<?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-15617876</id><updated>2011-08-09T02:31:04.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Own Little World</title><subtitle type='html'>A forum for this little guy to open his big mouth</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</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>170</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-4642184028182266807</id><published>2006-12-05T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T22:32:07.278-05:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P.</title><content type='html'>Last weekend was one big plie of steaming horse shit. On Saturday night I got into a car accident and completely totaled my beloved car "Scarlett".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was on a local highway and was cut-off, when I jammed on my brakes I lost control of the car. I ended up skidding across the road and the back end of my car hit a fire hydrent which in turn completely destroyed the entire back of it... lets put it this way, the entire trunk was inside of itself and the car looked as if it had no back end AT ALL.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am upset as a mother fucker, I LOVED that car and now its simply gone. I did not get a chance to take any pictures of the wreckage but I promise that if the insurance adjuster gives me one last look at it before they total it I will post up pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I figured that I put at least one last picture of "Scarlett" in all of her former glory. She was once a mighty automobile and now she has been reduced to the wrecking ball.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight fair Scarlett, you will truly be missed !!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrbTIJ_w34/RXYS9JfAO3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/hXjkVuzL6Ig/s1600-h/car1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrbTIJ_w34/RXYS9JfAO3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/hXjkVuzL6Ig/s320/car1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5005208877596162930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                                                           Scarlett: Dec 2005- Dec 2006&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-4642184028182266807?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/4642184028182266807/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=4642184028182266807' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/4642184028182266807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/4642184028182266807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/12/rip.html' title='R.I.P.'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_XxrbTIJ_w34/RXYS9JfAO3I/AAAAAAAAAAU/hXjkVuzL6Ig/s72-c/car1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-116294632029364512</id><published>2006-11-07T19:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-07T19:40:53.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ch Ch Changes</title><content type='html'>So not too long ago I was offered a new job at another diamond lab and after accepting it I was holding off on giving my two-week notice at my current job for about a week now. Well I am here to say that the time has finally come and today for some reason or other I picked as my day to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while now I felt like I was going stale at my current job and believe me, I am not going to say anything negative at all about them but I just did not belong there anymore. I have had many wonderful experiences there and made many great friends, all whom I will miss very much but unfortunately I can't just stay at that job for them... I needed to find my own new happiness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a bit nervous about this new opportunity, for almost six years all I knew was grading diamonds and now in this new lab I wont even be doing that. I have a variety of new jobs at my new place and although nervous I am looking forward to the challenge of learning these new tasks. Lets face it I think the reason I was going stale in the first place was because I needed a variety of things to do to keep be going and now I have the chance to shake that monkey called monotiny off of my back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all of my soon to be ex co-workers, you will definately be missed but remember that I can easily find a way to make time for you guys... lets face it I am still going to work in the same building with all of you so there is a good enough chance that we will still see each other almost everyday (just now I won't be able to sit next to ya during the work day).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, time to turn and face the strange...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-116294632029364512?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/116294632029364512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=116294632029364512' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/116294632029364512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/116294632029364512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/11/ch-ch-changes.html' title='Ch Ch Changes'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-116286420280370521</id><published>2006-11-06T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T20:50:02.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Borat Sings !!&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://youtube.com/v/IJ2XwnNfZQc"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://youtube.com/v/IJ2XwnNfZQc" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="350"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations to the EXTREMELY funny Sacha Baron Cohen for having the number one movie this week, Borat!: Cultural Learnings of America For Make Benefit Glorious Nation of Kazakhstan.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters I want to point out that I do not endorse (nor does Baron Cohen) any of the views in this song, it is merely pointing out the prejuduces in this country in a satirical way to unsuspecting real victims of his joke. AND YES THE PEOPLE ARE VERY REAL IN THE CROWD AND ARE NOT ACTORS, they have no idea that Borat is just a character and that they are being duped... very scary thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personally I find him to be one of the funniest guys that I have ever seen and I truly loved "Da Ali G" show where this character of Borat was made popular. Needless to say I am very excited about this flick and I am equally glad to see that it is doing well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just remember this humor may be extreme but in no way am I anti-semetic.... even though I can't say that about the people singing along with the song.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-116286420280370521?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/116286420280370521/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=116286420280370521' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/116286420280370521'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/116286420280370521'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/11/borat-sings-congratulations-to_06.html' title=''/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-116151075586637471</id><published>2006-10-22T05:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T06:03:09.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Trimming The Fat</title><content type='html'>The truth is an amazing thing, no matter how hard you try to bury it somehow it always finds a way to come to light. Try as hard as you want to and in the end all the effort of hiding it will always go to waste, the truth is undeniable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For a while now I have bitten my tongue about something that I have known for quite some time but out of faith I have never said a thing about it... I just pretended not to know and acted as if I were clueless but now my patience is gone and I am tired of pretending to live in the dark wondering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has come for me come clean... I know and I honestly don't give a damn. My life is way too short to waste on stupid things or stupid people. For the first time in a while I am legitimately happy, there are a bunch of new things on my horizon and I totally am feeling good about them all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I say these things now because I am not going to ruin all that I have ahead of me so I figured that the best thing for me to do is a bit of spring cleaning in my life, why wait for the winter to be over when I can just do it now and be happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Also speculate all you want but my gripes here are not the obvious, I will not directly say it here out of good taste, but it is not at all what or who you think it is so before I get inundated with phone calls, DON'T BOTHER. Lets face it, we all have something to hide, ALL OF US, but I stress again it is not what is seems.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As part of my "cleansing" I want to just say that I am fine and do not need to make a further issue of things. I have moved on and now look foward to a exciting future but now I am simply limiting those who I really wanna share it with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is way too short and I need to start making the most of it, so now I simply move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-116151075586637471?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/116151075586637471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=116151075586637471' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/116151075586637471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/116151075586637471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/10/trimming-fat.html' title='Trimming The Fat'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-115931821515099042</id><published>2006-09-26T20:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-26T21:16:58.870-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Queensryche and a Cowgirl</title><content type='html'>This past weekend I went to see one of my most favorite bands on the planet, Queensryche. They were in town preforming their heavy metal "opera" Operation: Mindcrime 1 and 2 in their entirety and seizing the opportunity &lt;a href="http://www.ram2600.blogspot.com/"&gt;ram&lt;/a&gt; and I went to see the show on Friday AND Saturday night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that it was the BEST CONCERT EXPERIENCE. The band played each night for about 3 hours... FLAWLESSLY I might add. The show was filled with theatrics including actors on stage to help protay the story as it was being played by QR.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I have to say was that as a QR fan (and a person obsessed with Mindcrime in particular) I have waited literally 18 years to see this particular show... no joke. The band did not let me down and both nights kicked major ass. Lead singer Geoff Tate sounded absolutely unreal and it blew my mind that after 23 + years of doing this he still sounds as powerful as ever (not to mention the fact that he was running around acting with props during the show). Believe me when I tell you, this show was like no other and I LOVED EVERY SECOOND OF IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the first show I was walking in Times Square with ram and my buddy &lt;a href="http://www.prasetyowibowo.com/"&gt;Tyo&lt;/a&gt; and I ran into a naked Cowgirl so to make the night complete I figured that I had to take a picture with her so here it is, enjoy, I sure did....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/cowgirl.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/400/cowgirl.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-115931821515099042?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/115931821515099042/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=115931821515099042' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115931821515099042'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115931821515099042'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/09/queensryche-and-cowgirl.html' title='Queensryche and a Cowgirl'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-115802962550595138</id><published>2006-09-11T21:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T23:26:32.966-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Five Years Later</title><content type='html'>Today I was listening to a real time radio rebroadcast of the 9/11/01 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Howard Stern Show &lt;/span&gt;and it got me thinking about all of the events of 5 years ago and quite frankly it got me angry all over again. To be fair anger is not my only emotion, there is sadness as well present and a sense of never forgetting where I was at the time everything happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I work in Manhattan where it happened and like any other day I was sitting down at my desk grading diamonds and listening to the Stern Show when all of a sudden they announced on the show what was going on and EVERYONE in my lab was shocked. I ran outside of my office and stood in the middle of an eerily empty intersection at 5th Avenue and 47th Street and I watched as two of the worlds greatest buildings were engulfed in flames. For those of you not familiar with New York geography my location is about 4 miles away from the Trade Center and is relatively close to the center of Manhattan while the Trade Center was located at the southern tip of the city. Due the awesome size of the buildings my co-workers and I had a very clear view of what was happening and the scramble was to contact friends and family was on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After the bulidings fell I grabbed my belongings and took off with a friend. We walked to meet a few other people we knew in the city (ram2600 was one person we met up with) and all of us headed north to distance ourselves from the danger. After it became apparent that we had no other option, we decided to try and find a way home. During our aimless walk we ran into a soldier of some sorts (with machine gun at the ready) who told us that if we can find our way back downtown they would let is take the Staten Island Ferry to get out of the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Ferry is very close to the Trade Center and that meant we had to walk through the mushroom cloud of smoke that completely covered lower Manhattan.... I will NEVER forget that smell. The papers and debris floating by in the air looked like something out of a post apocalyptic nightmare and if is was not for the stench and the smoke it just did not seem real.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took us around a total of 8 hours but we got home and I had never been happier in my life to be there. Unfortunately there were thousands of others that never did make it home that day and this post is not about me-it is to remember them and the others truly effected by the events that day. It was a bitter pill for the world to swallow and my heart goes out to anyone and everyone effected by that day, along with the rest of the world I will never forget where I was or what I was doing five years ago today.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-115802962550595138?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/115802962550595138/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=115802962550595138' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115802962550595138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115802962550595138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/09/five-years-later.html' title='Five Years Later'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-115751207385997538</id><published>2006-09-05T23:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T23:19:53.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Of All The Ways ...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/crocodile%20hunter%20holding%20croc.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/200/crocodile%20hunter%20holding%20croc.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It actually is upsetting the way the world lost its favorite Crocodile Hunter...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's to You Steve, you lived a good life and taught us never to fuck with Stingrays.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-115751207385997538?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/115751207385997538/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=115751207385997538' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115751207385997538'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115751207385997538'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/09/of-all-ways.html' title='Of All The Ways ...'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-115750826417602129</id><published>2006-09-05T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T22:07:59.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shameless Plug</title><content type='html'>I have decided to join the dark side of nerd-dom and open up a "&lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/captcrash31"&gt;MySpace&lt;/a&gt;" account (actually it is an old account that I had never used before). Anyway lets face the facts, I am so damn amazing that I needed to expand my ever popular web presence... you know that you all can't get enough of me anyway bitches.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So please enjoy it and love the fact that you now can all get just a bit more of me ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-115750826417602129?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/115750826417602129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=115750826417602129' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115750826417602129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115750826417602129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/09/shameless-plug.html' title='Shameless Plug'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-115708418209028509</id><published>2006-08-31T12:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T00:16:22.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Have Got To Be Kidding Me</title><content type='html'>My company has a strange way of trying to boost morale, here is a list of our new company policies that was e-mailed to us today....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: purple; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;EFFECTIVE      IMMEDIATELY:&lt;br /&gt; Company Policy:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:78%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 11pt; color: blue; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;Dress      Code&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: purple; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; It is advised that you come to work dressed according to your      salary. If we see you wearing Prada shoes and carrying a Gucci bag, we      assume you are doing well financially and therefore do not need a raise. If      you dress poorly, you need to learn to manage your money better, so that you      may buy nicer clothes, and therefore you do not need a raise. If you dress      just right, you are right where you need to be and therefore you do not need      a raise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;       &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 11pt; color: blue; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;Sick      Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: purple; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; We will no longer accept a doctor's statement as proof of      sickness. If you are able to go to the doctor, you are able to come to      work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 11pt; color: blue; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;Personal      Days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:78%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;       &lt;div&gt;     &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style=""&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: purple; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt; Each      employee will receive 104 personal days a year. They are      called Saturday &amp; Sunday.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:78%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 8.5pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 11pt; color: blue; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;Bereavement      Leave&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: purple; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; This      is no excuse for missing work. There is nothing you can do for dead friends,      relatives or co-workers. Every effort should be made to have non-employees      attend to the arrangements. In rare cases where employee involvement is      necessary, the funeral should be scheduled in the late afternoon. We will be      glad to allow you to work through your lunch hour and subsequently leave one      hour early. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:78%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 8.5pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;           &lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: blue; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;       Toilet Use&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: purple; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Entirely too much time is being spent in the toilet. There is      now a strict three-minute time limit in the stalls. At the end of      three minutes, an alarm will sound, the toilet paper roll will retract,      the stall door will open, and a picture will be taken. After your      second offense, your picture will be posted on the company bulletin      board under the "Chronic Offenders category". Anyone caught smiling in      the picture will be sanctioned under the company's mental health      policy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:blue;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 11pt; color: blue; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;Lunch      Break&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Tahoma;font-size:78%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 8.5pt; color: black; font-family: Tahoma;"&gt;      &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;font-size:85%;color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 10pt; color: purple; font-style: italic; font-family: 'Courier New';"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Skinny      people get 30 minutes for lunch, as they need to eat more, so that they      can look healthy. Normal size people get 15 minutes for lunch to get a      balanced meal to maintain their average figure. Chubby people get 5 minutes      for lunch, because that's all the time needed to drink a Slim-Fast.     &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Thank you for your loyalty to our company. We are here to      provide a positive employment experience. Therefore, all questions,      comments, concerns, complaints, frustrations, irritations,      aggravations, insinuations, allegations, accusations, contemplations,      consternation and input should be directed elsewhere.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-115708418209028509?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/115708418209028509/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=115708418209028509' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115708418209028509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115708418209028509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/08/you-have-got-to-be-kidding-me.html' title='You Have Got To Be Kidding Me'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-115699519582647001</id><published>2006-08-30T23:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-01T00:03:52.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'>S.O.S.</title><content type='html'>Here we go again, for the first time nothing has gone wrong yet I feel a bit "distracted". I am not sure if it is the miserable rainy week playing tricks on my mind but I am not really together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These last two weeks have actually been good to me yet something is bothering me and I can't quite put my finger on it. Hell, I might even be on the verge of a few good things too. Lately I have completely kicking ass at work (and it has been noticed by the right people), I have plans for like the next 5 weeks (3 concerts and 2 weddings) and yet... complete boredom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe in the next few weekends will play out to be interesting but until then I feel as I am in this funk and am trying to find a way to crawl out of this and the best I can do is leave you with some Dream Theater lyrics....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;"&gt;&lt;a name="1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This world is spinning around me&lt;br /&gt;The whole world keeps&lt;br /&gt;spinning around me&lt;br /&gt;All life is future to past&lt;br /&gt;Every breath leaves me one less&lt;br /&gt;to my last&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-115699519582647001?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/115699519582647001/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=115699519582647001' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115699519582647001'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115699519582647001'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/08/sos.html' title='S.O.S.'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-115680635861484903</id><published>2006-08-28T18:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-28T19:05:58.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wherever I May Roam</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/razr_v3i_1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/razr_v3i_1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently I had the opportunity to score one of the sweetest phones I had ever seen in my life at an insanely cheap price, the new Motorola Razr V3i in gunmetal gray and loaded with Itunes. I jumped on the opportunity to snag this beauty but it has not come without its issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For starters the phone was not yet released in America from Cingular so what I purchased was a European unlocked version of the phone. This means that all of the perks that come along with a Cingular sanctioned phone were missing, such as voicemail and internet access. Now before I purchased the phone I tweaked the settings for a while and managed to get both features up and running (yeah me) but I still had one pressing issue... the phone was constantly in a "roaming" state.