<?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-10447461</id><updated>2011-12-14T21:11:30.707-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Idiot Next to Me</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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>41</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-4713778976339511345</id><published>2007-05-15T01:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T01:30:56.222-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiot Bastards</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Listen up assholes... and you know who you are.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;When I blog and use this as an outlet or to create awareness of how a company uses poor business practices, I don't expect idiots to post comments about me elsewhere on the internet.  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Blah blah blah if you're so smart then start your own company blah blah blah... Shut it!  &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;A few things to point out:  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;I am not Dave. Please know what  you are talking about and who you are commenting about when you  leave comments. You know what... just don't comment anything unless  you run it past at least a 3&lt;sup&gt;rd&lt;/sup&gt; grader.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Are you going to fund me to start  my own business? Then shut up!&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;When I visit your blog and see all  your political ranting, blah blah blah red state this and blah blah  blah democrats that... I don't go off and post on “other peoples  blogs” that if you think you can do a better job that you should  run for president.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;You were linked to a totally  different blog, but yet you went through the trouble of hitting the  back button before you clicked on 'comments'.   &lt;/p&gt;  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;You are 50 years old. Get the fuck  off the internet! Go do the things 50 year olds are supposed to be  doing these days... clicking on free anti virus offers in your AOL  email inbox and trying to figure out how to end a call on a flip  phone and reading books to small children while your country is  under attack.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;In closing, I would like to say that I love the feedback... just make sure that you are not leaving my blog to go to someone else's blog and talk trash to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;them&lt;/span&gt; as if &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;they&lt;/span&gt; wrote it.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Footnote: Go see a doctor about that... they have pills now that help you with clear thinking when you get up in the years.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-4713778976339511345?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/4713778976339511345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=4713778976339511345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/4713778976339511345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/4713778976339511345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2007/05/idiot-bastards.html' title='Idiot Bastards'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-7979786395382453476</id><published>2007-05-15T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-05-15T00:40:16.228-05:00</updated><title type='text'>911</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;Well... since most of you wont think... either because you choose not to or because the man keeps your mental stimulation down... how about trying to read?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across an article about a man who wants to sue his VOIP service provider because he couldn't reach 911 and his 4 year old son almost died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before reading on... lets see a show of hands for everyone who knows the problem here... go on, stick your arm out your front door or window...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me give you a few more details... The father (I use the term loosely) ordered Voice Over IP telephone service as a replacement for his home phone. He also canceled his mobile phone as he has opened his own home based business and doesn't need a phone when he is away from home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Figured it out yet? That's right... he didnt read... anything... ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have worked in telephony for a while... from digital land line service to mobile phones... I myself use a VOIP service on my PC. However, before I had this experience... I knew that you may not get in contact with 911 using VOIP. How do I know this? I took the time to research the service I was paying for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay... so the guy didnt read his contract or his terms of service... or even the FAQ... but hey... somewhere in the house he still has his old deactivated cell phone! (show of hands again please)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait... he never in his life saw an article about 911 and E911 service being accessable from a cellphone. He never looked it up... but who would? He was paying (at the bare minimum) $40.00 per month for service and he never bothered to read anything about it, ever. If he would have, he would know that you can dial 911 from a deactivated cellphone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So this idiot called the VOIP provider at 2am and demanded that he be transfered to the home phone of the CEO so he could complain about &lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 204);"&gt;(his lack of reading and personal knowledge)&lt;/span&gt; poor service... that he knows nothing about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Translation for the idiots out there: &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;If your cheap phone service doesnt let you dial 911 you can use your cell phone even if the cell phone service is disconnected.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;For those of you who don't know... and for those of you who are rotten parents and put all your faith and trust into a cheap phone system alternative... get the facts and get a mirror before you start finger pointing.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;Read, think, click... &lt;a href="http://www.911voip.org/"&gt;911 VOIP info&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://www.fcc.gov/cgb/consumerfacts/wireless911srvc.html"&gt;911 from a disconnected mobile phone&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;911voip.org (tough one there) and fcc.gov (the FCwho?)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;From the FCC site:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="red"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Basic 911 Rules &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;               &lt;p class="factsbody"&gt;The FCC’s &lt;b&gt;Basic 911 rules&lt;/b&gt;: &lt;/p&gt;               &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;                 &lt;p class="factsbody"&gt;Require wireless carriers to transmit all                  911 calls to a Public Safety Answering Point (PSAP), regardless                  of whether the caller subscribes to the carrier’s service or                  not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;From 911voip.org:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;span class="FAQuestion"&gt;Should I keep my traditional phone line after I subscribe to VoIP service?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a name="10" id="10"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.911voip.org/faqs.htm#top"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.911voip.org/graphics/arrow_up.gif" alt="Top" border="0" height="10" width="10" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes. 9-1-1 industry leaders recommend that you keep your traditional phone line in addition to your VoIP phone service in order to successfully access 9-1-1 services and to have telephone access during a power outage.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;(pretty much the whole FAQ)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0in;"&gt;When young people commit crimes or kill others, society blames Marilyn Manson and video games... Who gets the blame when a parent almost lets his 4 year old son die because the parent chose to be an idiot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-7979786395382453476?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/7979786395382453476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=7979786395382453476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/7979786395382453476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/7979786395382453476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2007/05/911.html' title='911'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-6800637017729322641</id><published>2007-02-22T20:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2007-02-22T20:45:08.328-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Think!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Are we allowed to think anymore? Are others allowed to listen to our thinking? Could it be possible that somewhere out there, a cure for cancer has been discovered? What if office politics and corporate policy prevented that cure from going public? &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So the scientist discovers that they can dissolve cancer cells with this new drug, but the scientist is only fresh out of school, or had problems getting to the lab on time for a week… would this make people not listen to him? &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;This is how it works in the corporate world. Guess what… medicine is now a part of the corporate world. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was a strategist at my former job, I helped save the company time, resources, money, increase revenue and decrease churn. My job was to data mine and research patterns in revenue, quality, and performance. Due to circumstances beyond my control, I am no longer employed with that company. My wife became pregnant the day I lost my job and so, in an act of desperation, I applied everywhere for any position that would bring in a monthly income. