<?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-3164792</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:11:22.161-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Middle</title><subtitle type='html'>Change and pain are inexorably entwined.  If you are not feeling one, the other is most assuredly abscent.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-108898601834224696</id><published>2004-07-04T19:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-04T19:06:58.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The site is finally up and stabalized, feel free to come and contribute at http://www.harmuser.net.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/108898601834224696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/108898601834224696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#108898601834224696' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-108453759758645158</id><published>2004-05-14T07:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T07:26:37.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, I'm days away from having my new site finally up and working.  This information is of course for all those that still even visit this place.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/108453759758645158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/108453759758645158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108453759758645158' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-107816347865012594</id><published>2004-03-01T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T08:21:47.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, I'm no longer going to be blogging here at this place.  I've setup a simple little website at harmuser.net and am hosting my own forums there.  It's currently not up since I forgot to turn my computer on that is hosting the website but that will be rectified tonight.  You will need to register in the forums and it may come up with some error indicating a SMTP error but don't fret it still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107816347865012594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107816347865012594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107816347865012594' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-107763788452233426</id><published>2004-02-24T10:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T13:35:53.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've figured out who I'm going to vote for in the primaries, Kucinich.  I was finally able to sit down and read all of his views and find him much more aligned with my views on life; he's against the war, against the death penalty and his views on other areas such as the Drug War and such are exactly what I was looking for.  I doubt I have much sway over those who read this blogg but if you get a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107763788452233426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107763788452233426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107763788452233426' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-107728882726034835</id><published>2004-02-20T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T09:55:43.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes I know, all I'm doing lately is posting links.  Here's another but on the comedy side of things.  Anyone who's watch a lot of movies will find this entertaining:  The Things I Will Do When I Become Overlord:http://www.kemitix.uklinux.net/humor/overlord.php</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107728882726034835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107728882726034835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107728882726034835' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-107714043946441597</id><published>2004-02-18T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T16:42:34.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A long but good read on the counter-logic to Bush's reasons for the war on Iraq:http://www.commondreams.org/views04/0218-02.htm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107714043946441597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107714043946441597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107714043946441597' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-107712041615294872</id><published>2004-02-18T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T15:53:26.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just some numbers that I put together from different articles I've been reading on www.commondreams.org.Amount of People Uninsured Last Year (Est.)	43,000,000*Cost of Health Plan Per Year	                                $330.00Total Per Year Cost	                                                $14,190,000,000.00 ($14.2 Billion)Bush's Additional Funds Request for Iraq War	$87,000,000,000.00</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107712041615294872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107712041615294872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107712041615294872' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-107702807569524124</id><published>2004-02-17T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T09:29:49.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This article by Nader almost sounds like it came out of a movie:  http://www.commondreams.org/views04/0216-03.htm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107702807569524124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107702807569524124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107702807569524124' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-107670403019739103</id><published>2004-02-13T15:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T15:29:00.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just signed a petition at MoveOn.org, thought I'd post it here instead of filling up everyones email.  I find a president who can't even admit he was wrong a lousy fucking leader, don't point the finger at subordinates, take the blame and solve the problem.[Quote From MoveOn.org]Dear friends, In an attempt to escape responsibility for the misleading statements that led the nation to war, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107670403019739103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107670403019739103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107670403019739103' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-107636204282724507</id><published>2004-02-09T16:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-09T16:29:08.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went on a little vacation, hit up Seattle and Whistler.  Had a great time skiing and though I got to see almost everyone I didn't get to see them enough.  Next time I won't be skiing so I'll have more time to see my friends and my father.  Nothing much else is going on, except non-paid vacations suck everloving donkey nuts...I'm so poor now.  The lost wages alone from my vacation was more than </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107636204282724507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107636204282724507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107636204282724507' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-107486958283038808</id><published>2004-01-23T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T09:54:31.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When will the government stop trying to impose self-controlling morality upon our populace?  It will be when we stop electing the type of people that support them.  I’ve grown tired of reading about the government deciding that two people cannot be married due to their sexual orientation.  I’m tired of being told how I can and cannot use my body.  It is still my body right?  If I want to use </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107486958283038808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107486958283038808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107486958283038808' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-107366930418691481</id><published>2004-01-09T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T12:41:42.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don’t have a very organized mind.  When information comes in it goes through a very illogical prioritization process and is either dumped into a refuse pile or is sorted away into some kind of structure bred from an as of yet classified mental illness that I suffer from.  Information that may be important for some people to know often gets classified as ‘Private” and is held in the deeper </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107366930418691481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107366930418691481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107366930418691481' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-107359630635744159</id><published>2004-01-08T16:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-08T16:13:00.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well a new year has started.  