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the last 3 days I have been in constant contact with Cingular's customer service department who have been tirelessly helping me fix this damn issue of me "roaming" and now we have come to one simple solution.... there is no solution! Because the phone is European there is supposedly no real way of not roaming here in America (it keeps searching for European cell towers) .... fuckin' A man. The only solace is that Cingular does not charge roaming fees at all so my service will not be effected and my bill will thankfully not be effected as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is nothing more then an inconvenience so I will deal with now but during the holidays when the phone is officially released in here I am going to exchange it for its American counterpart simply because it makes me happy... and a happy Captain is a good Captain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till then I shall "roam" the earth like Caine in "Kung Fu"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-115680635861484903?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/115680635861484903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=115680635861484903' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115680635861484903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115680635861484903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/08/wherever-i-may-roam.html' title='Wherever I May Roam'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-115671142764334239</id><published>2006-08-27T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-27T16:44:33.073-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here I Am</title><content type='html'>So Silver asked me to update the blog and I am here to answer his request. It has been a while since I have written anything and my only excuse is that the summer kept me occupied and basically not wanting to wirte. Now as the summer comes to a close I am having more of a desire to get back to this superior blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what have I been up to?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For one thing I have enjoyed hanging out with my co-workers after work... drinks, movies, drinks...etc. There are a cool bunch of cats that I work with and I definately have a good time with them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing was getting to go to Mass. to visit the kick ass Mr and Mrs Silver. They are totally righteous and I appreciate their hospitality. We were late for the Sam Adams Brewery tour and missed it but I totally did not mind, we still had fun, thanks for putting me up homies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mentioned movies before, Talladega Nights was pretty funny but the best movie that I got to see this summer hands down was Clerks 2. That movie had me in absolute stitches, Kevin Smith is freakin awesome. I don't know if I can recommend Clerks 2 to everyone because of its rough nature but hey, if inter-species erotica does not offend you then by all means go see it.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/14952__turtle_l.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/200/14952__turtle_l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now I have been going through the first 2 seasons of Entourage and that show rules all but if any one calls me fucking "Turtle" I will eat your freaking soul.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ta Ta for now bitches....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-115671142764334239?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/115671142764334239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=115671142764334239' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115671142764334239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115671142764334239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/08/here-i-am.html' title='Here I Am'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-115378655260766884</id><published>2006-07-24T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-24T20:15:52.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Think That You Have It Bad.....</title><content type='html'>Try being Steven...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/funny.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/400/funny.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-115378655260766884?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/115378655260766884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=115378655260766884' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115378655260766884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115378655260766884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/07/you-think-that-you-have-it-bad.html' title='You Think That You Have It Bad.....'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-115359035699874825</id><published>2006-07-22T13:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-22T13:58:26.123-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Birthday Week In Review</title><content type='html'>Now that my birthday week has come and gone I have a few things to say about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First off- the day at work was great, all of my co-workers took real nice care of me on my birthday and made the day a real nice one. I don't mean it in a bad way but sometimes I get surprised by people's generosity and it is nice to know that I work with a bunch of cool bastards... thanks guys. Oh and London MC, there was a cake but unfortunately no parade, it must have been called off due the the 100 degree plus heat index that day (its the only reason I can think of as to why there was no parade).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day I went to go see &lt;a href="http://www.islandrecords.com/bonjovi/home.las"&gt;Bon Jovi&lt;/a&gt; in concert at &lt;a href="http://www.meadowlands.com/giantsStadiumFAQ.asp?navID=7"&gt;Giants Stadium&lt;/a&gt; and holy shit did it ROCK. I have see them 7 times over the last 13 years and I am not lying when I say that they get better and better each and every time I go. Seeing Jovi at there is where its at... its their hometown &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/jovi2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/jovi2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;and its definately is their crowd. Sometimes the 55 thousand plus sing so loud that you can't even hear the band playing and normally you would think that it would be annoying but its quite the opposite, the electrisity is amazing and the band's presence looms larger than life up on that stage almost as if they were superheros. Don't bother making fun of me, see them at Giants Stadium for yourself before you even waste an ounce of energy contradicting my statement. The band played for over 2 and a half hours and believe me every second of it kicked major ass. &lt;a href="http://www6.islandrecords.com/bonjovi/newsarticle.php?country_id=225&amp;news_id=102303"&gt;Here&lt;/a&gt; is the set list from the show I went to, you will notice that they sang the song where I got my Capt Crash name from!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the rest of the week it was nice taking a few days off of work, I got to catch up on a bunch of things and not have to wake up at a quarter to 5 in the morning which was good enough for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am done with the re-cap and the great Bon Jovi always says.... Have A Nice Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/niceday2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/200/niceday2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-115359035699874825?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/115359035699874825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=115359035699874825' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115359035699874825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115359035699874825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/07/birthday-week-in-review.html' title='Birthday Week In Review'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-115328668255464749</id><published>2006-07-19T01:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T01:26:47.176-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Smile.....</title><content type='html'>I totally forgot that &lt;a href="http://scaryaaron.blogspot.com/"&gt;Aaron&lt;/a&gt; had that candid picture of me.... son-of-a-bitch, I look like a moron sucking on a bottle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least I was having a good hair day....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And at least I am a totally sexy bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you to all who participated in my birthday - you all made it a truly great day for me from top to bottom. Also I wanna thank Aaron for the shout out... much respect brotha... much respect.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-115328668255464749?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/115328668255464749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=115328668255464749' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115328668255464749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115328668255464749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/07/smile.html' title='Smile.....'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-115319840060269596</id><published>2006-07-18T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T00:59:15.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'>31 Turns 31</title><content type='html'>Thats right today is my 31st freakin Birthday. Woo hoo time to celebrate bitches because this little dynamo is ageing like a fine wine. As I approached this year I was wondering if I was getting too old to do certain things and act the way I did in the past but now that my awesome birthday is here I realize... screw that I am simply amazing the way I am.  Why let a birthday dictate my actions, I kick ass as is and we all know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now instead of congratulating me for growing older, just send me money and women... and lots of both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAPPY BIRTHDAY TO ME !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/happy%20birthday.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/happy%20birthday.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-115319840060269596?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/115319840060269596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=115319840060269596' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115319840060269596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115319840060269596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/07/31-turns-31.html' title='31 Turns 31'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-115145174788002021</id><published>2006-06-27T19:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T01:14:51.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Technology &amp; Old School</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/sirius-satellite-radio_nfn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/sirius-satellite-radio_nfn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;In my last post I discussed going to see Def Leppard and Journey in concert and I forgot to mention one other motivating factor for me going to see the show, Sirius Satellite Radio. I make no bones about the fact that I absolutely adore Sirius and I firmly believe that is nothing short of AMAZING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I decided to bring my Sirius reciever to work and besides listening to Howard Stern all morning I spend the second half of my work day listening to ch 23 - &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hair Nation&lt;/span&gt;. This station plays non-stop commercial free glam rock. All day I hear Def Leppard, Bon Jovi, Skid Row,&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/hn.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/400/hn.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Poison... you get the picture. I am so freakin in love with this station and I can't believe what a head trip listening to it is. I mean it don't stop... song after song I find myself feeling like I am in 6th grade again... its so cool you have to hear it for yourself to see how addicting it really is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was tired of bringing my radio back and forth to work so I had decided to get a second Sirius account (if you are a subscriber a second account is half price) so I can leave my radio in my office. It is unbelievably worth it to me as well as my co-workers. To explain that statement every plug-and-play reciever that Sirius makes has a built in wireless F.M. transmitter which means whatever station I have it tuned to anyone else within a 25 foot radius can listen in on my Sirius broadcast as long as they tune to the same F.M station on any old radio. With that feature my freinds get to listen in to Stern and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hair Nation&lt;/span&gt; with me ... that is so freakin cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I can't sing enough praises for Sirius Radio and for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hair Nation... &lt;/span&gt;just trust me... GET SIRIUS.... seriously.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-115145174788002021?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/115145174788002021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=115145174788002021' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115145174788002021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115145174788002021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/06/new-technology-old-school.html' title='New Technology &amp; Old School'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-115137110207157966</id><published>2006-06-26T20:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-26T21:18:22.266-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Journey/ Def Leppard</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/My_Band.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/200/My_Band.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;You read it correctly, Journey and Def Leppard, Saturday night yours truly went to see them both in concert. I admit that I fought the idea of going to the show at first, maybe out of fear of ridicule, but I decided hell, it was part of my past so why deny it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes folks your Captain was feeling nostalgic so I broke out the Aqua Net, ripped my jeans and partied like it was 1985.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The show was cool and I have to say the I did not really care so much to see Journey but they were not so bad. They have a ton of hits and it is hard to deny their credibility as a band... even though they are totally sappy. At least they did not song "Open Arms" ... thank heavens for small miracles. Seeing Journey also would have been better with Steve Perry, even though the Rent-A-Perry did an admirable job it just was not the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for Def Leppard... THEY FUCKIN ROCKED. I don't give a shit, go ahead make fun of me... I dare you. I like them and I don't care who knows it. They sang almost everything I wanted to hear form them (Photograph, Rock of Ages, Pour Some Suger On Me, etc...) except for my favorite Lepp song, Bringin' on the Heartbreak... oh well next time (yeah I said next time- I'd totally see them again). It has been a while since I really listened to Def Leppard and I forgot how much I actually do like them. It amazes me how I can truly love bands like this as well as Metallica and Megadeath but I guess diversity makes life more fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I am really glad that I went to the show, it was an amazing time warp and I had a really good time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Till next time folks,&lt;br /&gt;Rock On People!!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/leppard.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/leppard.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-115137110207157966?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/115137110207157966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=115137110207157966' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115137110207157966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115137110207157966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/06/journey-def-leppard.html' title='Journey/ Def Leppard'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-115077858338476465</id><published>2006-06-20T00:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-20T00:43:47.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Captain</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/puzzled.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/200/puzzled.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This next e-mail is from fellow gamer and writing teammate of mine on my other web project, &lt;a href="http://sunkissezz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunkisseszz&lt;/a&gt; and it reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Captain, &lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mary has a friend named Jim. Mary has a crush on Jim, and Jim has a crush on Cindy. Now Cindy has a crush on Mary's boyfriend Tom, and Tom has a crush on Jim. What color is Marys hair?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Well Sunkissezz I have scrutenized your query and I have concluded this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mary has fuschia colored hair. Fuschia is a nasty ass color and for a hair color it is even more tragic which explains why Jim would rather bang Cindy. Futher more if Tom got off of his prissy ass and came out of the closet he would be able to freely give Mary fashion tips on how to not look like a freak with fuschia colored hair... maybe he could help her look respectable and land a nice guy like Jim, but no, Tom is keeping quiet... most likely to keep Jim for himself. Meanwhile poor Cindy is totally left out in the cold. Maybe its for the better because if she gets caught up in this sorded love triangle that the others have woven she would probably turn to drugs and then eventually be forced to go and become a hooker just so she can get enough money for that next "high".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope that answer was to your satisfaction Sunkissezz because it was from the heart and also I can honestly say I am good at judging these situations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-115077858338476465?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/115077858338476465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=115077858338476465' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115077858338476465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115077858338476465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/06/dear-captain.html' title='Dear Captain'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-115077568386801050</id><published>2006-06-19T23:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T23:57:39.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>(Insert Title Here)</title><content type='html'>I am not backing down on my promise to write more here so I wanna say that my last few days have been busy and I really was not around to write and now I actually have a few moments to myself so here I go again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First things first the rundown... I promised to write on Thursday but I went out to play pool in my league and needless to say I had a rough night. I lost to the worst player on the face of the planet.... twice... so when I got home I was spiting fire and pissing vinegar and was not in the mood to write that night. Friday after work I stayed in Manhattan for a good friends birthday party and I was having such a good time that I got home a little before 5 am (quarter to). Then on Saturday I was woken up at 9:30 by someone who shall remain &lt;a href="http://www.ram2600.blogspot.com/"&gt;nameless&lt;/a&gt;..... thanks man, that really sucked. Sunday was Father's Day so I stopped by my pops house had a nice dinner and got to do the natural father son thing... watch baseball (GO METS!!!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There you have it, my reasons (maybe excuses) for not writing this past week. I do promise that tomorrow I will start to answer old reader e-mails, I did not forget them and I will answer you &lt;a href="http://sunkissezz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunkissezz&lt;/a&gt; ... finally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you tomorrow.... I think ;-)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW, Supergroup rocks... I love that friggin show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-115077568386801050?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/115077568386801050/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=115077568386801050' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115077568386801050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115077568386801050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/06/insert-title-here.html' title='(Insert Title Here)'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-115033718587817422</id><published>2006-06-14T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-14T22:06:26.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Baaaaacccckk !!!!</title><content type='html'>I tried to stay away... I even toyed with the idea of shutting this site down but I came to a conclusion... FUCK IT.  I might as well stay because lets face it, you people need a hero like me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much has gone on in the last few weeks with my life besides the writing I having been trying to do for the other website that I am working for.  My life has been rather boring which was another reason that I have been so quiet.  I know I tend to babble on about useless bullshit in life (see my other 149 posts here) and lately I felt like nobody really wanted to read this blog so I kinda gave up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I realize that no matter how much I don't wanna write here anymore I can't do it... I miss it too much (and I hope that you miss this when I don't write either) this is like a child to me and I don't think that I am ready to send it off into the great abyss just yet which means that you people are in luck as well as being stuck with me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I feel bad also for not writing here, it sank in this morning when I recieved a message from one of my loyal readers asking me if I was still alive... when I spoke to said reader they told me that this blog was a nice way to keep in touch with me and my goings on and when I heard that I actually felt bad so it kinda inspired me to get off my ass again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow I will be back to answer some more fan e-mails (I have not forgot about ya &lt;a href="http://www.lilbones.blogspot.com/"&gt;Bones&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://sunkissezz.blogspot.com/"&gt;Sunkissezz&lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAME ON PEOPLE :-P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you punks later...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-115033718587817422?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/115033718587817422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=115033718587817422' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115033718587817422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/115033718587817422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/06/im-baaaaacccckk.html' title='I&apos;m Baaaaacccckk !!!!'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114954708955788011</id><published>2006-06-05T18:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-05T19:17:30.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Out To Lunch</title><content type='html'>First off I want to apologize for not being around for a while, not that reading my shit is the most important thing in your life (even though it should be), but I have been a bit busy writing for another website dedicated to gamers. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since the site is only in its beta stages I am not going give a link to it just yet but I am devoting a good amount of time and thought into it.... which means the amazing blog that I have here is going to suffer the consequences.  I simply feel that I can not write all these ideas down for one site, which DEFINATELY takes precedence over this one, and come up with yet more ideas for here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can say is be patient, I will try and stop by here every weekday but if I can't then I can't.  My posts may not be as frequent but I will try my best to maintain both.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the inconvenience and I hope to see you tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CC 31&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps.  I will not post a link to the other site because it is not open for the public to freely join yet (soon though kiddies) but there is a trail of breadcrumbs for you to follow if you are interested in seeing what it is about....  my Xbox Live Gamercard a good place to start.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114954708955788011?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114954708955788011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114954708955788011' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114954708955788011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114954708955788011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/06/out-to-lunch.html' title='Out To Lunch'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114904055721267998</id><published>2006-05-30T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-30T21:55:57.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorial Day Weekend</title><content type='html'>This Memorial day weekend was one that was jam packed with goodness for me.  In the extended weekend I got to spend time with a wide variety of people:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Friday night was spent with my work crew.  I don't go out with them much but I gotta say I truly do dig that crowd.  I work with some of the coolest people and everytime I do go out with them I wonder why I don't do it more often.  We all met up after work to send off our buddy Anne who is jailbreaking our company and moving back to Chicago (also she is turning 30, so it was a double celebration).  Anyway the night was interesting and in the end it was cool seeing everybody.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saturday and Sunday was the total goods... I got to hang with &lt;a href="http://ram2600.blogspot.com/"&gt;ram&lt;/a&gt;, Rur,  &lt;a href="http://scaryaaron.blogspot.com/"&gt;Scary Aaron&lt;/a&gt;,  &lt;a href="http://of-rain-and-ash.blogspot.com/"&gt;Silverblood&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://like-aholic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt;.  