<?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-6380928</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:29:46.248-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stuff</title><subtitle type='html'>Spuratic rantings of a mad man!!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sc2gt.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380928/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc2gt.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416423482458817895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380928.post-112278392564327951</id><published>2005-07-30T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-30T23:28:16.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/335/1600/BucketDance.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/5296/335/200/BucketDance.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want love, but it's impossible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A man like me, so irresponsible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;A man like me is dead in places&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Other men feel liberated&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I can't love shot full of holes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't feel nothing I just feel cold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't feel nothing, just old scars&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Toughening up around my heart&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;But I want love, just a different kind&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want love, won't break me down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Won't break me up, won't fence me in&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want love, that don't mean a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;That's the love I want, I want Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I want love on my terms&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;After everthing I've learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Me, I carry too much baggage&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Oh man I've seen so much traffic&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;So bring it on. I've been bruised&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;Don't give me love that's clean and smooth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;I'm ready for the rougher stuff&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;No sweet romance, I've had enough&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380928-112278392564327951?l=sc2gt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380928/posts/default/112278392564327951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380928/posts/default/112278392564327951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc2gt.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112278392564327951' title=''/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416423482458817895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380928.post-108639548321964620</id><published>2004-06-04T19:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T19:31:23.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Booty Cheese!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380928-108639548321964620?l=sc2gt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380928/posts/default/108639548321964620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380928/posts/default/108639548321964620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc2gt.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108639548321964620' title=''/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416423482458817895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380928.post-107864352117416713</id><published>2004-03-07T01:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T01:15:05.090-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Good morning, me.  Did you sleep well?  And did you wake up well?&lt;br /&gt;Does the light and the wind, the air and the smell, all feel brand new?&lt;br /&gt;Is each and every cell in you body awake now?&lt;br /&gt;Today, you are who you are today.&lt;br /&gt;You are a newer version of me.  Myself ten years from now...&lt;br /&gt;That's so far away for me that I can't even begin to imagine.&lt;br /&gt;Am i alone?  Or is there a wonderful person next to me?&lt;br /&gt;Well, knowing me, I'm sure i am troubling a lot of different people.&lt;br /&gt;But that's all right.  There's no problem.  i will always be cheering you on.&lt;br /&gt;And now for a big cheer...from the bottom of my heart.&lt;br /&gt;Go! Go! Me, me, me!  Do your best, do you best!&lt;br /&gt;Me, me, me!  Don't lose, don't lose!  Me, me, me!&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer here... But I'm here today, and I'll always be&lt;br /&gt;cheering for you right here... Cheering for you, my only self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Faye Valentine&lt;br /&gt;Speak like a child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380928-107864352117416713?l=sc2gt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380928/posts/default/107864352117416713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380928/posts/default/107864352117416713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc2gt.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107864352117416713' title=''/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416423482458817895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380928.post-107666324514594751</id><published>2004-02-13T03:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-13T03:09:57.610-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got asked for the best story about my Saturn and me and this is all that i could come up with.&lt;br /&gt;"I guess the best story that I have about my Saturn would be how we met. Well, here it is January of 2000, yep that's right just after the new year. My girlfriend had just blown up her car and was in desperate need of a new one to drive. Being the concerned boyfriend with good credit that I was I decided to help her get a new one. Her baby's grandfather fixed and sold used, low milage Saturns. So we looked and drove all that he had and decided on this nice little 1998 Silver SC2 with 25k miles on it. So I bought it for her. Then came March and I caught her cheating on me. One of her first questions was what is going to happen to the Saturn, I told her that if she kept up the payments and insurance on it then she would hear nothing from me about it. After we had our conversation I went to the bank and informed the loan officer what had happened and asked her to watch the loan to make sure that the payments were made on time and to call me if they were late. For the first couple of months no problem everything was on-time, then came June she was late by a week. I told the lady at the bank to let it slide for now but if she was late again to repo the car. July, without fail she was late. I told the bank to repo the car