So far it hasn’t been that bad.  Getting a little more caught up on bills, have a vacation planned to go back west and visit my dad and friends.  So far it’s been over a month since I’ve been inebriated and I haven’t really had the urge lately.  The urge was heavy during New Years but I scraped by that night by drinking only a glass of champagne and a glass of wine.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107359630635744159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107359630635744159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107359630635744159' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-107330719709204034</id><published>2003-12-31T07:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T07:54:28.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, tonight we’ll be off to West Virginia for some good ol’New Years Eve action with almost the entire group.  Sadly we’ll be missing Pat and Ben this year.  It is official I’ll be heading to Washington for some Whistler skiing come January 28th.  I believe I will have a drink or two of champagne or wine this New Years however I will be skipping out on inebriation.  I hope everyone has a great </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107330719709204034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107330719709204034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107330719709204034' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-107280218310405623</id><published>2003-12-30T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T11:37:28.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well this weekend was a nice four day break from, well, nothing much since my work doesn’t have anything for me to do.  However the time spent with friends was goodstuffs.  We played a great card game called Munchkin.  If you’ve ever played D&amp;D or ever enjoyed making fun of D&amp;D then you just might enjoy this game.  We played it for hours upon hours.  Been itching to find a new game to buy; </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107280218310405623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107280218310405623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107280218310405623' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-107220951726019554</id><published>2003-12-23T14:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T15:00:03.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Aha, found it.  Read an article a while back in a science magazine about the ability for us to convert our organic and other carbon based waste into oil.  Here's their website:  http://www.changingworldtech.com.  Check it out, it looks promising.Also in other news they're gonna start building the worlds first Fusion power plant soon...times are a changin'Funny part about the fusion plant is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107220951726019554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107220951726019554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107220951726019554' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-107185814514239171</id><published>2003-12-19T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T15:00:13.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rationalization is an ugly beast... On the lighter side of things, those that play video games this is a freakin hilarious review...at least it was for me: http://www.gamespot.com/pc/action/sniperpathofvengeance/review.html Went to our usual bar last night, odd not actually drinking alcohol at a bar, but the free pool helped hide that thought. Sadly Rebecca wasn't there again and I found out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107185814514239171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107185814514239171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107185814514239171' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-107153090208205432</id><published>2003-12-15T18:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T18:29:12.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well not much happened this weekend.  As a major note, not a single drop of alcohol was consumed by my persons.  I played copious amounts of Unreal II eXtended MultiPlayer and decided to not even sleep Saturday night but instead dedicate those hours normally reserved for sleep to steeling artifacts from some virtual base, over and over and over again.  All I can say is I'm addicted and that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107153090208205432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107153090208205432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107153090208205432' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-107083730321614570</id><published>2003-12-07T17:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T17:49:05.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Need to catch up on the past two weekends.  Turkey-day weekend started off with Shawn and I eating at FEAST OF THE DRAGON! for our turkey-day dinner; your basic Chinese buffet.  It was grand and such.  Then we headed down to WV and hooked up with Ken and Leslie.  Met up with Roger and his family.  Nikki is still as cute as ever.  Went and watched Master &amp; Commander, I give it a 7 out of 10.  Not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107083730321614570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/107083730321614570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107083730321614570' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-106995721321511759</id><published>2003-11-27T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-27T22:22:54.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And the beat goes on...Sonny and Cher songs aside the past two weeks have been filled with mostly Americas Army.  That damnable game has lured me into its addictive arms once again.  It's even more addictive when you can get a full squad of your friends together and coordinate attacks and defensive positions.  Teamspeak of course helps in this endeavor.  The pleasant shouts of "BULLSHIT!" and "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/106995721321511759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/106995721321511759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106995721321511759' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-106890938960613193</id><published>2003-11-15T10:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-15T10:35:54.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This weekend so far has been one of drunken fanfare.  Thursday night we went to Gorden Birsch again for some free pool and great beer.  Bartender there is named Rebecca and she only charged us for two out of the five drinks we had…god bless her.  I of course being the sometimes naïve/overly honest bastard that I am said out loud when looking at the check, “Are you sure this is right?”.  Shawn </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/106890938960613193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/106890938960613193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106890938960613193' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-106836615754361041</id><published>2003-11-09T03:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T03:22:35.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally posted something new on Blissful Insanity...sadly it isn't really new.  It's just something I wrote almost six years ago.  Inspiration is elusive, it seems to be gaining distance from me the older I get.  Oh well, enjoy.  Tomorrow I may post another old poem.  Revisiting my days of self-hatred and despair may just jolt me into seeing inspiration in my current state. Well I'm off to bed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/106836615754361041'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/106836615754361041'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106836615754361041' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-106779693295488157</id><published>2003-11-02T13:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-02T13:15:31.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nothing much happened this weekend.  I was thinking of going down to West Virginia with Shawn to hit up a Halloween party but when I took a look at my finances and found only $30 of spending money I decided against it.  Anyhow I went to this party at this guy’s house that I work with.  It was fun, there was a bonfire and lots to drink and eat.  A good time was had.  Saturday was all about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/106779693295488157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/106779693295488157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106779693295488157' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-106735238319432158</id><published>2003-10-28T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T09:46:22.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For Tina,You've really moved in a circle haven't ya; too many drugs and the usual assholes that relate to them.  You need to kick this shit, you were doing well there for a while, how did things get so fucked up again?  