Now I see ram all of the time and Rur is a local homie as well but seeing the others was a total blast.  It is a shame they live far away because I had a killer time with our out of town guests, they all rock harder then anything has rocked before.  &lt;a href="http://fuggo.blogspot.com/"&gt;KOW&lt;/a&gt; was gonna make the trip too but had to bow out at the last minute... that sucked but I still hope all is well and my best to you two.... big ups to KOW and Misskow, hope to see you guys next time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Monday was a split, I first went to visit a friend that I always enjoy seeing for a nice little barbecue and then it was off to see the family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all it was an eventful weekend that had me making the rounds of all my social circles and I gotta say that it was great just getting to see everybody ... and having that extra day off of work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114904055721267998?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114904055721267998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114904055721267998' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114904055721267998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114904055721267998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/05/memorial-day-weekend.html' title='Memorial Day Weekend'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114887359254769594</id><published>2006-05-28T23:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T23:38:49.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Mail From Fuggo</title><content type='html'>To prove that I am a good sport about things in life as well as prove that I will in fact answer even the negative e-mails I present my next mail request that I have answered. The e-mail is from my buddy KOW over at &lt;a href="http://fuggo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fuggo&lt;/a&gt; and here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div id="mb_0"&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey Capt Crash,&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt;     Why don't you jump in the river? Answer that for me?&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;k o w&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well KOW if you think I am afriad of a challange like that you are wrong bitch.... and here is the proof that I am not about to go out like a little Nancy Boy......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/river1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/river1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114887359254769594?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114887359254769594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114887359254769594' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114887359254769594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114887359254769594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/05/mail-from-fuggo.html' title='Mail From Fuggo'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114861767174804563</id><published>2006-05-25T00:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T00:48:15.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Booster</title><content type='html'>My next e-mail comes my buddy, &lt;a href="http://www.boostermps.com/blog/"&gt;Booster MPS&lt;/a&gt; and it reads:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: larger; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Captain:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;I hear that you are Booster's UNO Biotch, is that true?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well Booster to answer your inquiry... NO, not at all. My UNO skills are second to none I will pound anyone into the ground with my unconscious UNO abilities. Just when mercy is being begged for... BAM I hit ya with a Wild Draw 4 card, am I bluffing or not, you decide while I triumphantly yell "UNO mutha fuckas".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thank you for your remarks Booster but no matter how much I like ya your playful banter will not spare you on the UNO field of battle... see ya in the UNO tourney tough guy ;-)&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remember folks... In UNO there is no friends...only WAR !!!&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"  &gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:Arial;font-size:10;"  &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114861767174804563?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114861767174804563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114861767174804563' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114861767174804563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114861767174804563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/05/dear-booster.html' title='Dear Booster'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114844061926106379</id><published>2006-05-23T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T23:29:44.596-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Answering E-mail</title><content type='html'>My first e-mail request was from my homeboy simply known as "G". This smoothe bastard requested that I change my profile picture and because he is as cool as the other side of the pillow I granted his request. I agree that that old cartoon picture was lame and it had to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To get a few things straight I am changing the picture because of "G" and &lt;a href="http://www.ram2600.blogspot.com/"&gt;ram's&lt;/a&gt; advice... not because some anonymous heckler suggested it in my last post. Also if you know me and have my primary e-mail you can use that (that goes for you "G", you my boy... you don't need to use the gmail address- that is for others that I don't really know).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hats off to you "G" thanks for the e-mail request... rock on bro. Thats it for now people.... keep the e-mails coming, they are handy on nights like this when I have nothing else to really write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah... only 3 more days until the extended Memorial Day weekend....YEAHHHH&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114844061926106379?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114844061926106379/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114844061926106379' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114844061926106379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114844061926106379'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/05/answering-e-mail.html' title='Answering E-mail'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114834826280458121</id><published>2006-05-22T21:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T21:37:42.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog Mail</title><content type='html'>The staff of one here at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Own Little World &lt;/span&gt;like to hear from you the readers. The email is up and running for this site and I want to personally invite you to let me know what you think about this phenomenon of a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The e-mail is:  ccrash31@gmail.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Write to me for whatever you want but keep in mind that your e-mail is subject to posting here so understand that... Don't send me anything you might regret.  If the mail is cool enough I will answer it here in a post (yeahhhh).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get writing people (even you "anonymous" commentor from the last post, I even wanna hear from you)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later Yo.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114834826280458121?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114834826280458121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114834826280458121' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114834826280458121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114834826280458121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/05/blog-mail.html' title='Blog Mail'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114826920014120658</id><published>2006-05-21T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-21T23:42:29.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha Ha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/YANKEES-SUCK-sticker.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/YANKEES-SUCK-sticker.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have just finished watching my Mets defeat the team I hate more than anything in this world... the Yankees... man do I HATE them. Anyway the Mets took 2 out of 3 in the series and I guess its no surprise to me because I think that the Yankees are overpaid and overrated...fuck them.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/yankhim.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/400/yankhim.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching this 3 game series aged me about 10 years with all the close calls and tight situations. Actually if the Mets did not have a melt down on Saturday they would have swept the series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have no real point posting this but to simply rub the fact in that the Mets took the series from the Yankees so I just wanted to say to Yankee fans..... AHHH HAAAAA- your team sucks, get used to losing as well as being the "B" squad here in town.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114826920014120658?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114826920014120658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114826920014120658' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114826920014120658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114826920014120658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/05/ha-ha.html' title='Ha Ha'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114801071060423819</id><published>2006-05-18T23:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-18T23:56:48.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yuck !@#!$*@</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/dr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/dr.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Last night I had the nastiest drink ever... &lt;a href="http://www.arizonabev.com/csr/prodtypeitem.asp?item=1624&amp;amp;cat=2"&gt;Arizona's Watermalon flavored fruit juice&lt;/a&gt;. I made the mistake of trying this because I was getting tired of the same old soda. This drink tasted like berry flavored battery acid... it was horrible. As a matter of fact it was so bad that I ruined my entire meal, the shit flavor was stuck in my mouth and my dinner began to taste like it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I recommend you try it on a dare, just don't blame me when  you hate this shit...and trust me you will hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THIS DRINK SUCKS OUT LOUD !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114801071060423819?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114801071060423819/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114801071060423819' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114801071060423819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114801071060423819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/05/yuck.html' title='Yuck !@#!$*@'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114790590095760633</id><published>2006-05-17T18:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T18:45:00.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For ram2600</title><content type='html'>This one is for your whining about having my ninja first.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tools.fodey.com/generators/animated/ninjatext.asp"&gt;&lt;img src="http://r1.fodey.com/10c8e49ef47e94f7894df43694cb8a4a3.1.gif" alt="Ninja!" border="0" height="107" width="286" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114790590095760633?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114790590095760633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114790590095760633' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114790590095760633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114790590095760633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/05/for-ram2600.html' title='For ram2600'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114790499564561676</id><published>2006-05-17T18:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T18:29:55.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For KOW</title><content type='html'>Because you need a picture and or a link.... here.  This is for you buddy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tools.fodey.com/generators/animated/ninjatext.asp"&gt;&lt;img src="http://r1.fodey.com/16f25bbc869d34df68c6620d4cb0a55a3.1.gif" alt="Ninja!" border="0" height="119" width="344" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never question my Ninja !!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114790499564561676?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114790499564561676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114790499564561676' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114790499564561676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114790499564561676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/05/for-kow.html' title='For KOW'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114784163828142401</id><published>2006-05-16T00:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-17T00:53:58.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Buddy</title><content type='html'>I got me my own little ninja.... How ya like me now!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114784163828142401?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114784163828142401/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114784163828142401' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114784163828142401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114784163828142401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-buddy.html' title='A New Buddy'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114773690486483661</id><published>2006-05-15T19:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-15T20:09:31.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'>¡UNO es el número uno!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/boxuno.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/400/boxuno.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;¡Amo absolutamente el juego "UNO"! Trae detrás así que muchas memorias de la niñez... es impresionante. Recomiendo totalmente el comprar de este juego si usted posee 360, usted no estaré decepcionado... en hecho que usted será totalmente adicto a él, confíeme en en éste.&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deje las guerras de "UNO" comenzar!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114773690486483661?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114773690486483661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114773690486483661' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114773690486483661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114773690486483661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/05/uno-es-el-nmero-uno.html' title='¡UNO es el número uno!'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114763704535932195</id><published>2006-05-14T15:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T16:07:39.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Extreme Blogover</title><content type='html'>I want to thank &lt;a href="http://www.frozin.blogspot.com/"&gt;The Frozin One&lt;/a&gt; for his kick ass job in giving my blog here a much needed overhaul.  I was getting bored of the same old look so I asked the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;cool &lt;/span&gt;Frozin to see what he could come up with..... well he gave me the exact look that I wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rock on Bro... thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114763704535932195?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114763704535932195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114763704535932195' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114763704535932195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114763704535932195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/05/extreme-blogover.html' title='Extreme Blogover'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114730235721415039</id><published>2006-05-10T19:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-10T19:14:44.566-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak Up.... I Can't Hear You</title><content type='html'>I was really REALLY tired this morning and on the bus at 5:30 this stupid mother fucker gets on and starts talking, no wait..yelling on his cell phone. Now I am not the greater authority on electronic equipment but I do know that there have been many wonderful advances in celluar phone technology and one of them being the fact that you don't have to scream into the phone for the person in the other end of the conversation to hear you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This asshole talked for the entire hour and fifteen minutes that it took me to get to work and when I say loudly I mean really loudly. I had my Ipod on merrily blasting my &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Poison's Greatest Hits &lt;/span&gt;and I still heard this tool's entire conversation.  Look man if I can't rock out to &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Unskinny Bop &lt;/span&gt;in the morning then I am completely useless for the rest of the day. All I wanna do is flash my metal hands as I mouth the words "C.C. pick up that guitar and talk to me.." and instead I get this jerkoff barking in my ear for an hour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't wanna rant about it and sound all self important but at that time in the morning I wanna listen to my music and fall asleep for an hour. I am not interested about hearing this asshole talk about his construction worksite and about him running out before paying this hooker he picked up the night before (I kid you not).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really wanted the rip the phone out of his hand and shove it so far up his ass that it came back out of his nose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for starting my day off on the right foot &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mr. self-important inconsiderate arrogant cell phone using asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Even though this moron ruined my musical ride this morning he did not break my spirit and I now give &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;you&lt;/span&gt; a little dose of Poison, enjoy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.castpost.com/Lib/playm1.php?filename=Talk%20Dirty%20to%20Me.mp3&amp;amp;url=http://cc31.castpost.com/" frameborder="0" height="40" scrolling="no" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://www.castpost.com"&gt;Castpost&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114730235721415039?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114730235721415039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114730235721415039' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114730235721415039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114730235721415039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/05/speak-up-i-cant-hear-you.html' title='Speak Up.... I Can&apos;t Hear You'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114722477694387792</id><published>2006-05-09T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-14T01:26:42.080-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Why I Hate Talking On The Phone</title><content type='html'>From the files of the infinately weird this was a phone conversation that I had with my mother:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Mom:  "Anthony..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;Me:  "Yeah... whats wrong? You never call this late.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Nothings wrong, just felt like saying hello"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"At 11... I don't buy it, what gives?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Okay fine, I will tell ya.  You know &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so and so&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"yeah... and..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"well her son just got busted for looking at underage pornography on the internet"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"so... he's an idiot, but what has that got to do with me?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"well I know you like to use the computer all the time and you have not really dated in a while, sooo"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"so how does that effect me... go ahead, spit it out"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Well I'd rather you don't look at porn on the computer... if you wanna watch it promise me that you will buy a movie instead ok... no computer"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Have you lost your freakin mind?!?!?! You realize this is the strangest thing you have ever said to me in 30 years"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Why, cause I am concerned? Just promise you will use dvds instead of that computer ok.."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"Look you are totally freaking me out ok... I am gonna go ok, I got some dvds to watch.. Thanks for thinking of me when you hear about underage pornography."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;"Look I just worry ok.. sue me"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;"I know, I'm just breakin your balls... I do in a strange way appreciate it... Thanks, I'll talk to ya later"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Well I apologize for the length of the post and believe me, I AM NOT RIPPING ON MY MOM.. I just thought that this shit was too funny and it should be shared... you just can't make up stuff this good.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 204, 255);"&gt;Sorry Mom... still love ya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114722477694387792?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114722477694387792/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114722477694387792' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114722477694387792'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114722477694387792'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/05/why-i-hate-talking-on-phone.html' title='Why I Hate Talking On The Phone'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114679781294383544</id><published>2006-05-04T22:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T23:30:37.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ha Ha... You Said "Lube"</title><content type='html'>While on holiday this week I was stuck in traffic and saw something real funny to me.... this truck was in front of my car and I think it simply speaks for itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/lube.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/lube.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long live the double entendre !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114679781294383544?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114679781294383544/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114679781294383544' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114679781294383544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114679781294383544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/05/ha-ha-you-said-lube.html' title='Ha Ha... You Said &quot;Lube&quot;'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114668063805718678</id><published>2006-05-03T14:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T14:23:58.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>New Blog Logo?</title><content type='html'>My graphics department has come up with a new possible logo for my blog here... what do you think... I like it..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/captcrash3116li.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/captcrash3116li.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Frozin One&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114668063805718678?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114668063805718678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114668063805718678' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114668063805718678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114668063805718678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/05/new-blog-logo.html' title='New Blog Logo?'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114638152285570016</id><published>2006-04-30T03:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-30T03:34:08.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Away...</title><content type='html'>I will not be posting here for the next couple of days because I am currently out of town. This was an urgent trip because my buddy... &lt;a href="http://fuggo.blogspot.com/2006/04/once-upon-time-in-village-outside-of.html"&gt;K OW&lt;/a&gt; is on adventure in Brazil and needed help so he called upon a Captain to save him from the angry villagers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason that I am posting this from abroad is because on the plane trip over my superstar status was recognized. It did not take long for people to hear that Captain Crash was on the plane and in the midst of all the adulation I was recieveing I did manage to scare one 8 year old child who got petrified by the words "Captain" and "Crash".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The kid wrote a letter, gave it to a flight attendant who then passed it to me and now folks I pass it on to you... I guess I should be mindful of my nickname on planes eh...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway, here is a scan of the letter I got:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/letter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/letter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a fun week, I will return on Wednesday or Thursday :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114638152285570016?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114638152285570016/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114638152285570016' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114638152285570016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114638152285570016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/04/gone-away.html' title='Gone Away...'