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So it’s been about 9 months now, the new baby is here and I am ready to move up the ladder again… But guess what… I’m the new guy. I studied the flow and process, analyzed it, drew up a better plan, and presented it to some higher ups. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I was told to worry about myself and focus on my own flow and procedures.&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt; &lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;  &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I start to focus on technology… and get presented with an interesting email. It seems that one of the idiots at our corporate headquarters thinks that one of our products if flawed and needs to be changed. Having worked in this industry for 5 years, I spotted the issue right away. The truth? It’s working as intended. The ‘fix’ they want to implement would actually hinder the product and make it perform at a lesser level of quality for the consumer. (six sigma anyone)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So I take this data to someone, ask how I can get in contact with the idiot at corporate, and I’m told that I have to submit it to some far off department that has some sterile name (more on that later) and that so and so would look at it, reproduce the data to his own version to verify it, then take it to corporate himself. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;What?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Someone else gets to rewrite it and hand it in with his name on it?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Sorry, I’m keeping my strategies to myself… maybe even taking it to other companies. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;So… anyone hiring?&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;The point? You are not allowed to think. Do no share your ideas. Just smile and nod and try to be the best ‘yes man’ you can be. &lt;/p&gt;    &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Meanwhile… others will either suffer or fail to benefit. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-6800637017729322641?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/6800637017729322641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=6800637017729322641' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/6800637017729322641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/6800637017729322641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2007/02/dont-think.html' title='Don&apos;t Think!'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-112962480726492393</id><published>2005-10-18T03:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T03:56:03.083-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You are all idiots... still.</title><content type='html'>Yea yea... I'm back. Too many idiots to just sit back and watch. People are stupid and need to be exploited. I feel it is my duty as an asshole to do such.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example... I just got sick... I know, that's what I get... karma and all that... so I go to the doctor and he tells me that I am going to lose my eye and may have brain damage. Yea... so I'm freaking out. I start thinking that I'm going to end up all dumb and have speach problems and not be able to do simple math and stop using the letter "g". (huntin, fishin, watch uh doin). The doctor tells me to relax, that brain damage does not mean that I am moving to the south side of OKC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what about all the other stuff... the eye loss, the brain damage... and it's only getting worse he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I go get a second opinion a few days later... Pink Eye. Basic childhood eye infection. She makes fun of my other doctor and gives me some medicated eye drops... a few days later I'm as good as new with clear vision and no mouth breathing or mulletts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my other doctor is an idiot... I have a new doctor... and an empty karma pot ready to fill again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stay tuned to hear about my promotion at work and all the idiots involved in that...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-112962480726492393?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/112962480726492393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=112962480726492393' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/112962480726492393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/112962480726492393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-are-all-idiots-still.html' title='You are all idiots... still.'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-111150540570884124</id><published>2005-03-22T09:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-22T10:28:23.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Honorable Mention</title><content type='html'>Been to the major news sites this morning? Don't bother... it's a boring rerun. Some kid goes into his school and... get this... kills a bunch of people. Ohhhh... then himself... ohhh.... big deal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea, I know... poor attitude huh. That's how I felt the major news sites were looking at it. Remember when Columbine happened? The sites were covered with stories and photos... now MSNBC has it all covered in one link. On CNN the chick with brain damage still has the spotlight. For a moment, I almost thought CNN wasnt even running the story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How depressing. Now let's move on to the other part of this story.People... listen... there is a pattern here. If you have children... please please teach them that picking on others is not nice. Not only that... it will get you killed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Headline on MSNBC reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/7259823/"&gt;Native American teenager who killed nine people called himself "NativeNazi" and was picked on by other students for his behavior.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorta glad this isnt getting the big time exposure that Columbine did. I don't think I could stomach any more "It was drugs, it was the NRA, it was Marilyn Manson..." No, it was the kids.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For example, I live in Oklahoma City... Oklahoma is full of mouth breathing wanna-be cowboys (most have never seen a cow up close). When I was in high school, the people to fear were the jocks who listened to country music and didnt do drugs. But these same kids were also the ones who would publicly humiliate weaker students in the food court, trip them in the halls, deface their vehicle... make a young man feel like he was just a shell of a man. When you make someone hit rock bottom... dont panic when they perform acts of desperation. What else do they have to live for? You and your little group of 'wouldnt hurt a fly' mouth breathers already showed him that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at some of this...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Student Sondra Hegstrom, 17, told the Minneapolis Star Tribune that Weise was into goth culture, wore "a big old black trench coat," drew pictures of skeletons, listened to heavy metal music and "talked about death all the time."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why mention his clothes? If it was the school nerd, would they mention that he was wearing double knit slacks and a pocket protector?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;"They didn't think anything of it," Hegstrom said, but "he got terrorized a lot" by others who called him names.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sound familiar? See the pattern yet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Relatives of Weise told the St. Paul Pioneer Press that Weise's father committed suicide four years ago, and his mother lives in a Minneapolis nursing home because she suffered brain injuries in a car accident, the relatives said.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm... cant imagine what they picked on him about. Yep, there it is... if you listen to 'metal' and wear all black, then you must be a killer. Damn you for buying Manson's latest CD and damn your parents for buying that gun and not locking it up better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those poor poor students who made good grades, listened to adult music, dressed in bright colors...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before you go off and think that I am on the side of the son-of-a-psycho-bastard-child-goth-punk let me set you straight. I think what he did was so terribly wrong. I think of all those parents and grandparents who are in such great loss over this and it makes me sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Priests wear all black and are in a room with a giant statue of a dead guy with wounds on his body all day. Remember the quote, 'He was into the goth culture (look up the definition for gothic then think of how the big churches have huge arches and vaulted ceilings) wore a big black trench coat (like a long flowing gown of black? Like a priest) and drew pictures of skeletons (hanging out with a statue of a dead body with a gaping hole in his side)'. Why don't people say 'No wonder that priest committed those crimes, he wears black all the time and is obsessed with statues of dead bodies.'???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ranting... I know... it's what I do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would happen if next time, some kid killed only himself in the privacy of his own home. Let's say he left a note and this note said 'I couldnt stand being picked on at school for not falling in line with all the sheeple. They picked on me and humiliated me to the point of non existence. This is the final step. Bye.'?