You know what advice I'm going to give; I've given it before.  Cut your ties to everyone involved with drugs, all your suppliers.  Delete their numbers off your phone.  The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/106735238319432158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/106735238319432158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106735238319432158' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-106709993842615542</id><published>2003-10-25T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T11:38:57.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This past weekend was one of enjoyment.  I spent all day Saturday drinking with my friends at the Ohio Renaissance Fair.  It was my first time going and I had expected it to be much smaller than what it ended up being.  It’s freakin huge!  Anyhow we mostly just walked around and drank, I think we sat for around 6 shows in all, though during the last one Ken and I got up and went for a beer run </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/106709993842615542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/106709993842615542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106709993842615542' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-106541038935916588</id><published>2003-10-05T22:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-05T22:19:49.206-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another weekend used up, another week to work away.  Whoever dreamed up this workweek idea really didn't look at the long term implications of a 5 day week and a 2 day weekend.  The other way around would be so much nicer.I’ve almost settled in to the new apartment, only a few things remain…namely purchasing a damn bed and dresser.  The state of my room is utter chaos with computer parts, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/106541038935916588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/106541038935916588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106541038935916588' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-106476510821490200</id><published>2003-09-28T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T11:05:08.293-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I miss many things in my life.  The changes I’ve made recently have started inflicting their pain.  I’m kind of amazed at how long it took for the pain to set in.  I miss my friends; eating lunch with my co-workers; sleeping on the train to and from work; the monolithic mountain gracing the skyline; odd talks of life and pain with Tina, Eva and Allison; ski trips to whistler; living at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/106476510821490200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/106476510821490200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106476510821490200' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-106476344799588985</id><published>2003-09-28T10:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T10:37:27.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm back, finally.  I have constant access to the internet for the first time in over a year.  I have a few things to catch up on so stay tuned.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/106476344799588985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/106476344799588985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106476344799588985' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-105879073547480505</id><published>2003-07-21T07:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-21T07:32:15.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Need to catch-up on a few things.  July 4th weekend was odd and adventurous.  For starters a friend of mine, Ken, came down from Illinois Thursday night.  We started the night off by heading out to a pool hall that Shawn and I frequent called the Golden 8 Ball and played pool for an hour or so.  I was the DD so I didn’t get to consume much alcohol.  The TowersWe got home around midnight or so</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/105879073547480505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/105879073547480505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105879073547480505' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-105762586592341700</id><published>2003-07-07T19:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T19:57:45.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am lost in my words, I can't find what to write.  Nothing comes to me that is even semi-coherant.  This is the second time in two weeks I've sat down and wanted to write in my blog and have not been able to do so.  I have nothing, my brain is an endless sea of tranquility.My heart is lonely however...but it grants me no words.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/105762586592341700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/105762586592341700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105762586592341700' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-95139643</id><published>2003-05-31T22:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-31T22:22:46.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God has it been forever since I last blogged.  I think I’ve lost all my usual readers due to the infrequent updates.... ah well worse shit could happen.  Sometimes I think it’s nice to wait so long.  It gives me more to write.Well I went to my first strip bar ever.  It was to meet up with this girl that one of my friends intro’d me to.  She’s a pretty cool kat, much an outward reflection of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/95139643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/95139643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95139643' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-93684624</id><published>2003-05-02T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T21:31:07.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quick update, I may write later.I'm done with bartending for a bit, though my personal mixing of chemicals that fuck up your brain will continue unabated.  I'm now landscaping at a whopping $10 an hour, nice thing is we average almost 60 hours a week right now.  Though as the season turns to winter these hours will steadily decrease.  I finally received my 401a money.  I'm rich for a few days.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/93684624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/93684624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93684624' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-92812726</id><published>2003-04-17T21:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T21:09:03.983-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I try to write out something and all that comes out is garbled shit.  I'll try again later.My mind doesn't seem to want to translate emotions into words properly.  Maybe I'm b0rked.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/92812726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/92812726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92812726' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-92297932</id><published>2003-04-09T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T11:11:22.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My cellphone has died; the peoples at the company have finally removed my cellphone privileges after around 2 months of not paying.  I’m only about 4 days from getting my check…the one I was supposed to live off of after I had quit my job.  It’s only a little late in coming.  But my cellphone will be back and operational hopefully by next week, it will also have a new local number too.  I’ll send</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/92297932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/92297932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92297932' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-91364626</id><published>2003-03-25T15:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-25T15:17:43.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I bartended for the first time last night, made $33 in tips between 12 customers.  I was happy.  It was strange, having to interact with strangers on levels that were not usual stranger type interaction. Almost all of the customers asked for my name and called me by it to get drinks and such.  Mixing drinks at this place isn’t as fun as usual mixing, they have these auto-pourers that pour exactly</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/91364626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/91364626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#91364626' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-90666625</id><published>2003-03-13T15:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-13T15:58:59.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have arrived, I am alive.  Columbus so far has treated me well.  I have a few job leads all technical, computer stuff related, which is not what I wanted to do.  But money is money in the end and I need money to live.  