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114619849121516254</id><published>2006-04-28T00:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T00:33:49.353-04:00</updated><title type='text'>"Gimmie Gimmie" Some</title><content type='html'>One of my most favorite bands in the world (I'm sorry... COVER bands) is the punk group &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Me First and the Gimmie Gimmies.  &lt;/span&gt; About 7 years ago I was turned on to these guys and I have been a huge fan ever since. As a matter of fact when I was a manager the record store in my local mall I played these guys every day and had gotten at least one person a day to buy their cds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Basically they are a punk super-group that features members from the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Foo Fighters, NOFX, &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Lagwagon.  &lt;/span&gt;All they do are cover songs... punk style, believe me its great. I find the fact that these guys can literally take any type of song and rock it punk style is hilarious. I have always had a wierd obsession with cover sings and these guys definately fit that bill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The reason why I posted this was because I recently played these guys for 2 people I work with and they both liked these guys so much that they went out and bought the entire &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Gimmies &lt;/span&gt;catalogue!  Besides I wanted to test out posting audio here anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhooo I am putting up the audio for their cover of R Kelly's &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"I Believe I Can Fly"  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;font&gt;give the "punk" about a minute to kick in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;enjoy... and let me know what you think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe src="http://www.castpost.com/Lib/playm1.php?filename=I%20Believe%20I%20Can%20Fly.mp3&amp;amp;url=http://cc31.castpost.com/" frameborder="0" height="40" scrolling="no" width="250"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Powered by &lt;a href="http://www.castpost.com"&gt;Castpost&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114619849121516254?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114619849121516254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114619849121516254' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114619849121516254'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114619849121516254'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/04/gimmie-gimmie-some_114619849121516254.html' title='&quot;Gimmie Gimmie&quot; Some'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114600961929679199</id><published>2006-04-25T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T20:02:10.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy Fu#%&amp;</title><content type='html'>Ok so here is an example of being careful for what you ask for....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little while ago my cousin found out that I was taking bass lessons and in his infinate awesomeness he had offered me a free bass amp. At first I was hesitant to take it because my apatrment is REALLY REALLY small and I figured that I would have no where to put it. Lets put it this way my apartment is just cozy enough for little 5 ft tall me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I was thinking that I was going to upgrade my bass and that I would most likely settle down with a nice 5 string bass but thats where my problem began. I figured if I am going to invest in a really nice bass I might as well get a better amp than the teeny little 10 watt amp that I got, and that led me to think "fuck it, I might as well take my cousin up on his offer before it is off the table and then I am stuck shelling out a couple of hundred bucks on a new amp". I figured that I will worry about the space when I get the amp..... well guess what.... I AM A FUCKING IDIOT..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a look at the size of this damn thing, it is freakin bigger than me!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/AMP.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/AMP.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I may have to find a nice place to store this because it's either the amp or me in the apartment!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114600961929679199?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114600961929679199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114600961929679199' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114600961929679199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114600961929679199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/04/holy-fu.html' title='Holy Fu#%&amp;'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114591848093981013</id><published>2006-04-24T18:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T18:41:20.963-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Monday Cheer</title><content type='html'>Since I had an otherwise shitty weekend that in some ways sucked ass and today I am really not in much of a better mood I decided that I won't take my frustrations out here.  Being the classy son of a bitch that I am I decided to take the high road and spread some laughter instead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love looking around the net for useless shit and I came across this funny article.  I think this thing is so damn funny that I could pee myself... really, I think it is great stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.thephatphree.com/features.asp?StoryID=1800&amp;amp;SectionID=11"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy the article and lets just hope that I am in a better mood tomorrow.... later taters.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114591848093981013?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114591848093981013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114591848093981013' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114591848093981013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114591848093981013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/04/monday-cheer.html' title='Monday Cheer'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114558891165097837</id><published>2006-04-20T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T23:21:52.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Number 8</title><content type='html'>While discussing my self-image with a close work buddy my conversation was overheard. This female co-worker that overheard me decided to tell me a no holds barred opinion of what she thinks about me. After going over a list of my good qualities she called a few ladies over for a more extensive critique and the verdict (as cold as it sounds) I was labeled an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8 out of 10&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This number completely floored me and after about an hour of my being aggrivated because I thought I was being jerked around, I got the ladies to prove they were not kidding. They all agreed that by lying to me it would only fuck things up in my head and they wanted me to have an unbiased opinion (most of them are married so they can't be interested). Whatever... who knows lets just say it felt good because I was aiming for like a 5 so 8 was fan-freakin-tastic for me to hear, hell, I felt like a rock star for once and I liked it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have always had a negative self image and for people to tell me shit like "you have a very cute face and a killer personality" or "you should really beileve in yourself, you are really a good looking guy" is tough for me to believe. No matter how much I want to take their word as gospel today I still have doubts but in the end it still was a bit of an ego boost.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An 8 can you freakin believe it, oh well I guess I'm too good for ladies 7 and below..... sorry ;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114558891165097837?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114558891165097837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114558891165097837' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114558891165097837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114558891165097837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/04/lucky-number-8.html' title='Lucky Number 8'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114549392500829182</id><published>2006-04-19T20:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T20:50:46.886-04:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Geeks Shall Inherit The Earth</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/ff2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/200/ff2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I seldom talk about it when I duscuss games but I have always been a fan of role playing games. It started with the pseudo-rpg, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Legend of Zelda &lt;/span&gt;and my affection for the genre was solidified with the first &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phantasy Star &lt;/span&gt;game for the Sega Master System.  Anyway my point is for a long time I have enjoyed RPGs and 2 years ago I was psyched when &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Final Fantasy XI Online &lt;/span&gt;was released but I had never purchased the game... why, because I HATE gaming on PC and the PS2 version was priced at $100. The price was bullshit because the game was packaged with a hard drive for the PS2 that was required to play the game. I was willing to pay the money at the time but the reason I held off was because besides using it for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;FF XI  &lt;/span&gt;the hard drive was useless. Sony promised that more games would utelize it but it never happened so I felt that it was a waste of money.... that plus the fact that I had an Xbox at the time that I used a whole lot more than the inferior PS2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now we flash foward two and a half years and I can finally say that I am a happy geek in all my nerdy glory. My long wait for the game has ended because today &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Final Fantasy XI &lt;/span&gt;was released for the fantabulous Xbox 360 and now with existing hard drive in full effect for the 360 I am able to get this game..... WOO HOO&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually my wait to play this game is not fully over yet because as I write this post I am installing the game on my 360 hard drive, an almost 2 hour process. The waiting is killing me here, I know that I waited over 2 years to get the game so 2 more hours won't kill me but it annoying having this game in my hands and not being able to get my geek on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I got to play an early release trial version of the game (a beta version) which was packaged with a magazine that I subscribe to and I am glad to say that the game really is cool. There were some issues that bothered me with the beta version and as soon as I finish the install I will cross my fingers and hope that those issues were fixed here with the real release version.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My install is just about done so I'm off do be the best nerd that I can be..... see you all when I become a level 20 Blue Mage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/ff1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/ff1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114549392500829182?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114549392500829182/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114549392500829182' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114549392500829182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114549392500829182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/04/and-geeks-shall-inherit-earth.html' title='And The Geeks Shall Inherit The Earth'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114540619822311805</id><published>2006-04-18T20:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T00:31:36.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Random Thought Tuesday</title><content type='html'>I don't really have much to say today so I figured that instead of looking like I disappeared I would rather pop in and say hello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not much has been going on in the last few days... I am still &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;patiently &lt;/span&gt;waiting for Friday night when my buddy and I get to hang with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mrs. X &lt;/span&gt;so the butterflies continue to grow. Work is work so I really can't comment on that either. The only thing really happening right now is the fact that my Mets are kicking fucking ass right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this fleeting thought that this being the 20th anniversary of the '86 Mets championship it would be really cool to see a rematch of that '86 World Series. Thats right people I'm talking about the Red Sox baby. I apologize in advance to Dave and Heather because there is no doubt that they are two of my most favorite people I know but if there would be a rematch of said Series I would be a total New York punk ass and abandon my affections for Beantown. When it would end and my Mets are crowned baseball Gods I would eventually sober up from the championship high and resume my affections for all that is the Silverbloods and Worcester, Mass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/mets.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/mets.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and in case you are wondering.... I still hate the Yankees, they suck and they can all go fornicate themselves with an iron rod.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114540619822311805?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114540619822311805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114540619822311805' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114540619822311805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114540619822311805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/04/random-thought-tuesday.html' title='Random Thought Tuesday'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114498498175882393</id><published>2006-04-13T22:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T17:28:22.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I The Man?  Part 2</title><content type='html'>Now only a few short days ago I mentioned that I was fairly confident that my path will cross again with my friends relative, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mrs. X&lt;/span&gt;, well it already.. for the last two days in fact. It is not as great as it seems because we meet up again due to the death of my friends father and besides all family stuff that happens during these situations I was really sad about the loss so no matter how happy I was to see her I know there is a time and a place for my emotions and it was not these last two particular days.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All in all I did my best as a friend to look out for my homeboy but I was wrenched apart inside. I have been totally taken off my guard by&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Mrs. X&lt;/span&gt; and did all I could to fight back my own feelings. I did however take a good amount of time to chat with her... lets face it I'm not going to ask her out in a situation like that but I was not about to let her forget about me either. What I did was keep it cool and try to keep the flow going, look I'll worry about getting a number next time. In a way I feel guilty even talking to her because again I was doing it to secure something for the future but my buddy even assured my that it was cool because I was in fact only talking. I always worry too much about things like this because I am not a sleezeball picking some chick up at a wake and I don't want to be seen as one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, all still seemed to go well and I even made a HUGE splash with her parents. With all the modesty in the world I can honestly say that the parents definately dug me (and who would'nt). All I did again was be myself and I guess I should give myself more credit because the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"no preservatives added" &lt;/span&gt;me seems to charm people.  Now that the parent hurdle has been lept over all I have to do is make sure that &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mrs. X &lt;/span&gt;likes me half as much as her family does and then I will be golden.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bottom line is that we are all gonna try and get together next Friday (tenatively) and I gotta say in all sincerity that this will be the longest week of my life ever. I have become so smitten that I feel as nervous as a schoolboy again...at 30. Now I can't say for sure that I will win her affections but at least I accidentally won a huge cheering squad that as you read this is probably singing a chorus in praise of yours truly, and that is never a bad thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like I said before, this story will be continued again and I can only hope that the real me is good enough for her because she is so perfect that I feel like I should not get her on principle alone. Either way I will really give it my best and in the end hope this is meant to be and if it does work out for me &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Own Little World &lt;/span&gt;will not only get a little bigger but a bit more complete as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114498498175882393?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114498498175882393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114498498175882393' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114498498175882393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114498498175882393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/04/am-i-man-part-2.html' title='Am I The Man?  Part 2'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114471966909780883</id><published>2006-04-11T20:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-11T22:05:19.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My 5 Favorite Gaming Moments (Inspired By Team Binky)</title><content type='html'>Recently the awesome &lt;a href="http://suburbanjoe.blogspot.com/"&gt;Team Binky&lt;/a&gt; posted his 5 favorite moments in gaming history and it got me thinking about my 5 favorite moments. I know my thoughts get scattered from time to time and since I have been into gaming for the better part if my 30 yrs of existence there is a massive amount of games that have crossed my path so if I forget some great games I apologize... its just hard to keep track of all games I had ever played and then narrow down 5 moments from them. No more talk... here it goes:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  The first time I played &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Resident Evil 1&lt;/span&gt;. In the beginning of the game when you encounter the first zombie and it cuts to a black screen and you see the zombie pick his head up from eating the dead body on the floor and slowly turns his head to look at you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was so creepy and cool and quite frankly was the beginning of a long standing affection that I have had for the RE series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  After I beat the old NES &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Metroid&lt;/span&gt; for the second straight time the main character Samus takes her helmet off revealing the fact that she is a woman.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was a cool move by Nintendo because back in 86' the game industry was seen as only "for the boys" and the fact that they totally hid the fact we were ALL playing a game with a female lead was a cool way to stick it to the "guys".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  The battle with "The End" in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Metal Gear Solid 3&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This was one of the best boss battles ever! "The End" is a master sniper and camo expert and this in jungle fight took me over 2 hours (WITHOUT DYING). Patience is key and it becomes a battle of endurace. It takes gaming to a new level.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  The "Psycho-Mantis" battle in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Metal Gear Solid 1&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the most creative things that I have ever seen in a game. To fight this telekenetic mind reader you had to literally unplug your controller from port 1 and plug it into port 2 so he "does not read your mind" and you are able to hit him. It blew my mind when I figured out thats what I had to do to beat him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I am a sentimentalist so I will say.... the very first time I played a game. The Atari 2600 version of Pac-Man, I was 5 years old.. it was 1980 and since then I have never stopped gaming. I did not realize it at the time but that game (as lame as it was- the arcade version was WAY better) had made a permanent change in me and my affection for gaming has not faded since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other notable moments include the death of the character Nei in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Phantasy Star 2.  &lt;/span&gt;She was hands down the best fighter in your party and when you battle her sister, Neifirst, Nei has no choice and must face her untimely death in the battle. I remember losing her in the game and really feeling bummed out about it for days in real life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the entire game of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tomb Raider 2&lt;/span&gt; was a great moment in gaming for me. I could not pick out any particulars about the game because it was absolutely amazing from beginning to end. I remember some puzzles being so tough that I must have broken about a dozen playstation controllers before I ended up finishing that game but it was well worth it because it will always in my mind be one of the best games ever made.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114471966909780883?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114471966909780883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114471966909780883' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114471966909780883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114471966909780883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-5-favorite-gaming-moments-inspired.html' title='My 5 Favorite Gaming Moments (Inspired By Team Binky)'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114471557502184570</id><published>2006-04-10T19:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T20:37:35.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Am I The Man?</title><content type='html'>Before I start I want to make this clear that this is not being posted for me to get attention or for anyone to comment telling me how super I am because that is not going to help me (unless it is a genuine compliment than I'm okay with that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This past weekend I met somebody and I am going to say with the most sincerity here that she was completely unreal. I would like to describe how absolutely gorgeous she was but I feel that I would only be trivaling her looks. It's not just about the looks though, she had a ton of substance. I chatted most of the evening away with her and if our gathering did not break up I could have talked even more.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the dilemma... self-confidence. To put it bluntly I am a pretty short guy (5 ft even) and even though I have always done okay with getting girls my height has always played tricks with my head. I feel that certain types of ladies would never go for a guy like me so in certain circumstances I would just assume that I would never get a shot anyway and I would just sorta give up. Sure I think I have a pretty good sense of humor and most people that know me (or even gamed with me over XboX Live) would agree that I am a pretty fun person to talk to but sometimes I feel that its not enough. I am by no means bad looking but I also feel that I would not say that I am so great looking either, I feel like I'm just average and maybe its the height... I don't really know for sure but I sorta feel like I'm just &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;there&lt;/span&gt; and thats not simply good enough for certain women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now back to the evening... it went pretty well (I think so anyway) and I still sorta clammed up.  I felt like maybe &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she was just being nice to me &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;she just has that charm and makes every guy feel like they have a chance&lt;/span&gt;. Basically I did nothing cause I felt like I was not good enough for her. Now it was not a total loss though, I met her at my buddy's house... you see he and his brother have been trying to introduce me to her for about a year now and since I rekindled my friendship with them they wanted to hang out with her in the worst way. Now even though I was doubting myself I know that we will definately cross paths again, you see she is related to the brothers and since we had a great time we are gonna set something up again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I have to is between now and then learn some confidence... I have little time to convince myself that I do deserve to end up with someone like her. The trick is not to think of a game plan I really liked her and I would rather be myself instead of some smoothe talking asshole that I really am not. My other boy, &lt;a href="http://www.ram2600.blogspot.com/"&gt;ram2600&lt;/a&gt; always tells me that I am a better person that I think and that all I need to do is be myself, had he been there he would have proud that I maintained my identity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres to hoping that the real me is good enough to deserve what he always thought he was never entitled to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TO BE CONTINUED.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114471557502184570?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114471557502184570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114471557502184570' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114471557502184570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114471557502184570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/04/am-i-man.html' title='Am I The Man?'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114437912032522841</id><published>2006-04-06T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T23:50:25.