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Listen up kids... if you are getting picked on at school... bulk up. Take a few classes on how to defend yourself, find others like yourself who are the victim of similar abuse to join your cause, and everyday... for days on end... beat the living shit out of the nice boys who call you names and knock you around. Yes, they are going to hit you back... so what. They are probably hitting you anyway. While I believe that violence is NOT the answer to anything... beating the hell out of some loud ass mouth breather is much better then killing people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So beat them down, just fists and feet... so bad they end up in the hospital for a few hours... maybe even a day... then when they get out... do it again. It will be more fun the second time because they will be in bad shape from the first time. While beating them you can make fun of their stitches and scars.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone will eventually come around and ask you why you are doing this... Then you can hold your head up high and say, 'because they pick on me... because I'm different... because they need to learn respect, and no one else is obviously going to teach them...' Tell them you are doing this to make them think twice about knocking someones books out of their hands, or calling someone a name in the halls... tell them that you are beating the hell out of these wonderfull students to help save lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I lost some friends writing this... and I'm sure people are angry... and I know for sure that people are going to miss my point. I am not taking the side of the children who kill... not in the acts they commit. I am not saying the victims got what they deserve... He shouldnt have killed those people, and they shouldnt have pushed him. Same with Columbine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parents, teach your children not to hate, teach them tolerance, teach them also that some people do certain things because of the way they were raised, and they don't have free thinking or a will to be an individual. Tell your children not to pick on others because of the way they look or the type of music they listen to. Tell them that even though some people look like they are sheep in a flock, it is not okay to slaughter them as such.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-111150540570884124?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/111150540570884124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=111150540570884124' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/111150540570884124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/111150540570884124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/03/honorable-mention.html' title='Honorable Mention'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-111138887690181761</id><published>2005-03-21T00:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T01:07:56.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'>That didn't take long.</title><content type='html'>I decided. My birthday is this saturday. The 26th. I will be 30 years old. (no, im not taking it well)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am closing down this blog. Between now and saturday I will come make one final public judgment aginst TINtM and all other idiots... it will be my swan song. These next few days will be the requiem for the idiot next to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will start another blog... and those who I chose will gain access to a deeper more in depth Dividual Reality as my own personal requiem begins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you between now and then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-111138887690181761?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/111138887690181761/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=111138887690181761' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/111138887690181761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/111138887690181761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/03/that-didnt-take-long.html' title='That didn&apos;t take long.'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-111138711416285380</id><published>2005-03-21T00:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T00:38:34.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'>What to do....</title><content type='html'>So, when I started this blog I broke one of the rules... one of the Blog Commandments... because I broke that sacred law, I am not even at liberty to disclose which law that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's part of the blogging code, and I dishonored it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I have no choice now but to start over again... and this time do it right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking about it... I hope everyone understands... understands the rule that I broke that is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame on me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-111138711416285380?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/111138711416285380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=111138711416285380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/111138711416285380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/111138711416285380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/03/what-to-do.html' title='What to do....'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-111117450320587148</id><published>2005-03-18T12:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T01:08:19.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Make it stop!</title><content type='html'>Oh boy oh boy. I have been busy at work the past few weeks. Thus, no blogging. I have been sneaking around all my important people's blogs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much to blog, so little time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the up side, I may even have less time to blog in the comming weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Meh... I'll be around.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-111117450320587148?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/111117450320587148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=111117450320587148' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/111117450320587148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/111117450320587148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/03/make-it-stop.html' title='Make it stop!'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110927239666275735</id><published>2005-02-24T12:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T13:13:16.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Geek Essentials</title><content type='html'>(can you tell that the idiot next to me is on vacation? It's too quiet around here)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just got a new PC. I don't want to brag, so no details. =) I am installing all my apps and games and dloading all the little bells and whistles... the things I can't live without.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was wondering, while my essentials are &lt;a href="http://www.ceruleanstudios.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Trillian&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, Office/Frontpage 2003, my various &lt;a href="http://www.zeropaid.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;P2P clients&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;,  &lt;a href="http://www.planetunreal.com/ut2004/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Unreal Tournament 2004&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://www.mozilla.org/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;FireFox&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;... what is essential for other geeks? (and dont tell me that you are not a geek... geek is sheik baby!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see what the must haves are for you on your square headed life mate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I listed 5... can you?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110927239666275735?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110927239666275735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110927239666275735' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110927239666275735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110927239666275735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/02/geek-essentials.html' title='Geek Essentials'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110912129635091790</id><published>2005-02-22T18:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T19:41:02.380-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mimi made me do it.</title><content type='html'>So, in chasing the trail of blogs I came across &lt;a href="http://laughlater.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Mimi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and well... here it is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;Book Game by Texas Biscuit. Here are the rules:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;1. Grab the nearest book.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;2. Open the book to page 123.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;3. Find the fifth sentence.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;4. Post the text of the next 3 sentences on your blog along with these instructions.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;5. Don't you dare dig for that "cool" or "intellectual" book in your closet! I know you were thinking about it! Just pick up whatever is closest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#666666;"&gt;One hand was raised, palm flat, while the other one curved around her body, following the drape of her garb. "Her hand is empty, but there's a little hollow right here," the elf pointed out. "Fill it with a jewel that has a special meaning for you and Khyrra and Our Lady of Joy will stand in my stead at your wedding tomorrow".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Blood Sport&lt;br /&gt;Christine Golden&lt;br /&gt;Forgotten Realms, The Best of The Realms Book I&lt;br /&gt;(gotta love those elvish vampires)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tag! Yer it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110912129635091790?