Stupid commerical society.  When I take over the world we'll go back to trading women for valuables.  Screw this currency system.  Well I've been playing games like a rabid </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/90666625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/90666625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2003_03_01_archive.html#90666625' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-89910393</id><published>2003-02-28T12:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T12:19:44.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Idaho welcomes you.  And so does this pain that is and that will continue to be my personal hell.  I have this pain, caused by something, in my shoulder.  It can only be described as an agonizing stitch that constantly berates the nerves in my arm and chest.  Even makes it hard to breath.  Luckily last night I had Vick, see Vick and his Quil can conquer anything,  I took a few sips of the Night </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/89910393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/89910393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89910393' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-89388703</id><published>2003-02-19T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-19T16:40:45.156-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Go here and listen to my immortalI really like her voice.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/89388703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/89388703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#89388703' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-88942979</id><published>2003-02-11T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T19:49:49.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This bothers me.  The quote from that article that just grates at me is:"If you don't have an opinion, then move out of the way."The article is basically saying; if you are not biased in the way that we like you to be, then we aren’t going to allow you to have this position.  How fucking unconstitutional is that?Politicians can eat my shit and die.  Fucking bitchcocks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/88942979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/88942979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88942979' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-88668771</id><published>2003-02-06T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-06T16:54:20.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The topic of war these days seems to be the source of a heated debate.  I’m not a person who overly enjoys war because people tend to die during it.  I however cannot fully join the camp of the anti-war, pacifist ranks because in this world, war is sometimes necessary.  It’s a conflicting view, one that bothers me.  On one hand killing people is just wrong, but what else would remove the Taliban </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/88668771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/88668771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2003_02_01_archive.html#88668771' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-88183071</id><published>2003-01-28T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-28T18:53:08.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Responding to Shawn’s recent thread on the wacky weed, alcohol and the barriers we use to keep in the insanity.  Alcohol has on one occasion worn through my barriers.  About 5 years ago when I had first moved out to Washington I met up with this girl I had met in Seattle at this bar I still find nice and quaint.  Well I was feeling sick in the head…the kind of feelings I get when I find the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/88183071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/88183071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#88183071' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-87617169</id><published>2003-01-17T20:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-01-17T20:01:17.006-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, an update I’m guessing is in order.  So here it goes.The administrative staff (all volunteer) at our fire station was never up to par with what one would expect in a building dedicated to housing those who are an integral part of public safety.  The district I was in covered 2,500 low-middle income individuals, with the average age closer to retirement than anything.  So heart attacks, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/87617169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/87617169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2003_01_01_archive.html#87617169' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-86280629</id><published>2002-12-19T13:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-19T13:41:50.593-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So here I am, sitting at work and my head feels like a large bowl of warm water.  You see, last night I get to sleep at a good 11pm hour, then at 3am there's a sick little ol' lady that has some chest pains that we go see and I get back to bed around 3:30am.  But apparently I've gotten a cold cause my nose is running and I can't get back to sleep.  So I take a sip...I'll repeat my self...a SIP of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/86280629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/86280629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_12_01_archive.html#86280629' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-84873610</id><published>2002-11-21T10:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-21T10:44:37.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This place will be quiet for the next few weeks; things are getting hectic at work, the firehouse and personal preparation for getting my ass out of this place.  Blissful Insanity may see some updates soon but that's because insane shit is so much easier to throw out then the real life stuff.As a side note, Ken's link has been updated to his latest and greatest.  Welcome back Ken, and stop </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/84873610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/84873610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84873610' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-84180476</id><published>2002-11-07T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-07T12:40:03.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jell woof judos wife as plod jip, jet owed joke lowlife scud woke.  Dow kinked.  Joke dikes, cam.  Mow lipase askew.  Cowed nod an weeks like life-slaked work disjoin unduly woodlice lakes ill kiln kef elks alcove raja leek flak.Ever just type gibberish and have the spell check correct all the words for you.  Selecting the first choice on each, I'm sure I'll come up with an epic story someday.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/84180476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/84180476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84180476' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-84020616</id><published>2002-11-04T15:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T15:48:06.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mmmm, lesbians and Doom 3.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/84020616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/84020616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#84020616' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-83879449</id><published>2002-11-01T11:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-01T11:35:29.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had one of these at work for a while, they do command authority</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/83879449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/83879449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_11_01_archive.html#83879449' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-83851433</id><published>2002-10-31T20:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-31T20:02:51.433-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A note to June:Your last letter spoke of me feeling distant or uninterested.  These have been there from the beginning.  I am distant because you are married.  I cannot be in a relationship with someone who is married.  It’s not who I am.  I have also dedicated myself to the community I now work for as a firefighter.  When you are at the station those people will always come first.  The other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/83851433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/83851433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83851433' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-83735332</id><published>2002-10-29T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-29T16:30:35.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had to change the name of Naked Ranting...seems I was getting alot of porn surfers looking for naked pictures or something.  