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Some People Just Flat Out Suck</title><content type='html'>For those of you know me in real life you can all agree that the last thing I could ever be accused of is arrogance, I am humble by nature and basically I am the type of guy that would do anything for a friend. Even to mild acquaintances I am really nice but tonight I think I reached my limit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back to being humble.. tonight I met this REALLY REALLY good looking girl out in front of the bar I play pool at every week (my 9-ball league) and she saw my car and complimented it as well as me (superficial I know, but its a start) the whole car thing leads into a discussion about other things and before I know it I am engaged in a full blown killer conversation about all things with this chick. She then is telling me about her car and we should go riding together and blah blah blah when a third person that was with us, the resident drunken THORN IN MY FUCKING SIDE proceeds to lick his finger and stick it in my ear while I am talking to this girl. Taken off guard I lost my composure a bit and with that the girl started giggling and mercifully told the guy "look, I'm talking with Anthony cut it out".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later we all go in the bar and I am playing a few warm up games when she asked me if I was in the league, I told her yes but that I was only practicing and if she wanted to play she is more than welcome, when all of a sudden she replied (and I shit you not) "Oh I wanna play alright, but not pool" and she winks. Now again I am not arrogant but if this is not a green light then I don't know what the fuck is. In disbelief if what I was hearing I get my head together, turn around to approach her when again, the drunk grabs me. This time he is tugging on my earrings and ruffling my hair saying "you're like a little toy &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Antny&lt;/span&gt;".  As best as I can keep my cool I tell her that we will talk after I play because &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so and so &lt;/span&gt;won't leave me alone.   She smiled and about 5 minutes later told me she had to go but she'd love to come back and talk again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am no fool, I know opportunities do not present themselves very often and this girl was actually as hot as fucking sin, there is no way even if she comes back te see me next week will I be able to get that. I had my one chance and I was totally C-BLOCKED by a half-wit drunk.. FUCK!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C-Blockers for those of you who are unfamiliar with the term are "cock blockers"... guys that prevent other guys from hooking up, they prove to be a barrier or a block to a guy and wether its accidental or malicious and they are a menace to society and they should all be savagely beaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A word of advise to C-Blockers... don't do it, people have killed for less so please leave a brother be when he (for once in his life) is getting his groove on. Be cool, back away and just let the little guy win one for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also as a post script to this story I was so angry at that guy it threw my whole night off and I lost 3 out of my 4 games....fuckin dickhead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114437912032522841?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114437912032522841/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114437912032522841' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114437912032522841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114437912032522841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/04/some-people-just-flat-out-suck.html' title='Some People Just Flat Out Suck'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114427750356678809</id><published>2006-04-05T18:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T18:53:03.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Is In Your...... Part II</title><content type='html'>I recently reviewed my blog archives here and I wanted to revisit one again. Even over the last few months my tastes have changed and I was curious about your tastes as well so I wanna know what you are up to and what is on your entertainment menu.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my stuff and whats in them:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XboX 360: Oblivion/ Ghost Recon: Advance Warfighter (soon to be Tomb Raider and MLB 2K6)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Playstation 2: Metal Gear Solid 3 Subsistence ( Great remake of a GREAT game)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;XBoX: Half Life 2 (not used in a long time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gamecube: Sonic Gems Collection ( again, have not played in a long time)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PSP: Burnout Legends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nintendo DS: Super Mario 64 DS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;DVD player: Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CD player/Ipod/Mp3: The whole Queensryche catalogue and Every Time I Die's album Gutter Phenomenon currently rock my Ipod along with a ton of video podcasts of one of my favorite shows: X-Play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Currently Reading: I should say &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Re-Reading&lt;/span&gt; The Da Vinci Code just so I can get all brushed up for the movie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well thats what keeps me busy..... for now anyway&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114427750356678809?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114427750356678809/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114427750356678809' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114427750356678809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114427750356678809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-is-in-your-part-ii.html' title='What Is In Your...... Part II'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114419267344367257</id><published>2006-04-04T18:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-04T20:17:08.603-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eyes Of A Stranger</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/B000E1ZBHM.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_V56246507_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/B000E1ZBHM.01._AA240_SCLZZZZZZZ_V56246507_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Finally my month long tribute to Queensryche has come to an end, this post's title is the last title from the brilliant &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Operation: Mindcrime&lt;/span&gt; album that they released in 1988. Today a new era dawns for one of the best bands on the planet because today Queensryche finally released the highly anticipated sequel, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Operation: Mindcrime II&lt;/span&gt; and now metal heads all over the world can rejoice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The band had a listening party last weekend for the cd and streamed the album in its entirety (which I must have listened to about 20 times or so while they had it up) to stir up the hype a bit more for its release. In my extensive listening to the album I had formed many opinions on it but I was holding out until its official release today to give them just incase I might spoil any of the story for anyone who might be interested.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Review time:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have waited over 18 years to hear this sequel and with all of that build up Queensryche not only did not let me down but they delivered an amazing experience that is on par with the first &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mindcrime&lt;/span&gt; and that in my mind is a truly awesome accomplishment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album is nothing short of a marvel.  When the first &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mindcrime&lt;/span&gt; was released in '88 it broke new grounds and set a level of expectation for the band which quite frankly has not been reached again... until now. The album pushes one of the most innovative bands ever to a new level and the story telling here is absolutely stunning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mindcrime&lt;/span&gt; story was about a down on his luck junkie named Nikki who is recruited by a manulipative anarchist named "Dr. X". "X" uses Nikki to carry out a series of assinations of powerful political and religous leaders. In the process Nikki falls in love with a prostitute turned nun "Mary". When the story ended last Mary was mysteriously murdered and Nikki was locked up in an aslyum being set up by Dr. X and left to rot for all of the murders including Mary's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pick up 18 years later with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mindcrime &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I&lt;/span&gt;I &lt;/span&gt;and now Nikki is finally released and absolutely hell-bent on revenge. When the first song (I'm American) starts Nikki reveals that he has a plan to "terminate" Dr. X and the stage is set for the whole cd. Mary also returns (in spirit) to guide Nikki and in the stand out song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Hands &lt;/span&gt;Nikki sings of guidance from out of nowhere, he does not realize that it is Mary watching over him until the end of the cd in the song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;An Intentional Confrontation&lt;/span&gt; where the two finally "meet".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of the amazing highlights of the album include the two climactic songs  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Re-arrange You &lt;/span&gt;and  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The  Chase.&lt;/span&gt;  In these songs Nikki hunts down and confronts Dr. X for the final time and in &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Chase &lt;/span&gt;the voice of Dr. X is sung by metal legend Ronnie James Dio and I have to say that the song sends chills up my spine, it is two the the best metal voices ever on display as Dio and Queensryche front man Geoff Tate verbally duke it out in one of the coolest duets ever recorded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/om2-left-09.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/200/om2-left-09.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can go on and on about how amazing the cd is but in its just my opinion... but if you like rock/metal I am TELLING you that this cd is ESSENTIAL, it does not disappoint trust me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Queen is back and she has never sounded so F'n good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114419267344367257?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114419267344367257/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114419267344367257' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114419267344367257'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114419267344367257'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/04/eyes-of-stranger.html' title='Eyes Of A Stranger'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114411242826015308</id><published>2006-04-03T20:25:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T21:10:21.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'>My Empty Room</title><content type='html'>Well, not exactly... I still have all of my junk here in my apartment but they might as well not be here. For the last week almost I have been putting all of my spare time and focus twards practing my bass. My lessons are going pretty well but in my last few sessions my instructor has pointed out a few weaknesses that I have and it has been driving me nuts. Like the obsessive freak that I am now I constantly harp on the fact that I have some flaws in my musical ability and all I am doing now is practing (3 hours a day).&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/zoom_force5.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/zoom_force5.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With all the practing I have neglected all of my other fun toys... hell my poor 360 must not feel the love anymore from me (the world of Oblivion calls for me). Also my writing has in turn taken a back seat but I am going to have to learn how to budget my time a bit better so I can do all of the little things that I want to do. I have not even had the television on even for background noise this weekend and that for those of you who know me that is a miracle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The good part about this constant hammering away at my bass is that I have actually noticed an improvement over the last week and I have even tried new things. As of now I am playing a 4-string bass but in my last lesson my instructor let me practice on a 5-string and I have to say that is one of the coolest freakin things ever, besides the bass itself being a beautiful piece, I had never had so much fun playing... the 5's rule.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe when I get better I will post some audio of me playing but I'm not exactly ready for that yet... soon enough I will be a rock star and all of you are more than welcome to see me play on my sold out world tour.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114411242826015308?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114411242826015308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114411242826015308' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114411242826015308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114411242826015308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-empty-room_03.html' title='My Empty Room'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114377992559878816</id><published>2006-03-30T22:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-30T23:44:07.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Believe In Love / Waiting For 22</title><content type='html'>This may be a cheap way out by combining two titles that I was going to use together but its appropriate. I was thinking about all of my prior relationships and at my last count I was at &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;. Some lasted longer then others, hell some lasted about as long as dinner, but its all good, I have absolutely no bitter feelings. Things happen and its part of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am at a point in my life where I feel that I am ready to get back out there in the voilent jungle known as the world of dating and I feel like I have a new appreciation for it all. I wonder what the next co-captain will look like, how will I meet her and when will I know that it is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"HER"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know if I had the answers I'd probably be spending time with the next Ms. Crash instead of sitting here wondering what she will be like. I will admit the processs of getting out there is fun and the unknowns are downright exciting at times but I still hate the butterflies that you get when you do realize that something good is about to happen. Also I am an impatient person by nature so even though I enjoy the newness of a fresh relationship I can't wait till the moment when I realize that I do in fact have the capacity to love again that my search for &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22 &lt;/span&gt;may have finally come to an end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114377992559878816?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114377992559878816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114377992559878816' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114377992559878816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114377992559878816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-dont-believe-in-love-waiting-for-22.html' title='I Don&apos;t Believe In Love / Waiting For 22'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114368178999839465</id><published>2006-03-29T19:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T20:28:44.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Breaking The Silence</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/talk.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/200/talk.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I have to admit that in the past I have been guilty of being a terrible communicator. I would always know how to fix other peoples problems but when it came to my own stuff I would completely freeze up. I was so closed up that my family thought that I never talked to people at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my defense I was a horrible communicator but I definately knew how to express myself through other outlets. I would always doodle writings in a journal (or an random school book or two) or even film things. Lets face it, I would never directly say anything, I would use outlets... even now I use this blog as an outlet but now there one major difference in me, I am not afraid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After learning who I truly was over the course of the last year I realized that by speaking my mind and confronting problems head on I get better results. I would always stress myself out about what people would think if I told them what bothered me (or even made me happy) but in the end it always made things worse. I bottled things up and really let problems spiral out of control and that was stupid of me. I placed so much unjustified stress on myself and the other parties involved and it just was not right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take this opportunity to say now that I won't be quiet, I will fix things when they need to be fixed and not when they are lost causes. For someone with such a big mouth my lack of tongue has caused me so many problems but no more of that... I am going to speak up in addition to my creative outlets. Of course I mean it in a positive way because we all know what a perfect angel that I am, right....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Either way, if there is anybody out there listening, I am speaking... if there is anyone who cares, I will be here. I am glad that you have joined me in the past and I hope we can all speak more often.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114368178999839465?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114368178999839465/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114368178999839465' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114368178999839465'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114368178999839465'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/03/breaking-silence.html' title='Breaking The Silence'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114350740401793590</id><published>2006-03-27T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T20:17:47.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Electric  Requiem</title><content type='html'>Last night was a bit rough. To start off I was kicked out of the Thieves Guild, the whole thing was a misunderstanding. One of the three rules of the guild is to never steal from another member and I totally broke that rule. It was an accident because I thought I was in a safe area four towns over where no other members would be and the first person I try to pickpocket happens to be a freaking member. I tried to explain what happened to the leader of the Guild but to no avail, I was tossed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had to pay a hefty fee to become re-admitted into the Guild.. a bribe actually for which I could not afford. In order to raise the funds I had to take my trusty steed and head for the city's combat arena to enroll to become a combatant. This was cool because I fought a couple of scrubs to the death and in the end made enough money to pay off my bribe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my excitement of raising the funds I had forgotten that my horse was left unattended outside the arena and when I got out there she was gone. I fear the worst for the horse because she was not too healthy to begin with (when I stole her she was shot with many arrows from the stable guards) and I would not be surprised if she turned up dead. I feel sad but I guess I have no other choice but to steal another horse to replace her.... although I am singing a song of sorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway to make a long story short I got back into the Thieves Guild and from now on I will just stick to burglarizing homes when the inhabitants are simply not home, no more pickpocketing, I can make plenty of money fencing stolen goods from the homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the horse, well.... you can see my new ride for yourself.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/es4.7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/es4.7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114350740401793590?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114350740401793590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114350740401793590' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114350740401793590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114350740401793590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/03/electric-requiem.html' title='Electric  Requiem'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114307719450211259</id><published>2006-03-22T20:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T20:27:47.096-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Needle Lies</title><content type='html'>With baseball season rapidly approaching us I want to give a quick reminder.... baseball players don't use steriods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have to say that may be the funniest thing that I ever said, also the biggest lie as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure Bonds, never used them&lt;br /&gt;OK Sheffield... only flax seed oil.... righttt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahh hell it may be full of bullshitters but I still can't wait to PLAY BALL&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;btw... the Phillies and Yankees can go &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://fuggo.blogspot.com/"&gt;Fuggo&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;themselves...  LETS GO METS !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114307719450211259?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114307719450211259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114307719450211259' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114307719450211259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114307719450211259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/03/needle-lies.html' title='The Needle Lies'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114298991848433635</id><published>2006-03-21T19:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T20:30:39.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Suite Sister Mary</title><content type='html'>Ten years ago my best buddy at the time was dating this girl who for the most part was cool as hell, kinda like one of the guys. Now this girl had a sister around my age that hung out with us all of the time too, and again she was cool. As time went on I developed a thing for the sister but the problem there was that she had a long time boyfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day out of the blue the sister (we'll call her &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mary&lt;/span&gt; for story purposes) calls me up and tells me that she had broken up with her boyfriend and that she needed to get out of the house, a "can you come pick me up and take me anywhere" type of thing. Being the snake that I was I saw my opening and took it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next three months &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mary&lt;/span&gt; and I spent just about every day together with nothing happening between us and it was beginning to take its toll on me. I am no sucker and to put it bluntly that is was too much effort to put into any girl for no sex at all.... shit, two weeks is too long. The only salvation with her was the cool things we did when we hung out, she even took me to my first pro football game, she knew I am a big Jets fan and got low level seats around the 50 yard line as a "thanks for being there" gift.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All was ok but still I was losing my cool and I had decided that I was done with &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mary&lt;/span&gt;. She was becoming a constant pain in the ass and without the sex it simply was not worth it anymore. Then one night &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mary&lt;/span&gt; calls me again and said that we really have to talk and at this I was happy because I could finally tell her to get over her shit and to stop using me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That night we went to this beach were we would always hang out to drink (its real nice and secluded). She was telling me that she had realized how unfair she was and that we were too close for anything to happen between us and with this I was cool, I did not care in the least. I did let a bit of frustration out and told her that since we would not be sleeping together that night I would rather just drop her off and go hang out with the guys... look I am human and I was pissed off ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, we get back into my car and as I was turning my key she grabs my hand and prevents me from starting the car. I asked her what was wrong but she did not say a thing... she leaned in and kissed me. At this point I am confused, but hell, I'm game. After about a half hour of that we stop and I asked her why now if one hour prior I was told nothing can happen. Her best answer was "I don't know... you are really adorable and now that I know how good of a kisser you are I just can't stop now".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I am really confused but I figured I will ride the wave while I am on it and I asked her "can't stop now?" and she said that she wanted more as a matter of fact she said that she wanted ME. Being the trooper that I am I put my anger aside and decided to go along with it and to make the story short we ended up having sex in the car in the beach parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess that we were noticable because just as we were finishing up I get a knock on my car window....IT WAS THE COPS. Now I'm thinking that this bitch was way too much of a hassle... three months of getting jerked-off with nothing and now this shit...typical.