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110912129635091790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110912129635091790' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110912129635091790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110912129635091790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/02/mimi-made-me-do-it.html' title='Mimi made me do it.'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110910559791691472</id><published>2005-02-22T14:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T14:53:17.916-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm not so bad after all</title><content type='html'>To prove I have a soft side... I'm going to give something away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I 25 gmail accounts up for the taking. I know I know, gmail is old news... everyone has one... well, It's all I have here in the digital world to give away other then nude pics of myself... and I want to make friends, not scare them away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, either comment here or send me an &lt;a href="mailto:dividualreality@gmail.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;email&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and I'll hook ya up with an invite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pass it on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110910559791691472?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110910559791691472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110910559791691472' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110910559791691472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110910559791691472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-not-so-bad-after-all.html' title='I&apos;m not so bad after all'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110905351033394574</id><published>2005-02-22T00:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T00:25:10.336-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And the review...</title><content type='html'>I love having Sunday and Monday off. Tonight I went to the movies downtown. It was a good experience. Monday night at 9pm in Oklahoma City... no one is at the movie. This way, I can enjoy the movie without *cough* 'people' getting in the way of my movie going enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-If I go on a Friday or Saturday night of opening weekend, it's bad. I like to sit in the very back row so no one is able able to sit behind me. Many people do this. So then the back row, even the back 5 rows get filled up fast. Then, it never fails, along comes a group of 5 people... either during the ever important previews or some time in the first 10 min of the movie... walking all the way up to the top/back row, which was full long ago, and they decide to stand there while discussing amongst themselves a place to sit. I came here to see a damn movie! Not watch you be an idiot because you are late! 100% of the time there are about 30 seats all bunched together just waiting for you to take one. Yea, on the front row... that's right. And that is usually where these people end up in the long run. So next time, do yourself a favor and go straight to them rather then stand at the end of my row (sometimes even right next to me) and yak yak yak with your mating partner and offspring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Movie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constantine. Based off the Vertigo/DC comic 'Hellblazer'. Keanu Reeves. Over sized Zippo lighter. Thick in demonology and the occult. Impressive. Fresh. Clever. Good, but not great. Go see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yea... my first movie review! I think I'll keep that format. That should win friends and get me lots of invites to mega ultra dinner parties.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110905351033394574?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110905351033394574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110905351033394574' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110905351033394574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110905351033394574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/02/and-review.html' title='And the review...'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110903593828058722</id><published>2005-02-21T19:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T09:42:50.686-06:00</updated><title type='text'>constintine, technology, and the general public.</title><content type='html'>I hate the general public at movie theatres on opening weekend. They are rude and talk too loud and walk around like they are blind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I am sitting in down town Okc at the new harkins theatre blogging on my BlackBerry in the Cine Capri.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Constantine is tonights feature. I will write up a personal review of the film and overall experiance when it's over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110903593828058722?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110903593828058722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110903593828058722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110903593828058722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110903593828058722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/02/constintine-technology-and-general.html' title='constintine, technology, and the general public.'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110888598596539603</id><published>2005-02-20T01:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T01:58:18.880-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lol what's with that lol?</title><content type='html'>OMFG! (I assume we all know what that means.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has 'lol' became the new 'like'? Seriously. lol I was reading a movie review message board lol and there was this person lol who said lol every few lines. lol. Give me a break lol. lol, isn't this annoying?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I know what lol means, I am phat with your skinney, I am picking up what you are putting down. You are teh leet d00de and you roxxor my boxxorz. In other words, I'm hip to the lingo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;l&lt;/strong&gt;augh &lt;strong&gt;o&lt;/strong&gt;ut &lt;strong&gt;l&lt;/strong&gt;oud&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;l&lt;/strong&gt;ots &lt;strong&gt;o&lt;/strong&gt;f &lt;strong&gt;l&lt;/strong&gt;aughs&lt;/em&gt;. I understand that 'kids will be kids' but adults are doing this as well, lol. I even see people doing it in text messages from a cell phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Keep in mind, &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;l&lt;/em&gt;augh &lt;em&gt;o&lt;/em&gt;ut &lt;em&gt;l&lt;/em&gt;oud &lt;/strong&gt;or&lt;strong&gt; &lt;em&gt;l&lt;/em&gt;ots &lt;em&gt;o&lt;/em&gt;f &lt;em&gt;l&lt;/em&gt;aughs.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Call me crazy, but when I write something personal (personal as in non professional/work related) I made it a habit to write as if I am speaking to the reader. We all have our 'written communication voice' and our 'verbal communication voice'. I try to make them both one voice. I, like many people, try to imagine the voice of the person in my head. Especially if it's someone I know personally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So imagine if you will, the following being spoken... '(hysterical laughter) I'm having dinner with Jacob (hysterical laughter) and Crystal shows up at the resturant (hysterical laughter) and she asked Jacob how he got here and he said his car (hysterical laughter).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMFG! Can you say trip to the hospital in a clean reversible backwards white coat?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it really that funny? If so, then why doesn't the reader burst out in laughter too? Could it be that you are just an idiot?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somewhere between Ambrose Bierce, Frederick Nietzsche, and Darwin are all the answers I am looking for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110888598596539603?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110888598596539603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110888598596539603' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110888598596539603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110888598596539603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/02/lol-whats-with-that-lol.html' title='lol what&apos;s with that lol?'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110878070432952603</id><published>2005-02-18T20:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T20:38:24.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Move over English, here comes 'Idioteese'.</title><content type='html'>Yes, I can make up words like 'Idioteese'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My non idiot friend, the sophisticated bitch known as &lt;a href="http://brain-soup.blogspot.com/"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;aka_monty&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; pointed out an idiot today. It seems this idiot is her neighbor, so I can only assume that the '&lt;em&gt;label&lt;/em&gt;'&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;best fitting for said neighbor&lt;em&gt; &lt;/em&gt;would be, &lt;em&gt;'The Idiot Next to Me'&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;The 16 year old daughter of a neighbor came by one evening. She wanted to borrow the food "prosser" so her mom could "pross" some coleslaw.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Come on people. Learn what simple house hold items are called. I know you are only 16 but it's not like we are talking about an 8 track player or asking you to crank the phonograph. It's a food processor and it processes food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet if MTV made a movie about it or Jessica sang about one then you would know what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but then you would know the MTV version, and still would have no idea what you are talking about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110878070432952603?