So it's being changed to Blissful Insanity, the link is changed below as well.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/83735332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/83735332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83735332' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-83683043</id><published>2002-10-28T17:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-28T17:08:32.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's what I looked like at the party...notice the Ramones t-shirt is a tad bit too clean ;)I get to dress up like that and come to work Wednesday!  They should have Halloween like every month or so, make life more interesting.The party was fun as hell; I was more inebriated than I have been since WAnk puked over my balcony.  And that was a while back.  Well, the night started slow at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/83683043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/83683043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83683043' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-83530523</id><published>2002-10-25T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-25T18:31:16.143-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Going to a Halloween party at Diana’s.  I’m dressing up as a 80’s-90’s punk rocker…you know the Ramones/Iggy Pop worshiper.  I’ll try and get some pictures, I’m gonna look bad ass in my studded collar and spiked blue hair.Ah well, I’ll fill everyone in on Monday.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/83530523'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/83530523'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83530523' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-83083350</id><published>2002-10-16T17:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-29T11:24:29.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As a quick note…and damn I’ve been writing a lot lately.This is a great read.  It entertained me for a good hour as I was trying to look like I was working.  What is hilarious is she finds the title “There’s a black man in my wife’s ass!” just as hilarious as all of my faithful friends did when we ran across it in one of Pat’s Christmas magazine-gifts over the new years holiday this past year.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/83083350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/83083350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83083350' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-83082496</id><published>2002-10-16T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-16T16:43:35.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tonight I was supposed to go to a Creed concert.  Yes I know Ken; you hate Creed, bite me.  Anyways, it isn’t happening cause guess what?  The lead singer has laryngitis!  It’s a freaking epidemic, and in epidemic I mean at least two people I know are infected.  I’m actually just about to get over mine.  My voice currently just sounds like I’m talking through a thin film of phlegm.  I don’t </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/83082496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/83082496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83082496' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-83081491</id><published>2002-10-16T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-16T16:23:16.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ken, your last comment has elicited this:I hate you, your death will generate great joy within my soul.  With my hands clasped about your fragile throat I will throttle you until flecks of spit fly from your mouth and speckle my grin-strained face.  I will then take your body consume it entirely and shit it out in a toilet that makes the one in Trainspotting look like virgin porcelain.Other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/83081491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/83081491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83081491' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-83036858</id><published>2002-10-15T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T18:25:50.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have no clue if this will go in or not, seems like blogger is having issues.  Been listening to CD's that have been gathering dust and might I add Pisces Iscariot is one kickass CD.  Classic Smashing Pumpkins.  Feels like a fever is about to set in again, I hate fevers.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/83036858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/83036858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83036858' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-83031527</id><published>2002-10-15T16:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T16:09:42.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I totally forgot to say what I wanted to say.  What I was trying to get at is women who smoke suck in more ways than just the health issues.  Because I can't remember their scent due to the overwhelming toxic stench that pervades their clothing, skin, bed sheets, pillows, bathrooms, breath and so on.  It's sad really, cause I know they put perfume on, my nose just can't find it.  You see, this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/83031527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/83031527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83031527' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-83024075</id><published>2002-10-15T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T13:14:12.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Laryngitis sucks; first time I’ve had it for any extended period of time.  I don’t have a complete shutdown of vocal ability but I sound like I suffer from some side effect of smoking too much.  Didn’t get really sick, but enough to make concentrating on work difficult.  Had a unique moment today.  I was working on a server, taking out a screw from one of its side panels.  After I took off the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/83024075'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/83024075'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#83024075' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-82796116</id><published>2002-10-10T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-10T11:01:51.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Those twelve missing hours of sleep from last week decided to get their vengence.  I woke up yesterday feeling like shit; sickness was setting in.  When I got home from work I fell into bed at 6pm, woke up once around 11pm, relieved myself, and then went back to sleep.  I awoke at 6am to the sound of my alarm feeling about 10 times better.The dreams I had were...odd mixtures of sex, alcohol and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/82796116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/82796116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82796116' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-82642836</id><published>2002-10-07T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-10-07T12:30:57.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man have I been busy.  Okay, so we’ll start on Monday.  Worked all day, then that night a girl, her name is June, wanted me to come to her work and play pool with her.  I left her work at around 1:30am, got home around 2:00am and was awakened by my alarm at the beautiful hour of 6:00am.  4 Hours of sleep downTuesday nights are drill nights at the fire station.  After work I slept for about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/82642836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/82642836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_10_01_archive.html#82642836' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-82147260</id><published>2002-09-26T10:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-26T10:01:39.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nothing much going on here…I have decided to not take EMT classes here however.  I’m just going to get out of debt and then move.  The boredom is making me rot.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/82147260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/82147260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#82147260' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-81791908</id><published>2002-09-18T17:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-18T17:16:56.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is an interesting read.  I often feel uncomfortable when I contemplate the power that religious organizations hold and what has been done with this power in the past.  The word “organization” itself, to me, denotes an environment that can restrict idealistic thinking that may fall outside of rules and regulatory notions that form the basis of that particular organization.  Especially when </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/81791908'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/81791908'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81791908' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-81746987</id><published>2002-09-17T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-17T19:16:41.