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I managed to talk myself out of trouble on the whole sex in public thing and the cops just told us that we better call it a night though. After I took her home I realized that I still was annoyed with her and I totally had no feelings for her... just purely physical, now my problem was that I had to figure out how to not get involved with her yet still remain friends with her sister who was still dating my homeboy. Quite the pickle right... but in the end it was cool. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mary&lt;/span&gt; had realized that I was pissed and decided to talk to her sister and tell her what happened.. she took responsibility and decided that she would not hang around us if I was not interested in her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was happy with that conclusion because lets face it, I am always the nice guy and for once I got my way and in the end I never had to pay dearly for it, so fuck it, once in my life I play the role of the scumbag but I never felt bad because she had used me first.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for the kicks &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mary&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114298991848433635?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114298991848433635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114298991848433635' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114298991848433635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114298991848433635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/03/suite-sister-mary.html' title='Suite Sister Mary'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114290264460500754</id><published>2006-03-20T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T19:58:07.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Mission</title><content type='html'>I know I get lazy from time to time with my writing here but I really will try to get back into it a lot more. In a way I kinda have been writing here to get practice. Eventually when I have enough confidence in my skills I will put them to good use and get off my ass and write professionally.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past I was involved with media and I had always enjoyed the creative aspect of it. During my early college years I worked at my local community television producing and teaching classes on how to direct. Then a buddy of mine and I made a few student films where we did all the work: writing, directing, editing etc... After that we wrote a full length screenplay and DAMN it was fun, I had a great time going through the process and now my one problem is that ever since then I have had a complete mental block.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not want to necessarily want to write movies but I want to write in general ( be it a screenplay, novel.... whatever). I just know the I need practice and this was a good way for me to get back into writing and become deciplined at it so I must get off of my ass and write more here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know what I have in me but I do know that my ultimate goal is to find it and then publish it!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114290264460500754?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114290264460500754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114290264460500754' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114290264460500754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114290264460500754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/03/mission.html' title='The Mission'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114270057356405100</id><published>2006-03-18T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T12:22:49.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Operation: Mindcrime 2 Video</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/american-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/american-cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week Queensryche released the video for the first single off of the upcoming &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Operation: Mindcrime 2 &lt;/span&gt;album.  Here are a few quick comments before I give the link to the video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;1. The video for some reason will not work in FireFox, please use Internet Explorer instead.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**2. I am not posting any of my political beliefs, for those of you unfamiliar with the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mindcrime &lt;/span&gt;story, it is one of governmental rebellion and conspiracy. KEEP IN MIND IT IS ONLY A STORY because the video has images that do not exactly favor the current administration... again it is for story purposes. Besides, the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mindcrime &lt;/span&gt;story started in '88 so don't think that the song and video is an attack on the administration... the key word I said was STORY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://music.yahoo.com/ar-262066-videos--Queensrche"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I'm American &lt;/span&gt;video&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114270057356405100?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114270057356405100/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114270057356405100' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114270057356405100'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114270057356405100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/03/first-operation-mindcrime-2-video.html' title='First Operation: Mindcrime 2 Video'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114231549644366159</id><published>2006-03-14T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T00:53:19.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Bit Of A Break From The Awesomeness That Is My Blog</title><content type='html'>I am going to take a bit of a break from writing for about the next two weeks because I will be "vacationing" in the lovely Mexico City doing my part to spread democracy and put down the revolution that has overthrown the government there and left the country in turmoil..... DAMN I LOVE WAR !!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/rec.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/400/rec.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See ya on Live !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114231549644366159?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114231549644366159/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114231549644366159' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114231549644366159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114231549644366159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/03/bit-of-break-from-awesomeness-that-is.html' title='A Bit Of A Break From The Awesomeness That Is My Blog'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114186236290207311</id><published>2006-03-08T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T20:32:34.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Spreading The Disease</title><content type='html'>My supply was runnung low so after work yesterday I had to pick up a new jar of my favorite addiction, the super-dope cinnamon rasin swirl peanut butter from the masters of peanut butter, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ilovepeanutbutter.com/index.cfm"&gt;Peanut Butter and Co.&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;This is crazy addicting and it is well deserved when I say that it freakin rocks man. Trust me pick some up and try spreading it on some rasin bread... great stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/peanutbutter.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/peanutbutter.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, I know you wrote about this stuff in the past &lt;a href="http://like-aholic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt; but I am sure you agree it deserves another mention.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114186236290207311?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114186236290207311/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114186236290207311' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114186236290207311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114186236290207311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/03/spreading-disease.html' title='Spreading The Disease'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114178063575328961</id><published>2006-03-07T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T20:21:08.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Speak</title><content type='html'>I recently had a discussion with someone about censorship and a musicians ability to create the music they want to create. Here is what happened: I made a comment that Wal-Mart can kiss my ass because those non-union fucks refuse to sell a cd in their store with a parental advisory label on it and the person replied "good, people should not make music like that anyway!".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now hold on a second... what the fuck am I missing here? I know I do not have any children but I still feel that it is not a musicians job to raise someone's child for them. We are given the freedom of speech and the freedom of fucking expression and I know that freedom of speech does not give an individual the right to scream "FIRE" in a crowd but I thought it might allow me the simple freedom to say "shit" if I so desire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Parental advisory labels are put there for a reason... TO WARN PARENTS. I know that most of the material put there is not appropriate for a 10 year old but the simple fact is that material like that is not meant for them, nor should the children be able to get their hands on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my opinion it is the responsibilty of a few people to keep explicit material away from children. Obviously parents are a factor but no matter how much of an interest they take a kid is still gonna do what they want to behind the parents back and that is where the other levels of protection come into play. Record companies for the most part do their job by labeling the cds explicit and unfortunately sometimes that is as far as it goes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If a cd is deemed in appropriate for anyone under 17 then why is it so easy for kids to walk into a store and buy it when that same kid would not be sold a ticket to an "R" rated movie? I think that although a parent is the first line of defense the retailer has a responsibility as well. Maybe even the powers-that-be can pass tougher laws or enforce heavier fines on retailers for selling such material but I honestly will never know the right answer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only thing I do know is that if some musician wants to record a cd and they feel that the true way they want to express themself is with swearing .... so-be-it. None of us have the right to tell anyone how to live their life (unless it is your own child) let alone tell them how to create their own art.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my humble opinion and is not intended to offend anyone, I just wanted to speak my mind... now I will get off of my soap box.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114178063575328961?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114178063575328961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114178063575328961' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114178063575328961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114178063575328961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/03/speak.html' title='Speak'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114169800413271069</id><published>2006-03-06T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T21:30:18.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation: Mindcrime</title><content type='html'>Here is a funny tribue to one of the most kick ass bands of all time and their work of sheer awesomeness.&lt;br /&gt;                             &lt;br /&gt;                                                             Queensryche rules !!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/SP-QRStage1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/SP-QRStage1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/SP-QRStage2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/SP-QRStage2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.queensryche.com/"&gt; Operation: Mindcrime 2&lt;/a&gt; in stores April 4th.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114169800413271069?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114169800413271069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114169800413271069' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114169800413271069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114169800413271069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/03/operation-mindcrime.html' title='Operation: Mindcrime'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114135199038651220</id><published>2006-03-02T20:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T21:21:10.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Revolution Calling</title><content type='html'>Lately I have been feeling a bit hollow. I should mention that I am in no way unhappy because I have finally gotten myself back on track... my house is gone, the car totally kicks ass and I have also learned to let go of my past. Whats really bothering me is work related. I don't feel I belong there anymore and to be honest things are even going well there too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The events over the past year in my life left me distracted for a while and simply apathetic to work. Over a recent discussion with my boss we talked about what made me unhappy and I have to admit I feel that he went out of his way to listen to me and give me good advice - I really appreciated the chat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Recently I was up for my annual review (and raise) and agian I was surprised to read all of the positive things written about me despite my obvious apathy. With my raise that just went through I am making roughly 10 grand more than last year at this time (thats with 2 annual raises-this years came a little earlier) ... so what the hell is my problem then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't really have an answer for that maybe its because I work in an industry I never wanted to get into in the first place, or maybe its getting up at 4:45 every morning because I have a long ass commute... I just don't know. The only thing I do know is that for some reason I feel that the time is right for a change and I have to get up and take that stand. The only way I will be happy and feel complete is to make things happen the way I want them to and do something for a living that I really love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way.... anybody hiring ???&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114135199038651220?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114135199038651220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114135199038651220' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114135199038651220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114135199038651220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/03/revolution-calling.html' title='Revolution Calling'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114126911675387709</id><published>2006-03-01T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T22:26:41.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anarchy-X</title><content type='html'>The decision makers were all gone and there was nobody but us left. It was surreal-the inmates were actually running the asylum and for a brief instant we were confused... then reality set in. New powers-that-be were put into place just so we could save some face... "See how quickly we moved along everybody".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh sure on the outside we look like had gotten back on track in the wake of humilation but the simple truth is &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;no way&lt;/span&gt;. Whatever authority there may be is left holding a quarter-inch paint brush and have been asked to paint a masterpiece on a canvas the size of Texas and the subordinates are stuck dealing with the rest of the shitstorm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114126911675387709?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114126911675387709/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114126911675387709' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114126911675387709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114126911675387709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/03/anarchy-x.html' title='Anarchy-X'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114126187740985064</id><published>2006-03-01T19:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T20:11:17.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Remember Now</title><content type='html'>Around one year ago I was forced to take a long look at who I really was and I knew that I had to make a change.  I was finding new reasons to live and learning that its never too late to change who you really are.  I also learned that is was not the end of the world to make a mistake but the true crime was not learning from that mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We live and learn or we don't live at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One year ago a new Anthony was born and sometimes he still screws up but at least this Anthony has the determination to never walk through life as blindly as he once did... he is taking control and is definately the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Captain &lt;/span&gt;at the helm of his new life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember what it felt like one year ago and it was sad.... but it was the best learning experience that I will forever be reluctantly grateful for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/4/4_12_11.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114126187740985064?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114126187740985064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114126187740985064' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114126187740985064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114126187740985064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-remember-now.html' title='I Remember Now'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114057486456313967</id><published>2006-02-21T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T21:27:47.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mohr Action Now</title><content type='html'>I know I have been lazy lately posting here but I have been trying to catch up on a bunch of things lately. I have been playing the hell out of &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Call of Duty 2 &lt;/span&gt;and now that I finally finished that I am going to put my 360 down for a bit and catch up on all of my Tivo'ed shows (4 episodes of Bones... man have I neglected that one) and devote a bit more time to practicing my bass. Lessons are going well but I definately need more practice which I will now devote more time to... hell, maybe by this time next year I will be better than Flea. (yeah RIGHT).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway today a new addition came into the mix of distractions for me. One of the BEST television shows you have never heard of was just put out on DVD after years of paitent waiting... &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Action&lt;/span&gt; starring Jay Mohr. This show only lasted 13 episodes and was cancelled because it was too "edgy" for tv. Basically this show was filmed for the Showtime network (which means uncensored) and at the last second it was dropped, picked up by FOX and in a rush to air the show the network just added censor beeps over all of the cursing (and there was a lot). Because of the all of the foul language the network felt that in the end the show was too "MATURE" oriented for tv and they pulled the plug on it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/action.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/action.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This show was so WRONG on many levels but it was funny as hell. Believe me when I tell you it pulled no punches and often at times watching it I found myself saying "oh shit, they DID NOT go there...damn they DID".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a quick summary of the show Jay Mohr plays "Peter Dragon" a big time Hollywood movie producer known for his over the top action films (think Stallone movies times 10). Dragon spends the life of the series trying to get a movie (Beverly Hills Gun Club) financed. The show basically bitch-slaps Hollywood in the face and satiraclly shows how sleezy, corrupt and immoral that the movie business is (according to them).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Action &lt;/span&gt;has something for everyone as it is filled with cursing, prostitution, drugs, deception, celebrity cameos and enough lying to make even a politician blush (and thats just in the first episode). I totally give it the Captain's Seal of Approval... check it out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114057486456313967?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114057486456313967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114057486456313967' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114057486456313967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114057486456313967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/02/mohr-action-now.html' title='Mohr Action Now'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-114004901521821678</id><published>2006-02-15T18:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T19:28:50.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music To My Ears</title><content type='html'>After 3 days of stall tactics I present to you my favorite albums of all time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25 Favorite Albums:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Operation: Mindcrime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ; Queensryche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/mcr.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/200/mcr.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;2.     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Idiot &lt;/span&gt;;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Green Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;3.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sgt. Pepper's &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;; The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;4.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dirt &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;; Alice in Chains&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;5.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Master of Puppets &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;; Metallica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;6.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;My Aim is True &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;; Elvis Costello&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;7.     &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Nevermind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;; Nirvana&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;8.     &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;License to Ill&lt;/span&gt; ; Beastie Boys&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;9.    &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; The Joshua Tree  &lt;/span&gt;; U2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;10.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Slippery When Wet &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;; Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;11.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;10  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;; Pearl Jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;12.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Core  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;; Stone Temple Pilots&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;13.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Abbey Road&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ; The Beatles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;14.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Colour and the Shape&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ; Foo Fighters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/aby.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/200/aby.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;15.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Empire&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ; Queensryche&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;16.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Moving Pictures&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ; Rush&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;17.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;New Jersey&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Bon Jovi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;18.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sublime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Sublime&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;19.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Rock and Roll Over&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ; Kiss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;20.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Horrorscope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ; Eve 6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;21&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.  Kill 'em All &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;; Metallica&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;22.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Dookie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ; Green Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;23.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Whatever and Ever Amen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ; Ben Folds Five&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;24.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;Vs&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;. ; Pearl Jam&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;25.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;The Works&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt; ; Queen&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-114004901521821678?