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110878070432952603/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110878070432952603' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110878070432952603'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110878070432952603'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/02/move-over-english-here-comes-idioteese.html' title='Move over English, here comes &apos;Idioteese&apos;.'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110860517135809839</id><published>2005-02-16T19:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T19:52:51.360-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Exploitation of an idiot.</title><content type='html'>Okay, queue up the mission impossible music and listen up...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As everyone knows, &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com"&gt;blogger.com&lt;/a&gt; has an audio blog feature. In the next few weeks I am going to tell TINtM that it is someone's birthday, like my sister or something, and that I want his help in making it a good birthday because I'm just that damn nice of a brother. I am going to call the audioblogger number and hand him the phone and have him sing 'happy birthday' and give some cheesy birthday greeting for all to hear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If it is as easy as I think it will be to get him to sing/talk into a blank phone, I may start doing it on a monthly basis. Maybe even take suggestions from TINtM readers for what he should say or sing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, now queue up the manicial laughter. =)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110860517135809839?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110860517135809839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110860517135809839' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110860517135809839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110860517135809839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/02/exploitation-of-idiot.html' title='Exploitation of an idiot.'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110860302663204500</id><published>2005-02-16T17:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T19:17:06.633-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm surrounded!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so I just moved. I went from a house far far away from work to an apartment less then 5 min away. Well, the people who live (you guessed it) &lt;em&gt;next to me &lt;/em&gt;are idiots too. They have this little rat of a child... not that I dont like kids, don't get me wrong... but he is a walking disaster. Him and all his friends leave bikes and skate boards lined up in all the parking spaces in front of by building, he has walked into my apartment before with no invitation or provocation, he took things out of his kitchen to make 'magic bee attracting potions' and made a huge mess of cookie sprinkles right at my front door so I could track everything in on my carpet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(turns out the sprinkles and 'magic potion' were 2 separate occasions... and it was the stuffing from a doll... not sprinkles)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, as I'm writting this my woman calls me on my crackberry to tell me that she had a talk with the guy across the hall. He seems nice and invited us over to have chili sometime... okay... so maybe he isnt an idiot... but come on, control your child! The parking lot is not a baby sitter!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get out more... I am starting to run out of idiots. Someone do something stupid so I can anonymously point it out on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have faith in TINtM... he wont let me down. I bet that in 24 hours he cries about something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ya know... there is another guy I know with the same name as TINtM who is worth blogging about... hmmm... I see the future, and it's full of idiots!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110860302663204500?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110860302663204500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110860302663204500' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110860302663204500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110860302663204500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/02/im-surrounded.html' title='I&apos;m surrounded!'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110858213467607133</id><published>2005-02-16T13:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T13:28:54.676-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A week later</title><content type='html'>Well, the 13 hour days I had to spend with TINtM are over. He is dissapointing me. He hasnt said or done much that is stupid. He almost got scammed out of 1200.00 on eBay yesterday, but he missed it by a hair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He has kept his anger in check, it was even put to the test yesterday when everyone was laughing at him for his 'simple' taste in movies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will break soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are a few quotes from TINtM the past week;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;'I dunno man, she's real smart' -when asked if he likes the new girl he is talking to, and his reason for doubting.&lt;br /&gt;'Hey, I like simple movies that aren't hard to understand'&lt;br /&gt;'Just because I dont like movies that are all deep and have...' -guess it was beyond him to finish that one.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110858213467607133?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110858213467607133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110858213467607133' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110858213467607133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110858213467607133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/02/week-later.html' title='A week later'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110790205426559270</id><published>2005-02-08T16:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-08T16:34:14.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ultimate Test</title><content type='html'>So I have to spend 13 hours a day with TINtM this week. We have training hours before our shift starts and then we have to come back and finish our shift. I dont know how I can do it. I'm going to try to blog from the training on my BlackBerry some time this week... it might help stay awake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was too into the training to notice any stupidity. Nothing has been said negative about the whole 'I didnt get an invite to the party' thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Give it time, I'm sure he will be crying soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110790205426559270?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110790205426559270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110790205426559270' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110790205426559270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110790205426559270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/02/ultimate-test.html' title='Ultimate Test'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110765539399743337</id><published>2005-02-05T19:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T20:03:13.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'>clueless</title><content type='html'>Well, I moved this weekend. Friday night after I got my bigscreen set up I had some friends over for dinner. People came to my new place with 'idiot reports'. He knew I was going to have friends over... So he goes to one of them and starts to whine and bitch about how he doesn't understand why I act distand and act like I'm not his friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm goint to set up a pay pal account and put a "donate" button on this blog so people can send in money and I can buy him a clue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe he can do the things he does and say the things he says then wonder why his social circle is getting smaller.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, I didn't invite you over because you call me lazy, a slacker, talk shit about me to people, you whine, you act like a child and throw tantrums and give people the silent treatment, you are a chicken shit because you will tell me I'm wrong but when I ask how you just say 'nevermind' over and over, you are way way too obsessed over a video game that you talk about all the damn time, and oh yea... Did I mention... You are an idiot! &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110765539399743337?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110765539399743337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110765539399743337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110765539399743337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110765539399743337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/02/clueless.html' title='clueless'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110729352843013102</id><published>2005-02-01T15:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T15:32:08.430-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some people need prozac.</title><content type='html'>TINtM is now slamming stuff around his desk and bitching because he cant find a phone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeez... get over it. Its really getting to be too much... seems like I am spending most of my time posting about how much of an idiot he is... might run out of bandwidth soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....oh wait... now he is in a good mood and talking about his game again and surfing the game's message boards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bi-polar anyone?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110729352843013102?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110729352843013102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110729352843013102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110729352843013102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110729352843013102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/02/some-people-need-prozac.html' title='Some people need prozac.'