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Once again, I love these guys.  Voice communication when playing games is what really makes them fun nowadays.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/81746987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/81746987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81746987' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-81691857</id><published>2002-09-16T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-16T17:03:22.240-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I suppose I should give some closure to some of the things going on in my life, I tend to get distracted once things are over and don’t often revisit them.  On the DUI charges they were plea-bargained down to negligent driving, which is exceptionally good news.  No jail time, no SR-22 insurance, no loss of drivers license.  Just some hefty fines and I’m good to go.  Given it will impact my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/81691857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/81691857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81691857' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-81510143</id><published>2002-09-12T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-12T10:52:53.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tonight I was invited to go to a calendar release party, I don’t have the link on me but I’ll post it when I can, the girls on the calendar are very attractive.  The party is going to be about 600 some odd people, and of the ritzy nature.  I’m going all tuxed up and there was word that Danny Glover is going to be there.  My Lieutenant is “dating” her old physical therapist and he lives with the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/81510143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/81510143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81510143' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-81510055</id><published>2002-09-12T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-12T10:50:07.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I didn’t really comment on Sept 11.  Mostly because whenever I see pictures or read about it I get sick to the stomach.  I really can’t understand it, and I fear it.  I can understand the desire to die for your beliefs; I just don’t understand beliefs that can drive so much desire to create pain.Last night a group of us firefighters went out and ate dinner, had a few beers and played some pool.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/81510055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/81510055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81510055' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-81407149</id><published>2002-09-10T10:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-10T10:15:02.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy One Day Late Birthday Christina</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/81407149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/81407149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81407149' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-81378946</id><published>2002-09-09T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-12T17:19:15.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quick update, nothing much happening in the life thingie.  Waiting...still waiting on DSL, new date is now Sept 27thish.  UT2003 is doing the waiting thing as well on its demo release.  And for those that care, Simcity 4 looks like a freakin blast.  I'll be picking it up when it is released as I've always been a Simcity fan.  I've been too busy as of late and it looks like it's going to continue.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/81378946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/81378946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81378946' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-81098327</id><published>2002-09-03T12:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-09-03T12:46:32.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Went to Canada this weekend for one night, partied and then came home.  Nothing really to note except that it was fun and cheap.  Came back home and then went camping with my dad for a night.  Overall, labor day weekend was a pretty damn good one.  Dats all I gots for now.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/81098327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/81098327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81098327' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-80743386</id><published>2002-08-26T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-26T15:43:19.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They say music can alter moods and talk to you, well can it load a gun up for you, and cock it too?Well if it can, then the next time you assault a dude, just tell the judge it was my fault and I'll get sued.See what these kids do is hear about us totin' pistols and they want to get one cause they think the shit's coolnot knowin' we really just protectin' ourselves, we’re entertainersof </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/80743386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/80743386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80743386' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-80584401</id><published>2002-08-22T16:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-26T14:54:28.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love these types of scientific achievements .  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/80584401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/80584401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80584401' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-80580751</id><published>2002-08-22T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-26T14:54:39.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been reading about women being convicted of adultery and sentenced to stoning.  I find religions who believe that the women is solely responsible for adultery to be barbaric and ignorant.  This type of short-sightedness and closed-mindedness is what makes many religions, most prominently Christianity and Islamic religions, create suffering when the basis of their religions is to not judge, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/80580751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/80580751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80580751' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-80492410</id><published>2002-08-20T16:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-20T17:20:50.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been reading a few Anti-USA articles and contemplating the reasons why so many foreigners hate the country I live in.  I'll try to keep this to a logical discussion without including any of my wonderously complex and illogical emotions.  If I can find any "hard" proof I'll try to link you to it since the internet is full of great information, however just like in everything else, it may or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/80492410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/80492410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80492410' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-80268223</id><published>2002-08-15T03:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-15T03:29:52.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nah, I'm getting too old for this shit.  The more drunk I get these days, the more I see how fucking stupid it is.  Not that there's anything wrong with being stupid.  It was good when I could tolerate it, but now a days I can't.I sit here, at least ten to twelve beers in me in the past 2 hours or so.  And I'm getting a buzz, but shit, the conversation is nil, the little youngin's are runnin </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/80268223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/80268223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#80268223' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-79957701</id><published>2002-08-07T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-07T18:53:10.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I’ve tasked myself with a new “goal”.  I really don’t have time to jump back into college and increase my worldly knowledge so I’m looking at other ways to utilize those two remaining brain cells I have that still function.  So I’m having a country a month deal where I’m going to hit up the local library, get books on a country and learn me something.  I was thinking of hitting up Tibet first, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/79957701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/79957701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79957701' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-79901784</id><published>2002-08-06T13:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-08-06T13:50:55.