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/114004901521821678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=114004901521821678' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114004901521821678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/114004901521821678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/02/music-to-my-ears.html' title='Music To My Ears'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-113978468386540673</id><published>2006-02-12T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T18:02:36.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Music Trivia</title><content type='html'>Since I am posting all of my favorite things I began think about what I would put for my 25 favorite albums (CDs) of all time and I made this decision. ALL of my lists have been in NO PARTICULAR ORDER but when it came to this one particular album I decided that it IS going to be #1 on my list AND actually belong in that slot. It is hands down my favorite of all time and I have always been borderline obsessed with it so it will be placed in its proper slot at #1.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, before I gave you the list I want you to think about what that #1 actually is so I am going to give you a quote from it and see if you can come up with the songs name, the artists name and finally the name of the album.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Before I give the quote I seriously ask with all due respect that ram2600, "G", Jonathan Mardukas, and my brother-in-law PLEASE DO NOT ANSWER THIS.... I know as a fact that all of you know the answer (and like the album as well). I just want to see if anyone else can come up with the answer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote:&lt;br /&gt;"The &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;System &lt;/span&gt;we learn says we're equal under law,&lt;br /&gt;But the streets are reality.  The weak and poor will fall.&lt;br /&gt;Let's tip the power balance and tear down their crown.&lt;br /&gt;Educate the masses.  We'll burn the White House down."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun..I will post my favorite album list after someone answers the question correctly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_52.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-113978468386540673?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/113978468386540673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=113978468386540673' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113978468386540673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113978468386540673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/02/more-music-trivia.html' title='More Music Trivia'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-113945013694465114</id><published>2006-02-08T20:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T21:06:18.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash Gives Them Two Thumbs Up</title><content type='html'>Ok so I have been lazy but now I am back and now I will continue my lists of favorite things. Again, they are in no particular order so please don't give me any shit about it... I'm just making lists for fun so lets all act like a couple of Fonzarellis and keep cool here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;25 Favorite Movies:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.   Stripes&lt;br /&gt;2.   Trading Places&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/Midnight%20Run.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/200/Midnight%20Run.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.   Pirates of the Caribbean&lt;br /&gt;4.   Fargo&lt;br /&gt;5.   The Usual Suspects&lt;br /&gt;6.   A Few Good Men&lt;br /&gt;7.   GoodFellas&lt;br /&gt;8.   Midnight Run&lt;br /&gt;9.   Dogma&lt;br /&gt;10. Star Wars ep V: The Empire Strikes Back&lt;br /&gt;11.  Crimson Tide&lt;br /&gt;12.  My Blue Heaven&lt;br /&gt;13.  Field of Dreams&lt;br /&gt;14.  Clerks&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/swingers_ver2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/200/swingers_ver2.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15.  Star Wars ep IV: A New Hope&lt;br /&gt;16.  Indiana Jones and the Raiders of the Lost Ark&lt;br /&gt;17.  The Incredibles&lt;br /&gt;18.  Lord of the Rings Trilogy (collectively amazing)&lt;br /&gt;19.  The Ghostbusters&lt;br /&gt;20.  Swingers&lt;br /&gt;21.  American Beauty&lt;br /&gt;22.  Blazing Saddles&lt;br /&gt;23.  The Shawshank Redemption&lt;br /&gt;24.  Johnny Dangerously&lt;br /&gt;25.  Pulp Fiction&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DISCLAIMER:&lt;/span&gt; There are probably a ton of great movies I just did not have the room to add so bear with me on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-113945013694465114?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/113945013694465114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=113945013694465114' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113945013694465114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113945013694465114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/02/crash-gives-them-two-thumbs-up.html' title='Crash Gives Them Two Thumbs Up'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-113892694181851584</id><published>2006-02-02T19:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T23:15:49.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>100th Post + Facelift</title><content type='html'>For my 100th post I decided to mix things a bit and change the look of things around here. I also decided to list 100 things that I like, now these cliche lists I am giving are things that I like... I am not claiming they are the greatest. They are also in no particular order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Top 25 video games:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;1.       Tomb Raider 2 (PS1)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/GearSnake1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/200/GearSnake1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.       Metal Gear Solid (PS1)&lt;br /&gt;3.       Metal Gear Solid 3 (PS2)&lt;br /&gt;4.       Resident Evil 4 (GC)&lt;br /&gt;5.       Metriod (NES)&lt;br /&gt;6.       The Legend of Zelda: A Link To The Past (SNES)&lt;br /&gt;7.   Dragon's Lair (Arcade)&lt;br /&gt;8.       Strider (Arcade)&lt;br /&gt;9.       Double Dragon (Arcade)&lt;br /&gt;10. Prince of Persia: Sands of Time (Xbox)&lt;br /&gt;11. Phantasy Star 2 (Genesis)&lt;br /&gt;12. Phantasy Star 3 (Genesis)&lt;br /&gt;13. Grand Theft Auto 3 (PS2)&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/mario.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/200/mario.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. Halo 2 (Xbox)&lt;br /&gt;15. Super Mario 64 (N64)&lt;br /&gt;16. Bionic Commando (NES)&lt;br /&gt;17. RC Pro AM (NES)&lt;br /&gt;18. Silent Hill (PS1)&lt;br /&gt;19. Final Fantasy VII (PS1)&lt;br /&gt;20. The Legend of Zelda (NES)&lt;br /&gt;21. Baseball Stars (NES)&lt;br /&gt;22. Advance Wars: Dual Strike (Nin DS)&lt;br /&gt;23. Super Mario Bros. (NES)&lt;br /&gt;24. The Revenge of Shinobi (Genesis)&lt;br /&gt;25. Animal Crossing (GC)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Instead of making this a SUPER-HUGE post the rest of my favorite things will be listed in posts over the next few days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-113892694181851584?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/113892694181851584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=113892694181851584' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113892694181851584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113892694181851584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/02/100th-post-facelift.html' title='100th Post + Facelift'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-113866299493941750</id><published>2006-01-30T17:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T17:50:20.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chuck Norris: The Extended Directors Cut</title><content type='html'>My boy &lt;a href="http://www.ram2600.blogspot.com/"&gt;ram2600&lt;/a&gt; has supplied me with a link to more fun facts about our favorite hero here at &lt;span style="FONT-STYLE: italic"&gt;My Own Little World&lt;/span&gt; : Chuck Norris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Click &lt;a href="http://www.chucknorrisfacts.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; for nine pages of ass-kickin facts about the almighty master of the roundhouse.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/chuck2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: pointer; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/chuck2.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now click &lt;a href="http://www.chucknorris.com/html/events.aspx"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt; to see Chuck Norris' official response to these fun facts about him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-113866299493941750?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/113866299493941750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=113866299493941750' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113866299493941750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113866299493941750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/01/chuck-norris-extended-directors-cut.html' title='Chuck Norris: The Extended Directors Cut'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-113858724186928132</id><published>2006-01-29T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T22:06:59.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Now Offically A Masshole</title><content type='html'>I just got back from my weekend visiting &lt;a href="http://metatag.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dave&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://like-aholic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt; at their home in lovely Worcester, Mass. and I must say I had a totally great time. I got there on Friday night late so not much was done besides catching up with them. On Saturday a big group of us went to lunch at the local Red Robin (freakin awesome by the way) and at the lunch I got to meet &lt;a href="http://bloggingfrommountaintops.blogspot.com/"&gt;JFrag&lt;/a&gt; ... totally rad guy, and then back at Dave and Heather's I got to meet a few more awesome peeps; el diablo WBA, Scuba Steve, and TristanSim.... all totally as cool as the other side of the pillow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all had a great time getting together for Heather's birthday (happy birthday tootse) and I must totally thank Dave and Heather for putting me and &lt;a href="http://ram2600.blogspot.com/"&gt;ram2600&lt;/a&gt; up for the weekend, they are two of the coolest people I know... ROCK ON!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I included a few pics of the weekend:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/100_0057.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/200/100_0057.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is Dave and Heather, AWWWWW&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/100_0050.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/200/100_0050.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sly devil: Diablo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/100_0041.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/200/100_0041.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Here is Scuba Steve playing &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Marble Blast Ultra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/100_0040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/200/100_0040.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battle of the Johnny Damons&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/100_0043.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/200/100_0043.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SILVERBLOOD SMASHHHH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/100_0059.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/200/100_0059.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally.... what the fuck is this ?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again, I wanna thank Dave and Heather for a great time... they truly kick major ass!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-113858724186928132?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/113858724186928132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=113858724186928132' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113858724186928132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113858724186928132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-am-now-offically-masshole.html' title='I Am Now Offically A Masshole'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-113858591672265696</id><published>2006-01-29T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-29T20:58:40.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Karma Chameleon</title><content type='html'>So in my infinate boredom I ended up getting a few faceplates for my XBOX 360 and I just felt like showing the differences off. Now the one with the swirls is NOT the real E3 '05 limited edition faceplate, it is merely a skin I found on Ebay placed on my original faceplate. The current faceplate I have on it now is the red one and thats what I am gonna leave on for a while (I guess because my super-dope car is red so I'm kinda into all things red for the time being).  Anyway here is what they all look like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/100_0030.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/200/100_0030.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/100_0029.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/200/100_0029.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/100_0031.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/200/100_0031.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-113858591672265696?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/113858591672265696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=113858591672265696' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113858591672265696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113858591672265696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/01/karma-chameleon.html' title='Karma Chameleon'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-113820040996874362</id><published>2006-01-25T09:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-25T09:55:08.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Honoring The Captain</title><content type='html'>So I have been finally getting my lazy ass around to completing one of my favorite games..  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Metal Gear Solid 3: Snake Eater &lt;/span&gt;when during a cut seen I saw the most amazing thing... a trubute to the almighty me.... haaa, how about that!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/metal-gear-solid-3-snake-eater-20040713034443835.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/metal-gear-solid-3-snake-eater-20040713034443835.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-113820040996874362?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/113820040996874362/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=113820040996874362' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113820040996874362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113820040996874362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/01/honoring-captain.html' title='Honoring The Captain'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-113816078476160891</id><published>2006-01-24T22:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-24T22:48:44.270-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Asked For It...</title><content type='html'>I have been recently told that I should post more pictures in my blog because sometimes reading can get too boring. Okay fine, I will grant that request but for the record I want to say that I am an advocate of reading... it's fundamental DAMN IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here are some pics for you lazy ass SOBs:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first picture is a shot of the HUGEST COCK that I have ever seen:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/rooster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/rooster.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And here we have a great pair of JUGS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/water_bottles.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/water_bottles.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And finally, I decided to throw in a nice BEAVER shot:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/beaver.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/beaver.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I hope you enjoyed my post of pictures and this will encourage you guys to make more requests.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/36/36_1_11.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-113816078476160891?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/113816078476160891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=113816078476160891' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113816078476160891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113816078476160891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/01/you-asked-for-it.html' title='You Asked For It...'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-113763911078590154</id><published>2006-01-18T20:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-18T23:25:37.746-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Silent Lucidity</title><content type='html'>I might have reached a new low.  Let me explain... I have been racking my brains trying find the most kick ass content for &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Own Little World&lt;/span&gt; and lately I've got nothing. I am rapidly approaching my 100th post here and believe me no matter how close I am to it, it still may take forever to get there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another part of this new low is the fact that I am actually sitting here watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;American Idol&lt;/span&gt; instead of doing ANYTHING else.... what the hell has happened to me, I'm quiet and watching &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Idol &lt;/span&gt;( I swear I used to be cool). For the first time in my life I am tongue tied and for those if you that personally know me that is nothing short of a MIRACLE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing that is bugging me is the fact that no matter how close I get to happiness something always manages to piss me off. To make it a really short story... Subaru is taking fucking forever and a day to get my car registered and get me my title to it. My temporary tags they gave me expired and I still got nothing...WHAT THE FUCK !!!!!! Just once I want something to go smoothly but I don't see that happening any time soon. Oh well... par for the Captain's course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There are a few more things that I feel like discussing but I want to keep quiet about it now for a couple of reasons and again... I promise to talk about it all in due time, I just don't think its right to say certain things just yet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyhow... the new Anthony is slowly emerging and eventually I will be able to tell you all about him, I just can't quite get my thoughts together and write them all down. Maybe after next weekend I will have stories to tell or pictures to post because I am going to Bean Town to visit &lt;a href="http://metatag.blogspot.com/"&gt;Dave&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://like-aholic.blogspot.com/"&gt;Heather&lt;/a&gt; (it's Heather's birthday...YEAHHH) and I am super-psyched about it. They totally kick ass and I look foward to going there and hanging with them. BTW Heather don't forget to bring a couple of hot chicks for me... that is a direct order from your Captain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-113763911078590154?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/113763911078590154/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=113763911078590154' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113763911078590154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113763911078590154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/01/silent-lucidity.html' title='Silent Lucidity'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-113737944671384556</id><published>2006-01-15T21:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T21:44:06.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The World According to Crash</title><content type='html'>I am always taking suggestions here at &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;My Own Little World&lt;/span&gt; and in yet another stellar contribution to this wonderfully super-dope blog a trusted homie, MNC, has come through again. I will admit I work tirelessly to bring you the most interesting reads possible (according to me that is) but I can not do it all. Believe it or not, I am human and sometimes need a hand in being so awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, this was emailed to me this evening by MNC and I had to immediately post this. This is great stuff and it pretty much sums up "My Own Little World".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/map.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/400/map.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-113737944671384556?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/113737944671384556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=113737944671384556' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113737944671384556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113737944671384556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/01/world-according-to-crash.html' title='The World According to Crash'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-113734910082770392</id><published>2006-01-15T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T13:34:22.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote On My New Pic</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/new%20avatar.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/new%20avatar.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I can't decide between these two pics I have here that I wanna use for my profile picture. Just simply tell me if you like it with or without the tattoo. Keep in mind I have a tattoo about the same size and in the same exact spot so I thought that one is kinda cool even though I was already told that it is gay looking (not that there's anything wrong with that).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also bear in mind that your votes DO actually count but I still will reserve the right to change my mind if I so desire... remember this blog is not a democracy, it is a CAPTOCRACY and in the end whatever your Catpain decides here is final.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/new%20avatar%202.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/new%20avatar%202.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-113734910082770392?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/113734910082770392/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=113734910082770392' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113734910082770392'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113734910082770392'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/01/vote-on-my-new-pic.html' title='Vote On My New Pic'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-113695607697005561</id><published>2006-01-10T23:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-11T00:23:15.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not My Actual Photo</title><content type='html'>For the longest time I have had my picture up in my profile here but yesterday I felt the need to remove it. Why you ask..... I have no clue, maybe its because I am self conscious about the way I look or maybe I just felt the need for a change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The past few weeks have brought about a couple of changes in my life and I guess going along with that vibe I wanted to take my picture down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am feeling good about things (even if thats not the case with my looks and picture) my house is finally gone and with that is a bit of closure on my old life. Over the last few months the ordeal of selling that house was a fucking nightmare that I am ELATED to see end.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I am not sad, bitter or anything.... what I am is glad that its all behind me. There is a bit of me that needed to see that house just plain go away. Either way the house is gone and now I can finally get some rest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My point to this is that I am going though changes and with that I felt the need to get that God awful picture I had down and off of this sight (for now anyway). Know that the banana in the picture is NOT me... I can assure you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW: If there are any cute chicks reading this and remember (and like) my actual photo you can drop me an e-mail along with some "nice" pics of yourself to captcrash31@yahoo.com ...if I like what I see then I'll get back to you. &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/15_1_61.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-113695607697005561?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/113695607697005561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=113695607697005561' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113695607697005561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113695607697005561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/01/not-my-actual-photo.html' title='Not My Actual Photo'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-113686965354367044</id><published>2006-01-09T00:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T00:46:27.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Guess What Time It Is....</title><content type='html'>Most of my buddies have gotten this via e-mail from me but I figured since there was not much for me to say tonight I would share this with the rest of you all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Turn your speakers on and click &lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.byzach.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/PBJ.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-113686965354367044?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/113686965354367044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=113686965354367044' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113686965354367044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113686965354367044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/01/guess-what-time-it-is.html' title='Guess What Time It Is....'