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110729079533416072</id><published>2005-02-01T14:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T14:46:35.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep...</title><content type='html'>Well, he has been whining about this issue we are having with BlackBerries. The server needed to be reset to fix it. He started bitching and moaning about how he doesn't want just a resolution, he wants to know what was wrong with it. What could cause this big of an outage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I want to know too. I think it would be educational to know where this all started...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...but as always, he took it to the 'cry baby' level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said that he is going to talk to our boss about this because he is 'sick of this shit'. Come on man, the resolution is less then 5 min old. Give someone a chance to research it and I'm sure someone will send us an email letting us know all the details.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey, if he wants to send a negative email to the boss and lose his cool about something not many people have any control over, then more power to him. People in this place look down on negativity and having a bad attitude is one of the first things that come to mind when advancement comes around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110729079533416072?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110729079533416072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110729079533416072' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110729079533416072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110729079533416072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/02/yep.html' title='Yep...'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110728109898053955</id><published>2005-02-01T13:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T12:04:58.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>And were off!</title><content type='html'>He has been here less then 5 min and has talked about his game non stop... I even started reading something out loud and he just sat there till I was done then finished talking about his game. He is all laughing and happy now, but I say give it till lunch time and he will be crying about something. Whine whine whine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110728109898053955?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110728109898053955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110728109898053955' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110728109898053955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110728109898053955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/02/and-were-off.html' title='And were off!'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110727922353522022</id><published>2005-02-01T11:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T11:41:32.060-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Idiot in my absence.</title><content type='html'>I am off on Mondays. When I got in to work this morning I started hearing stories about the idiot next to me. It seems that he became a cry baby yesterday because this department got a little busy for a few hours. This coming from the same guy who calls me a slacker and more or less called me lazy to my face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, so I'm a lazy slacker... but who is the cry baby getting diaper rash when it gets a busy during the end of his shift?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would rather be known as lazy then a sissy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will be here in about 30 min to start his shift. I'm sure you will hear from me more then once today about this hypocritical pansy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to DaMook for this info.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110727922353522022?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110727922353522022/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110727922353522022' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110727922353522022'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110727922353522022'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/02/idiot-in-my-absence.html' title='The Idiot in my absence.'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110724171815759139</id><published>2005-02-01T01:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-01T01:08:38.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Idiot poll</title><content type='html'>No, not that sort of idiot poll. I added a voting poll to determine how much of the idiot next to me (aka, tintm) you want.&lt;br /&gt;The poll will last one week. Scroll down and let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110724171815759139?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110724171815759139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110724171815759139' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110724171815759139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110724171815759139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/02/idiot-poll.html' title='Idiot poll'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110723105575032662</id><published>2005-01-31T21:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T23:28:18.695-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bard</title><content type='html'>I went to see the OSP presentation of Romeo and Juliet. As always, OSP put on a wonderful presentation. Myself being a 'once upon a time' thespian, I noticed that, as the bard once said himself, many players played several parts. Which brought me to my next ambition. I am going to contact OSP and request notification of any future auditions. It is my belief that if they have one actor playing more then one part then they are possible short on Elizabethan actors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I miss the theatre and would love to have the time to commit myself full time to a main stage performance. Perhaps a bit part would quench my thirst.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For more info on the OSP click &lt;a href="http://www.theshop.net/okshkspr/"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110723105575032662?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110723105575032662/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110723105575032662' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110723105575032662'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110723105575032662'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/01/bard.html' title='The Bard'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110714158992419830</id><published>2005-01-30T20:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T21:19:49.923-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Come on people...</title><content type='html'>I'm surrounded by them!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So someone took a survey of internet users and discovered that its still 1995. I could understand this 10 years ago when everything was 'new' (although it wasnt really new) and the general american public thought that computers and the internet was rocket science... but this is all old stuff now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's seems that 1 in 6 people who use a search engine on the internet click 'unknowingly' on ads when they are searching for various things. 1 in 6 people cannot tell the difference between an ad and a search result.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A large percentage (almost 50%) said that they would stop using search engines if they didnt make the search results stand out from the ads more clear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Search engine results all have the same format, the title of the site, then the discreption of the site, and some content from that site followed by the actual URL.&lt;br /&gt;Ads on the other hand look nothing like this. Ads look like the thing in the bottom right hand of this site. (a spot where I place my google ads).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even more people fall for those pop up ads that look like windows error messages about your computer running slow or that you have a virus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's simple really... know what you are looking for. If you are looking for lyrics to the latest Britney song then dont click on the pictire of britney that says 'Get her new C.D. now!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some tips:&lt;br /&gt;No one is really giving away a free iPod, no one is really giving away a free lap top, and no, you dont really have a PLayStation 2 waiting to be claimed. Smashing the roach, punching the monkey, or catching the robber will not get you anything but tons of spam mail and a few spyware programs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are not looking for 'Paris Hilton Video' then dont click anything that says it. If you are searching for '1957 Ford Thunderbirds', then dont click something that says you can get 'perscriptions filled free'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do yourself a favor, go to &lt;a href="http://www.download.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;download.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and get an anti spyware program, install it and run it. Then head on over to the good people at &lt;a href="http://mozilla.com"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;mozilla.com&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; and get yourself a browser (the thing you surf the web with) that really blocks pop ups.