovery Times" and listening to folks talk on the patio ... right now all I can think about are the wh0res I've almost hooked up with ... "ThePop",</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106352946078359885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106352946078359885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106352946078359885' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106340422352365118</id><published>2003-09-12T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T15:03:43.580-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TODAY IS GOOD! ... our GREAT FRIENDS at Madlosers.com have graciously given us a home to post pics to ... WE HAVE PICTURES ... my first test picture is here ... its a self portrait ... sucks, ya can't see the mohawk in that one ... at that point it was upwards of 6" ... but thoes are bygone days ... don't get me wrong, I'm still dying for another blue 'hawk ... but work won't allow it ... and I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106340422352365118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106340422352365118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106340422352365118' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106338999790541905</id><published>2003-09-12T11:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-12T11:06:37.926-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOoHOo ... finally fucking Friday! ... ghetto car night, and the Texans are in TOWN ...Usually I don't give any credit to Oklafuckinghomans, or show a lot of pride for Texas, but living here makes hell look like a Club Med vacation ...Ok, so picture this (and we're gonna TRY to) ... Trey's '86 Toyota 4-runner ... minus doors, hood, topper, and now add 4 people in helmets and the standard </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106338999790541905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106338999790541905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106338999790541905' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106314667035098077</id><published>2003-09-09T15:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T15:31:10.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think things are getting more and more mundane arround here ... the same old vocabulary, the same old crap ... you know ... the little town stigma -- however, this town is not without its forigners ... had an Aussie (forgive me if its not the case) gentleman in here today as well as some Chinese immigrant ... he's really cool ... and the Auss gave us beer money ... w00tPut the Brian Deneke </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106314667035098077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106314667035098077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106314667035098077' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106314579807347276</id><published>2003-09-09T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-09T15:16:38.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WOoHOo ... new UPDATE ... so as I was minding my own business, Trey decided to laugh at how funny I can curse and misspell things on this page ... guilty as charged, I guess ...Party on Sat. was GOOOOD ... except the breaking of perfectly good drinking glasses, and some preppy jerks that showed up ...I'm scratching as hard as I can for material for this story ... its not the traditional saga </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106314579807347276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106314579807347276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106314579807347276' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106286877040345083</id><published>2003-09-06T10:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T10:19:30.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HEY, dragracing is BADASS ... now for the much anticipated story of pain, glory, and embarrassment ... Last night started out humbly enough with Trey recieving his desperately needed spark plugs ... well, not so much DESPERATELY ... completely is a better adjective ... without them his bike would have remained static ... So we call Dubber right after work, and get busy fixing The Gixxer up ..</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106286877040345083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106286877040345083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106286877040345083' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106280510618230469</id><published>2003-09-05T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T16:38:26.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMFG, I'm about to kill his guy that just walked in ... luckily Trey's distracting him while I write this ... if I could scream and throw shit, I WOULD ... this is THE PERSON I have to eradicate from the face of the earth! ... he's about to get a boot to de head ... DAAAAAAAH! ... he's about as wide as he is tall, and wearing sweats, and WOn'T let me finnish a sentence ... and for this he shall </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106280510618230469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106280510618230469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106280510618230469' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106268766544602530</id><published>2003-09-04T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-04T08:01:05.340-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey -- just figured since I hadn't had any new material in a while I'd blow some time by updating here -- I said "blow" .. huh huhYeah, so I heard this really awesome story the other night that involved a good friend of mine and a lady friend of his ... I must admit, I was in stitches for a good long while ... hey, Czes, if ya ever wanna post a story on here, juyst e-mail it to me, and I'll get</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106268766544602530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106268766544602530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106268766544602530' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106253890269764659</id><published>2003-09-02T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T14:41:42.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Work sucks ... its a Tuesday, and nothing is happening -- I hate people who don't know what BATHING is ...we just had a rush of people that reak of smoke and some disgusting personal odor ... kinda like the po0psmith at HomeStarRunner ... but these people could talk ... much to my dismayI'm going to take this time to admit to whom ever is reading this that I have a few prejudices ... Old </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106253890269764659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106253890269764659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106253890269764659' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106251848429097404</id><published>2003-09-02T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T09:09:59.