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Had the pre-trial thing happen.  Got another continuance as the prosecutor was checking to see if they will reduce the charges, which would freaking own.I kissed and generally made out with Diana the other night while we were camping.  It was pure enjoyment.  I didn’t even think about sex, just thought about having fun.  Praise all that is holy…and shit, praise all that is unholy while you’re </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/79901784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/79901784'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_08_01_archive.html#79901784' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-79602479</id><published>2002-07-30T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-30T12:42:33.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had a dream last night.  I was in the underground deserted city, with my sister.  And we were attempting to escape because something unknown but not healthy to the continuance of life was about to happen.  The hallways were just wide enough to squeeze your body through sideways.  Claustrophobia is no friend of mine.  We continue on, always heading upward.  We come to a landing that has a ladder</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/79602479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/79602479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79602479' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-79567105</id><published>2002-07-29T17:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T17:26:48.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Friday night bachelor party was a blast.  Started off they went paint-balling during the day, which I missed due to work, and then around 6pm they headed off to Game Works, and I hitched a ride.  We ate dinner and invited this girl who was attractive to our table, she came and sat but something was not all there with her.  She was sitting by herself at a table, waiting to go to a movie by </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/79567105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/79567105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79567105' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-79550490</id><published>2002-07-29T10:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-29T10:06:12.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have added a comments section...WAnk was my inspiration.  Just click on "Say stuff".</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/79550490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/79550490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79550490' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-79457822</id><published>2002-07-26T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-26T18:59:33.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everyone have a good weekend.Be at peace.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/79457822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/79457822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79457822' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-79412279</id><published>2002-07-25T17:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-25T17:57:03.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I want to be in Lexington...like now.  And I could even make it happen, with much thrashing and gnashing of teeth, I could be there in three days.  But I'd lose my car most likely, and probably would have to claim bankruptcy.  Some days, it seems almost worth it.This is to take nothing away from my friends here, they are great and have given smiles and memories galore, but they have their own </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/79412279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/79412279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79412279' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-79408016</id><published>2002-07-25T15:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-25T15:54:41.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have given money to these guys, cause they are some of the best damn cartoonist that appeal to my style of humor.For your pleasure.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/79408016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/79408016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79408016' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-79310597</id><published>2002-07-23T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-23T13:08:04.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HelloI've waited here for you.Everlong.Tonight I throw myself intoand out of the red out of her head she sangCome down and waste away with medown with meSlow how you wanted it to beover my head, out of my head she sangand I wonderwhen I sing along with youIf everything could ever feel this real foreverIf anything could ever be this good againthe only thing I'll ever ask of you</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/79310597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/79310597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79310597' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-79165777</id><published>2002-07-19T16:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-19T16:29:41.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here's some Friday goodness.I'm going sailing tonight after work, it'll be the first time I've actually sailed.  I've been on a few boats but never a large sail boat, so this should be fun.  Specially since the sun is shining.Everyone have an exceptional weekend.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/79165777'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/79165777'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79165777' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-79122201</id><published>2002-07-18T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-18T17:00:41.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“And how can anyone expect to communicate with any sort of meaning without exposing themselves? I knew this. I know this. How easy it is to forget what we know. Perhaps not easy ... perhaps just convenient.”Sent a message off to a friend I hadn’t spoken too in a while.  She lives on the East coast and it has been good to “speak” to her again.  She has been catching up on my blog, and came upon </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/79122201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/79122201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79122201' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-79066179</id><published>2002-07-17T10:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-17T10:11:13.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For some reason my archives disappear from time to time.  Kind of annoying...I think I fixed them.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/79066179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/79066179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#79066179' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-78989350</id><published>2002-07-15T16:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-15T16:20:33.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As you can see below, I was upset at losing close to 2 hours of my life to such utter crap.Be at peace my tortured eyes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/78989350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/78989350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78989350' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-78980136</id><published>2002-07-15T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-15T12:27:01.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> What!  I tell you Reign of Fire sucked my ever-loving balls.  Here is my glowing review:First, this is a movie about dragons right?  No, wait, its about the British guy right...no wait, its about the American fucknuts right?  Notice I don't know their names, because I never got attached to any characters enough to remember them.  Spoiler stuff below this line______________________________</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/78980136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/78980136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78980136' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-78882540</id><published>2002-07-12T18:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-12T18:04:52.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ohhh yeah!  Time to watch a movie, with a very attractive woman no less.  Mmm, muy hermosa.Going to go see Reign of Fire.  Looks like it could be a flop but I've heard good things, from real people and such.  So we'll see how it is.  I'll give a review of it Monday...or something.There is a car wash tomorrow to make money for our Fire Fighters Association, hope it goes well.  