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both of these are free and easy to install. Also, start fresh with a new email address... dont use this address for anything but close trusted friends, businesses you can trust (local phone and cable company, ect...) and work. Then make another email account that you use for filling out forms. This 'junk' email account will be where all your spam, active X emails (nasty emails that have built in spy ware) and various other unwanted email will go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't believe you people made me post on a weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Source: Full story &lt;a href="http://news.com.com/Study+Net+users+confused+about+search/2100-1032_3-5547932.html"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110714158992419830?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110714158992419830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110714158992419830' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110714158992419830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110714158992419830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/01/come-on-people.html' title='Come on people...'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110703314532120110</id><published>2005-01-29T15:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-30T19:30:28.236-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Too tired to drink another one? Not anymore!</title><content type='html'>Anheuser-Busch Launches Remarkable New Beverage Beer drinkers were going strong at midnight on New Year's Eve, celebrating with BE, which features caffeine, ginseng and guarana as Budweiser's newest entry in a long line of innovative beers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://members.cox.net/xonimus/BE.bmp"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to tremendous interest in the new brew, Anheuser-Busch has pushed up the launch date to satisfy consumer demands.&lt;br /&gt;"BE is generating excitement for Anheuser-Busch," said Dawn Roepke, brand manager, New Products, Anheuser-Busch, Inc."In October we quietly rolled out BE in 55 cities. The response proves that BE gives today's highly social contemporary adults what they're searching for in their beverage of choice."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BE is beer infused with caffeine, guarana and ginseng. Well balanced with select hops and aromas of blackberry, raspberry and cherry, BE offers a lightly sweet and tart taste – a great mixture of beer and new flavors for adults to enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"BE is a great beverage and really showcases Anheuser-Busch's innovative culture," said Roepke. "BE goes right up against mixed drinks and will help us maintain and grow our share of contemporary adults who have many choices in today's competitive market."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In test markets since mid-October, the brew has caused a sensation in bars and clubs with consumers enjoying the new beverage over ice as it goes head-to-head against mixed drinks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brewed at Anheuser-Busch's Houston, Baldwinsville and Cartersville Breweries, BE is packaged in a sleek, slim-line 10-ounce can with stylish graphics and coming soon a new 10-ounce slope-shoulder, shrink-wrapped bottle. BE is priced slightly higher than Budweiser and marketed through local and national print advertising and numerous non-traditional elements.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Based in St. Louis, Anheuser-Busch Cos. Inc. is the leading U.S. brewer and holds a 50 percent share in Grupo Modelo, Mexico's leading brewer. In a survey of 10,000 business leaders and securities analysts, Anheuser-Busch ranked first overall in quality of products and services among nearly 600 companies researched in FORTUNE magazine's 2004 "America's Most Admired Companies" listing. The company also is one of the largest theme park operators in the United States, is a major manufacturer of aluminum cans and is the world's largest recycler of aluminum beverage containers. For more information, visit &lt;a class="MyLink" href="http://www.anheuser-busch.com/"&gt;www.anheuser-busch.com&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a class="MyLink" href="http://www.budextra.com/"&gt;www.budextra.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110703314532120110?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110703314532120110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110703314532120110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110703314532120110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110703314532120110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/01/too-tired-to-drink-another-one-not.html' title='Too tired to drink another one? Not anymore!'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110702217060196891</id><published>2005-01-29T13:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T12:10:40.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pokemon causes cancer.</title><content type='html'>It's True!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Few things provoke as severe a love/hate reaction as Pokemon games. That said, even the most rabid Pikachu-basher wouldn't accuse the franchise of being carcinogenic (though the TV show based on the games was accused of causing seizures). However, in the purest technical sense, "Pokemon" does cause cancer. That's because "Pokemon" is also the name of a cancer-causing gene that was recently discovered. In a study published in the January 20 issue of Nature, researchers at the Memorial Sloan-Kettering Cancer outline how they isolated the POK Erythroid Myeloid Ontogenic factor--or POKEMON, for short. What's next? A leukemia gene called Dragon Ball Z? A terminal case of Yu-Gi-Oh! Syndrome?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110702217060196891?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110702217060196891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110702217060196891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110702217060196891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110702217060196891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/01/pokemon-causes-cancer.html' title='Pokemon causes cancer.'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110698107204178561</id><published>2005-01-29T01:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-29T00:44:32.040-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Quizilla</title><content type='html'>Ever taken one of those tests over at &lt;a href="http://www.quizilla.com"&gt;quizilla&lt;/a&gt; ? Entertaining.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Might have to do a few of them while at work tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G'night till then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110698107204178561?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110698107204178561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110698107204178561' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110698107204178561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110698107204178561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/01/quizilla.html' title='Quizilla'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110697233637084699</id><published>2005-01-28T22:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T22:18:56.370-06:00</updated><title type='text'>PSP Bundles at GameStop.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.gamestop.com"&gt;GameStop&lt;/a&gt; has put up 3 different bundles for the PSP launch on it's website. Now, while I dont like GameStop much after what they did with the EQII disaster, I will say that these bundles look nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They also have a release date of 03/01. March seems to be consistant, but we will see when it gets closer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check them out, and while you are there, they also have pre ordering now too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gamestop.com/default.asp?sect=1268"&gt;GameStop's PSP Page&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110697233637084699?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110697233637084699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110697233637084699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110697233637084699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110697233637084699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/01/psp-bundles-at-gamestopcom.html' title='PSP Bundles at GameStop.com'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110695742508721528</id><published>2005-01-28T18:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T18:10:25.086-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A long long time ago...</title><content type='html'>The 'crawl' for Episode III has been posted on the offical site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is a link to the image of all 6 crawls &lt;a href="http://www.starwars.com/episode-iii/bts/production/f20050126/img/crawl.gif"&gt;http://www.starwars.com/episode-iii/bts/production/f20050126/img/crawl.gif&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;War! The Republic is crumbling&lt;br /&gt;under attacks by the ruthless&lt;br /&gt;Sith Lord, Count Dooku.&lt;br /&gt;There are heros on both sides.&lt;br /&gt;Evil is everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;Click the link to read the full crawl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110695742508721528?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110695742508721528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110695742508721528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110695742508721528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110695742508721528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/01/long-long-time-ago.html' title='A long long time ago...'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110695570469929028</id><published>2005-01-28T17:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T17:41:44.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HAHAHAHA!</title><content type='html'>So he (the idiot) thinks himself so much higher then everyone else in this dept because he will go a little extra mile to help people on the phones. We only talk to other employees or 3rd party support in this dept. He thinks that refusing to talk to anyone or help with *any* problem is an act of being lazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I just heard him say 'We dont talk to customers but go ahead and send them over' then slammed his hand down on his desk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I am going to name this profile of him 'Cry baby idiot delta'.