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cool, so a post-weekend round up, and we're off to the races for another work week ... kinda sucks, but its payin the bills (?).Got a cool new Rancid shirt today ... they're new CD's out, but I haven't really had the pleasure of checking the whole thing out ... In fact, I'm listning to "Fall Back Down" right now, and I'm liking it, even though the weather's been CRAP for the apst few days ... </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106251848429097404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106251848429097404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106251848429097404' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106235983763261231</id><published>2003-08-31T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T01:30:11.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so this Friday was pretty badass ... drunken mayhem in the greatest sense ... Friday was full of keg-killing, friends, and puKing (w00t)It all started out humbly enough with the usual drinking crew, and a freshly clean house ... I think my roommate and I cleaned for a good 1-1.5 hours in preperation, but it was well worth it, seeing as how at that point the house was as clean as I've ever </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106235983763261231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106235983763261231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106235983763261231' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106219039660812625</id><published>2003-08-29T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T14:10:10.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so today is fucking boring ... to NO END is it boring, but in other news, "Its about time for a party at my house" ... and preppies will be violently thrown from the residence onto their faces ... horrible fact, but I can't STAND to party arround preps ... bad shit happens arroud preps and alcohol ... like me ... so for now I'll be fielding phone calls from idiots for the sake of a paycheck, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106219039660812625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106219039660812625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106219039660812625' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106216800257874472</id><published>2003-08-29T07:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-29T07:40:02.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So here we go for another work day ... pig party plans this weeknd, and a suprising lack of money -- sucks.  In other news, had to deal with the land-lord(s) today, and had another experience with the "people I hate."  I've also notices while sitting in the store, there's a great number of hot chicks on bikes (not motorcycles).  While I still look for just one to hop on the back of mine, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106216800257874472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106216800257874472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106216800257874472' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106210738060306804</id><published>2003-08-28T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T14:55:41.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey, I just found this swank lettle linking feature to my right here ---------&gt;&gt;If you think of any cool links, just e-mail me at split9_@hotmail.com, and I'll see what I can do about giving them a view, and hopefully a post ... all for now ... enjoi, folks!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106210738060306804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106210738060306804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106210738060306804' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106210427352399484</id><published>2003-08-28T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T13:57:53.560-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SO here we go again into the "people I hate topic" ... folks with a better deal somewhere else piss me off a LOT ... the "well, its $$$ cheaper somewhere else" argument makes me want to open a shoe store in one's ass ... but aside from the PEOPLE, the town is crap ... the scene is crap, and I con't for the LIFE of me find someone arround town that a half decent rider ... but now this guy is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106210427352399484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106210427352399484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106210427352399484' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106209917444841450</id><published>2003-08-28T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T12:36:51.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fark -- fark rocksOk, so I'm also trying to keep postings on this so my friends at home and abroad can stop asking me "how are things?" ... see&gt; ... its all done for ya! ... but anyway, expect to see a lot of useless rantings and other forms of useless humor here ... of course there are some people here that I really can't stand, and you'll probably be hearing a lot about thoes folks, and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106209917444841450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106209917444841450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106209917444841450' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106209884854632024</id><published>2003-08-28T12:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T12:27:28.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GOTO http://www.madlosers.com and chick out my good buddy Dave, and all the loser rantings and ravings of madness from SParky and the lot ... enjoy!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106209884854632024'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106209884854632024'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106209884854632024' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5740195.post-106209877194743835</id><published>2003-08-28T12:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T12:26:11.950-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow -- so I find this blog thing with the google pop-up blocker I found and this isn't so bad ... its an internet fad that I'm hopelessly buying into ... w00t?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106209877194743835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5740195/posts/default/106209877194743835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://split9.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106209877194743835' title=''/><author><name>W.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13526363355368891399</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