And Sunday I get</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/78882540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/78882540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78882540' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-78793276</id><published>2002-07-10T17:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-10T18:58:31.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I posted how I shy away from books and such that are geared towards personal views of the world and how things should be.  However, since almost any type of fictional writing contains at the least a smatter of the author/creator's own views of the world I decided I would elaborate on that statement.  I do like reading books and experiencing the perceptions of others on the world, just not one's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/78793276'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/78793276'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78793276' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-78792513</id><published>2002-07-10T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-10T16:44:50.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't get to read as much as I used to.  And I've always loved reading something that would allow me to say something so illogical that it would bring my friends to tears, either through laughter or frustration (mostly the latter).  I have never read Nietzsche (that is Neechee for people like me).  But I have had people read things from his book to me, as well as that Ayn Rand person.  Many of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/78792513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/78792513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78792513' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-78739728</id><published>2002-07-09T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-09T13:11:31.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My head hurts.I went out and drank like a dumbass last night, slept through almost 2 hours of alarm clock and woke up drunk.I'm at work, still a little drunk and I feel like shit.I have drill tonight, I so hope that we don't do anything extremely physical.  I don't think I could handle that right now.Peace out, I'll check ma peeps latah...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/78739728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/78739728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78739728' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-78484419</id><published>2002-07-02T18:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-07-02T18:59:59.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't really have anything to say.  Except:Estoy aprendiendo español. Me están enseñando por la hermosa mujer.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/78484419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/78484419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_07_01_archive.html#78484419' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-78135953</id><published>2002-06-24T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T11:00:50.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A quick comment on the death penalty that my friend Ken wrote about...I am against the death penalty, just as he is, and this comment isn't about anything he wrote but more on the subject of how hard it is sometimes to not want someone to pay with his or her life.  Case in point, the mother who killed all five of her children by drowning them in the tub, one after the other.  This disturbed me,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/78135953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/78135953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78135953' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-78134561</id><published>2002-06-24T10:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-24T10:22:24.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally got the time to write again.  Anyways…What I’m trying to drive at is that the hatred was the problem all along; it wasn’t that people treated me like shit; it wasn’t that I had a shitty childhood; these were not the problems.  The largest culprit to my hatred was lack of understanding.  I didn’t understand why these things were happening to me.  And being young, I now know why I quickly</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/78134561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/78134561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#78134561' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-77754535</id><published>2002-06-14T16:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-14T16:17:48.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>One of my good friends, Shawn (his blog link is to the left) was writing about how in his life he tricked himself into believing that all would be better if he could just accomplish a certain task or get to a point in his life that he was aiming for, as always I know exactly what he's talking about.  A little digression...It all started back in 5th grade, I had just moved from Kentucky to West </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/77754535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/77754535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77754535' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-77716215</id><published>2002-06-13T18:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-13T18:01:20.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Benydryl is the bane of awareness.  It completely numbs the mind to the point where you can only drool and stare blankly at flashing or pretty lights.  I tried to counteract the drowsiness by downing caffeine in large quantaties...it didn't do jack.  Instead of making me more aware it just made my heart beat faster while I continued to drool and look around with drug induced apathy.The benydryl</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/77716215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/77716215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77716215' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-77684283</id><published>2002-06-12T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-12T23:36:02.693-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I found the drive, the nav/info bar now has some links close to the bottom of it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/77684283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/77684283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77684283' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-77673590</id><published>2002-06-12T18:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-12T18:18:11.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have some firends that have bloggers.  Incase you want to read them.Here: http://www.faithandreason.blogspot.comHere: http://www.amazonzpalace.blogspot.comThere are others but I've seemed to have misplaced them.  I think I'll get all the links placed in my navigation bar.  When I get enough drive to do so.I'll write more later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/77673590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/77673590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77673590' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-77542023</id><published>2002-06-09T18:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-06-10T14:59:31.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time.  I have many beliefs surrounding that one word.  One is that time is purely man made.  That the concept of hours and days is something we have created in an attempt to bring order to our lives.  Another, one I hold more belief in, is that Time is a world of its own; a reality that has windows into every thing that has happened and that will happen, a grand catalog of All.  Time in an odd </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/77542023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/77542023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_06_01_archive.html#77542023' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3164792.post-77160539</id><published>2002-05-30T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-05-30T18:44:14.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't really have anything to say.  But thought I'd throw out something.I'm starting this little deal with one of my good friends.  We are taking turns picking a director and seeing 3 of his/her movies.  I got to choose first and have selected Atom Egoyan.  The three movies we are going to watch, that he directed are: Exotica, Felicia's Journey and The Sweet Hereafter.  We haven't really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/77160539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3164792/posts/default/77160539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://harmuser.blogspot.com/2002_05_01_archive.html#77160539' title=''/><author><name>Harm</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13507335804082810357</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://myspace-565.vo.llnwd.net/00160/56/50/160530565_l.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