and I would be up there to straighten everything out and take the car from them. I took them 3 weeks to find the car but they did and is was taken and locked in the bank's secure lot. I went up and redid the loan to take my ex's name off, caught the payment up and picked up my Satty. Now comes around mid-August, my ex calls me to ask for a ride to work. She tells me that the car was repoed and that I was the only person that she could get a hold of. I told her that I knew the car got repoed and yes I could give her a ride to work. One thing that I failed to mention to her on the phone was that I had been working with the bank to get the car repoed. Well, I pull up at her house driving the Satty and she flew off the handle like a redneck on Springer. She calms down and I give her a ride to work, the whole time she is saying give me back my car. I told her to remember back to what we talked about when we broke up, that she had to keep up the payments and insurance. To make the story short she got 2 late payments and a repo on her credit and I got the car. I have to say that I have loved it and modded it ever since."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380928-107666324514594751?l=sc2gt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380928/posts/default/107666324514594751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380928/posts/default/107666324514594751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc2gt.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107666324514594751' title=''/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416423482458817895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380928.post-107562955459023996</id><published>2004-02-01T03:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T04:04:04.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/visitedStates/statemap?visited=ALFLGAINKYLAMSTN"&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.world66.com/myworld66/visitedStates"&gt;create your own visited states map&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.world66.com"&gt;write about it on the open travel guide&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend sent me to this interesting site where you can list the places that you have visited and it seems that I need to get out more.  LOL, I got plans to but money is always that issue that we will all have at one time or another and that time has come for me now.  Oh, I guess it is on my woulda, coulda, shoulda list now.  &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380928-107562955459023996?l=sc2gt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380928/posts/default/107562955459023996'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380928/posts/default/107562955459023996'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc2gt.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107562955459023996' title=''/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416423482458817895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380928.post-107523039979723793</id><published>2004-01-27T13:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T13:08:49.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Here we are again making a new post but it seems that it earlier in the day than it was last time or maybe it is later.  Latest stuff, went and watched Butterfly Effect.  For peeps out there like me who might be skeptical about how Ashton Crutcher(sp?) performance might be in a more dramatic role, no need to worry he definatly has the depth as an actor to pull it off.  I must say that the movie over all was excellent.  The plot, screen play, performances of all the actors and actresses, and it even have an excellent sence of realism, like it could happen.  I have to give it 3 thumbs up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I am not deciding to rant on and on about the internet and its seeming endless supply of new porn popups or spam, all is kinda well with me today.  I went and applied for a job today becasue that is something that I have found that I need in order to keep accessing this vast sea of information.  I would like to add pictures and what not to my posts but I don't know if this post thingy accepts java script or not.  Oh well I guess that I will have to get over it.  Latez!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380928-107523039979723793?l=sc2gt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380928/posts/default/107523039979723793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380928/posts/default/107523039979723793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc2gt.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107523039979723793' title=''/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416423482458817895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6380928.post-107502919339809526</id><published>2004-01-25T06:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T05:16:40.293-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, here it is a start....hmmmm....it is 4:53am on January 25th and I am bored with the internet.  So what do I just happen to stumble upon?  Oh yes, it is this place where I can post about what ever I want to with the utmost anonimity of the internet.  Ahh, the internet a place where people can come together download music, movies, and software, play games, argue like genious children, and of course be whoever we want to be becasue you can't see me.  In this vast sea of information what do we get pop-up ads and spam for stuff we don't want or need, the generation before us just used to get this on the TV, radio, road side billboards, or junk mail in the box.  I want to know if there is a way to sue the creators of this new ad-ware and spam-ware that we all find so screen filling, not to metion hard drive filling too.  I say hard drive filling because of all of the extra software that we need to have so that we don't have the pop-ups and spam.  Damn, I must be really bored becasue I just payed the pop-up and spam professionals about 5 minutes of my life typing that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, on to better things I guess that since this is my first blog as it were, that I should warn you that all of my rantings come from a clean and sober mind.  Did he say clean and sober?  Yes, he did.  However I am legally a madman, why I am allowed to walk among free society that is a question that still perplexes me.  Okay, that is enough about me and I have nothing more to say for now so I guess I will take my bordom and go to bed.  TTFN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6380928-107502919339809526?l=sc2gt.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380928/posts/default/107502919339809526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6380928/posts/default/107502919339809526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sc2gt.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107502919339809526' title=''/><author><name>Brandon</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17416423482458817895</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