&lt;br /&gt;He has to have more then one personality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bitching about him here is preventing me from going off on him. He should thank me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110695570469929028?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110695570469929028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110695570469929028' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110695570469929028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110695570469929028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/01/hahahaha.html' title='HAHAHAHA!'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110695419816936085</id><published>2005-01-28T17:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T17:16:38.170-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Beastles?</title><content type='html'>I really dont know what to say... check it out yourself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://halley.lunarpages.com/~djbc002/beastles/"&gt;http://halley.lunarpages.com/~djbc002/beastles/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How interesting. Anyone heard this yet? Might have to kazza/ares/bit.torrent it later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I'm a pirate or anything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110695419816936085?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110695419816936085/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110695419816936085' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110695419816936085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110695419816936085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/01/beastles.html' title='Beastles?'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110694877198027893</id><published>2005-01-28T15:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T15:46:11.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>HATE!</title><content type='html'>Okay, so an email goes out today... and it states that something that is done to accounts is to be done by another department... so I send someone to that department to get it done and the idiot next to me (TINtM) asks why I didn't just do it myself. He asks if I got the email today, I said I did and started reading the email to him. He did his little 'never mind' song and dance that he does. He goes to the other side of the room and starts sucking up to the other people in this department.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an a-hole. I don't tell you how to handle the poeple you talk to, nothing I am doing is having an effect on you, so S.T.F.U.!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready to snap on the poor boy... Truly snap... maybe start with a nice tongue lashing that should make him do his little 'never mind' song and dance till his head falls off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think in a former life, he was a prison bitch who felt neglected because he was cheated on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110694877198027893?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110694877198027893/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110694877198027893' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110694877198027893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110694877198027893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/01/hate.html' title='HATE!'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110692819182313201</id><published>2005-01-28T09:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T10:03:11.823-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm waiting on my ride to work watching snow fall. Now all we need is for it to freeze up and make the roads bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rented King Arthur lastnight... Don't bother. Poor acting, predictable plot, bad fake accents. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110692819182313201?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110692819182313201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110692819182313201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110692819182313201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110692819182313201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/01/snow.html' title='Snow'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110687721397419207</id><published>2005-01-27T19:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T19:53:33.976-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bleh</title><content type='html'>So I'm sick. I have a cold or some shit. I am moving 8 days. I sooo do not want to be sick when I am moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My day is almost at an end here at work. Time to go home and pack... dont really feel up to it, might just pack a little then hit the sack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110687721397419207?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110687721397419207/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110687721397419207' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110687721397419207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110687721397419207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/01/bleh.html' title='Bleh'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110687448271954082</id><published>2005-01-27T19:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T19:08:02.720-06:00</updated><title type='text'>On and on</title><content type='html'>And yea... he is talking on the phone now... I bet he tries to have the same conversation with the person on the phone as he was having with us... and yep, I just heard him... he is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The other day he was talking to me about the game... about something specific about it... I tried to make it obvious that I had no interest in it... I did at first, but not 45 min later talking about the same thing... so anyway, he calls his brother and starts the exact same conversation with him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He needs help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110687448271954082?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110687448271954082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110687448271954082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110687448271954082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110687448271954082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/01/on-and-on.html' title='On and on'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110687414206899231</id><published>2005-01-27T19:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T19:02:22.066-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Shoosh!</title><content type='html'>He is sitting there talking about a damn video game. (dont get me wrong, I like video games) to the point that no one is listening and yet he is still talking...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A co worker is standing behind him making the sign of someone talking too much with hsi hand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He will read a moment from a magazine then put it down and say something stupid like 'poeple in PvP battles dont drink healing potions' then read a little more and continue this process on and on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...and he repetes himself!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110687414206899231?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110687414206899231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110687414206899231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110687414206899231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110687414206899231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/01/shoosh.html' title='Shoosh!'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110687157398010465</id><published>2005-01-27T18:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T18:19:33.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn</title><content type='html'>So the jackass is sitting there listening to some audio file from the internet about some guy calling 911 about a car wreck or something like that... and he says 'this is fake' like 11 times! OMFG! Shut up already! He said it in the span of 20 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is the same guy who if you talk too loud in his direction he panics and covers his ears and starts yelling at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110687157398010465?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110687157398010465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110687157398010465' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110687157398010465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110687157398010465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/01/damn.html' title='Damn'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-10447461.post-110686743686591771</id><published>2005-01-27T17:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T18:10:08.696-06:00</updated><title type='text'>You wont believe this</title><content type='html'>I decided to start blogging things about this idiot next to me and other various thing that stick out in my day. So yea, I'll be sporting the famous blog catch phrase of 'I'm blogging this!'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy is an idiot... more to come.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/10447461-110686743686591771?l=tintm.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/feeds/110686743686591771/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=10447461&amp;postID=110686743686591771' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110686743686591771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/10447461/posts/default/110686743686591771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tintm.blogspot.com/2005/01/you-wont-believe-this.html' title='You wont believe this'/><author><name>Dividual Reality</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13502773085721444199</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