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-113661728448938971</id><published>2006-01-07T00:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-07T03:14:03.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And The Name of Big Red Is.......</title><content type='html'>So I have thought long and hard about what I was going to name my car and with assistance (thanks MNC) she finally has a name.... and that name is &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;Scarlett&lt;/span&gt;. The car was named Scarlett because of is awesome red color and also as a tribute to the super hot Scarlett Johansson.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you may wanna call me a typical male pig for objectifying Ms Johansson and my answer to that is.... YEP you are right, she is a hot piece of ass and I am not ashamed to admit it, deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/scarlett_johansson.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/scarlett_johansson.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-113661728448938971?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/113661728448938971/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=113661728448938971' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113661728448938971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113661728448938971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/01/and-name-of-big-red-is.html' title='And The Name of Big Red Is.......'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-113633930161431507</id><published>2006-01-03T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-04T16:22:26.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time To Get Sirius</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/sirius.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/sirius.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Ok so we all saw the sweet ass ride that I am pimpin' around in now but one of the finishing touches to enhance my enjoyment of this car was the addition of satellite radio. Now I decided to go with a plug-and-play model because I then have the option to take it with me and listen in my place and pay one subscription fee instead of paying for two recievers. And the model I decided to go with is the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Starmate Replay.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This puppy really kicks ass and is complete with replay functions that act like Tivo so I can rewind up to 44 minutes of what I just listened to (incase I lose reception... I can just rewind and hear what I just missed). On top of that Sirius is giving nice rebates for new customers..... how freakin cool is that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, terrestrial radio is DEAD in my opinion and satellite radio is the way of the future. Lets face it almost all of the regular stations are going on an automated format with no DJs and the same crappy (edited) music running in loops. With all of the channels available on satellite there is something for everybody to listen to... besides you don't hear the same shit all of the time, they have an awesome variety.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I definately love it and will never go back to regular radio... I even find myself looking for excuses to drive just so I can listen to the radio (I did not buy a home kit yet). Lets face it I am addicted to it already in under a week..... seriously, Sirius is awesome.... go out and get it now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, don't give me that crap about not wanting to pay for radio... everybody said they would NEVER pay for TV too and lets face it... ALL OF US DO, changes happen and we should give these changes a chance before we all go bitching about fees (its just an excuse for those who do not like change anyway).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW &lt;a href="http://www.howardstern.com/index2.php"&gt;The King of all Media&lt;/a&gt; starts his ruling over a new domain in the satellite world on Monday...yeahhh baby.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-113633930161431507?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/113633930161431507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=113633930161431507' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113633930161431507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113633930161431507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2006/01/time-to-get-sirius.html' title='Time To Get Sirius'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-113588999777647518</id><published>2005-12-29T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T16:08:44.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Red Is Here</title><content type='html'>Well it has been long overdue, but I am happy again. My house is officially gone and my old Nissan POS has been traded in for a new car and if I may be humble for a second I am going to say what a sweet ass freakin ride this car is... no need to pimp this ride, its already been done baby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/car2.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/car2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/car3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/car3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/car1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/car1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-113588999777647518?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/113588999777647518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=113588999777647518' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113588999777647518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113588999777647518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2005/12/big-red-is-here.html' title='Big Red Is Here'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-113537353372894358</id><published>2005-12-23T16:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T16:32:13.740-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun "Holiday" World News</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;This is a great article I came across while surfing the web for World News:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="margin: 0px; min-height: 14px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="word-spacing: 0px; font-family: Helvetica; font-style: normal; font-variant: normal; font-weight: normal; font-size: 12px; line-height: normal; font-size-adjust: none; font-stretch: normal; text-transform: none; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); text-indent: 0px; white-space: normal; letter-spacing: normal; border-collapse: separate; -x-border-x-spacing: 0px; -x-border-y-spacing: 0px; orphans: 2; widows: 2;"&gt; &lt;div class="Section1"&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman; text-align: center;" align="center"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18px; font-family: Times New Roman; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 18px; font-family: Times New Roman; text-align: center;"&gt;INFANT  DISCOVERED IN BARN, CHILD PROTECTIVE SERVICES LAUNCH  PROBE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt; &lt;/ST1:PLACE&gt;&lt;/ST1:CITY&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Nazareth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;b style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;i style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 16px; font-style: italic; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold; font-size: 13px; font-style: italic; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;  Carpenter Being Held On Charges Involving Underage  Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt; &lt;/ST1:CITY&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;BETHLEHEM&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;,  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;JUDEA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ST1:PLACE&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 13px; font-family: Verdana;"&gt; -  Authorities were today alerted by a concerned citizen who noticed a family  living in a barn. Upon arrival, Family Protective Service personnel, accompanied  by police, took into protective care an  infant child, who had been wrapped in  strips of cloth and placed in a  feeding trough by his 14-year old mother, Mary  of Nazareth.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;During the confrontation,  a man identified as Joseph, also of &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;/ST1:PLACE&gt;&lt;/ST1:CITY&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Nazareth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;,   attempted to stop the social workers. Joseph, aided by several local  shepherds  and some unidentified foreigners, tried to forestall efforts to  take the child,  but were restrained by the police.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Also being held for  questioning are three foreigners who allege to be wise  men from an eastern  country. The INS and Homeland Security officials are  seeking information about  these wise guys who may be in the country  illegally. A source with the INS  states that they had no passports, but  were in possession of gold and other  possibly illegal substances. They  resisted arrest saying that they had been  warned by God to avoid officials  in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;/ST1:PLACE&gt;&lt;/ST1:CITY&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Jerusalem&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  and to return quickly to their own country. The chemical  substances in their  possession will be tested.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;The  owner of the barn is also being held for questioning. The manager of Bethlehem  Inn faces possible revocation of his license for violating health and safety  regulations by allowing people to stay in the stable. Civil authorities are also  investigating the zoning violations involved in maintaining livestock in a  commercially-zoned district.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;The  location of the minor child will not be released, and the prospect for a quick  resolution to this case is doubtful. Asked about when the child would be  returned to his mother, a Child Protective Service spokesperson said, "The  father is middle-aged and the mother definitely underage. We are checking with  officials in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;/ST1:PLACE&gt;&lt;/ST1:CITY&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Nazareth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; to  determine what their legal relationship is.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Joseph has admitted taking  Mary from her home in &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:city st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;/ST1:PLACE&gt;&lt;/ST1:CITY&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Nazareth&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  because of a census requirement. However, because she was obviously pregnant  when they left, investigators are looking into other reasons for their  departure.  Joseph is being held without bond on charges of molestation,  kidnapping, child endangerment, and statutory rape.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Mary was taken to the  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:place st="on"&gt;&lt;st1:placename st="on"&gt;&lt;/ST1:PLACENAME&gt;&lt;/ST1:PLACE&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Bethlehem  General&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;st1:placetype st="on"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;Hospital&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/ST1:PLACETYPE&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;  where she is being examined by doctors. Charges may also be filed against her  for endangerment. She will also undergo psychiatric evaluation because of  her claim that she is a virgin and that the child is from God.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;The  director of the psychiatric wing said, "I don't profess to have the right to  tell people what to believe, but when their beliefs adversely affect the safety  and well-being of others - in this case her child - we must consider her a  danger to others. The unidentified drugs at the scene didn't help her case, but  I'm confidant that with the proper therapy regimen we can get her back on her  feet."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt; &lt;div&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: 16px; font-family: Times New Roman;"&gt;A  spokesperson for the governor's office said, "Who knows what was going through  their heads? But regardless, their treatment of the child was inexcusable, and  the involvement of these others frightening. There is much we don't know about  this case, but for the sake of the child and the public, you can be assured that  we will pursue this matter to the end."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-113537353372894358?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/113537353372894358/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=113537353372894358' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113537353372894358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113537353372894358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2005/12/fun-holiday-world-news_23.html' title='Fun &quot;Holiday&quot; World News'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-113537296945534216</id><published>2005-12-23T16:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-23T16:22:49.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its Over</title><content type='html'>Well I made it through my last work day this year and DAMN DOES IT FEEL GOOD.  I don't have to wake my ass up at 4:45 every morning, I don't have to be bored by looking at stupid diamonds all day.... nothing... fin... peace yo....see ya later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The tragic part is I must return to work on the 3rd...oh well at least I got plenty of time to enjoy until then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you're wondering.... no I don't feel bad for anyone that has to work these next ten days while I am off, screw that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-113537296945534216?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/113537296945534216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=113537296945534216' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113537296945534216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113537296945534216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-over.html' title='Its Over'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-113443645573526882</id><published>2005-12-12T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-12T20:33:18.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Limping To The Finish Line</title><content type='html'>This month is dragging along like its nobodys business. All I have to do is make it through the next two weeks and I am golden but its taking FOREVER to get there. Lets face it I am so anxious to get this God forsaken year over with that I can taste it. Over the last year I have dealt with so much shit and I would like to take this opportunity to give a big FUCK YOU out to 2005.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the next few weeks I am &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;hopeing &lt;/span&gt;to close on the sale of my house and because of that a chain of events will occurr that will finally untie the knot that has been wrenching at my gut for the last 10 months. I also will be able to pick up my car (WOO HOO) which although is not the cure for all my grievances but its a step in the right direction because my current car is beginning to show every bit of its 12 years of age.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another good thing is that my office shuts down for the holidays (mercifully) which means that I work untill December 23rd and then I am off with pay untill January 3rd..... FUCKIN A.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All of these things are awesome (like me) and I look very foward to all of this stuff but I am really wearing down. The days are seeming agonizingly longer and are becoming increasingly intolerable. I know that I am almost there and I just gotta make it through 9 more work days (maybe 8 if I close on the house soon) but I feel like I have just tripped on my final sprint to the finish line and now I am too tired to get up so I am gonna crawl across the finish line if I have to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BTW I am sooooo not gonna miss work when I am gone for the week... as a matter of fact for those days off I will completely disregard the existance of diamonds.... oh well&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-113443645573526882?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/113443645573526882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=113443645573526882' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113443645573526882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113443645573526882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2005/12/limping-to-finish-line.html' title='Limping To The Finish Line'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-113434697781146127</id><published>2005-12-11T18:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T19:29:32.130-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bullet In A Bible</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/gd1.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/200/gd1.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Recently I picked up the latest release from &lt;a href="http://www.greenday.net/"&gt;Green Day&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Bullet in a Bible&lt;/span&gt;. It is a cd/dvd set that chronicles their recent American Idiot world tour. For those of you who have not seen Green Day in concert I have no idea how to describe their unbelievable stage presence. This set is a pretty good idea of what a GD show is like but unless you see it for yourself you can never truly feel the head bursting adrenaline. Personally over the last 12 years I have seen GD 9 times in concert and truth be told, I would see them 9 more times... believe me when I say it, they're that good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last October I went to see the American Idiot tour with a bunch of skeptical buddies of mine and by the time the show was over everyone had agreed that I was right when I said that Green Day is simply one of the most amazing live bands you could ever see. I will admit that I was nervous about everyone having a great time but about 20 seconds after Green Day hit the stage my worries were over and all of us were treated to a kick ass show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/gd2.1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/200/gd2.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have seen Green Day tour for every single one of their albums and this by far was the best and most ambitious tour that they have ever done... if you missed it this cd/dvd set is the last chance to catch it. If you like rock music the way it should be, live and loud.... check this out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-113434697781146127?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/113434697781146127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=113434697781146127' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113434697781146127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113434697781146127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2005/12/bullet-in-bible.html' title='Bullet In A Bible'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-113433668668287418</id><published>2005-12-11T16:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-11T16:31:26.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Red Sox Chatterbox</title><content type='html'>I promise to put down my 360 and blog more (eventually).  Truth is I have been in kind of a rut and I really did not have too much to write about so I kept relatively "blog lite" if you will.  I think FINALLY a few good (and BIG) things are going to happen so you may be in luck because I will have a buttload of material to write about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just know these few things.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Keep hating the Yankees (go SOX)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Yankess suck &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;WICKED &lt;/span&gt;hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the SOX are out of it, cheer for the METS (pleeeease)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I WILL blog more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will see you next month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peace out yo!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-113433668668287418?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/113433668668287418/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=113433668668287418' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113433668668287418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113433668668287418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2005/12/dear-red-sox-chatterbox.html' title='Dear Red Sox Chatterbox'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-113410939417355758</id><published>2005-12-08T01:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-09T01:35:38.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash The Happy</title><content type='html'>Microsoft rocks, today I came home from work and I had a package waiting for me.... a brand new XBOX 360. I'm assuming that they could not repair my defective one so they went ahead and did a kick ass job of sending me a totally new (upgraded) one. The coolest thing is that when I sent it out for repair I took my Hard Drive off and saved it because I did not want them to lose it but when I opened my package today there was ANOTHER hard drive attached to it... COOLNESS. Now because of their mistake Christmas is going to come a bit early for my homie &lt;a href="http://fuggo.blogspot.com/"&gt;KOW&lt;/a&gt;.  We got you a hard drive, now all we gotta do is find you a core system bro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so now you know my 360 is back so I can't talk...... gotta go play now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LATER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/7/7_1_112.gif" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-113410939417355758?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/113410939417355758/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=113410939417355758' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113410939417355758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113410939417355758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2005/12/crash-happy.html' title='Crash The Happy'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-113392777303410160</id><published>2005-12-06T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T22:57:11.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash The Angry  (One More Thing)</title><content type='html'>I am sick and freakin tired of these assholes here that do not know how to drive. This morning there was barely a dusting of snow on the ground and I still got held up getting to work today. To put it plainly, if one single snowflake falls from the sky all of a sudden everybody drives like a bunch of fucking idiots.... 2 m.p.h. still swerving all over the road and taking up 2 lanes. I mean really people, WHAT THE FUCK, its a little snow get over it stop acting all dramatic and drive like you got a set.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of these losers and the way they drive I was late for work. The bus showed of 25 minutes late (stuck in traffic at 5:30 A.M.) then the ride was slow and tortureous because everyone on the road was afraid to move. All I can say for that is WOW, an hour bus ride took me about 2 hours and that folks did not make your Captain a very happy camper this morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;img src="http://smileys.smileycentral.com/cat/4/4_2_205.gif" /&gt; So please people, if you are afraid to drive in bad weather.... STAY HOME, or at least get out of my way and don't hold me up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-113392777303410160?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/113392777303410160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=113392777303410160' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113392777303410160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113392777303410160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2005/12/crash-angry-one-more-thing.html' title='Crash The Angry  (One More Thing)'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-113392644075785622</id><published>2005-12-06T22:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-06T22:38:44.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash The Bored</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/ddrv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/200/ddrv.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Since I am looking for alternative things to do while I patiently await the return of the 360 I have taken to the active side of gaming. While I was shopping today at the &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Nintendo World&lt;/span&gt; store in Manhattan I came across an addictively fun "game",  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Dance Dance Revolution Mario Mix.  &lt;/span&gt;I literally spent my entire lunch break making a fool of myself jumping all over the dance pad trying to play this game but I gotta say it was worth it so I had to pick it up... now at least I can make an ass of myself in the&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/ddr4.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/200/ddr4.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; privacy of my own home. I can also get some kinda game on and still get a bit of exercise while I am at it. Plus I will need all the distractions I can get, since I quit smoking I need to find healthier things to do with my time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-113392644075785622?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/113392644075785622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=113392644075785622' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113392644075785622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113392644075785622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2005/12/crash-bored.html' title='Crash The Bored'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-113383692770610850</id><published>2005-12-05T21:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T23:38:37.193-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life Without The XBOX 360</title><content type='html'>Now that my 360 is busted I have had all kinds of free time to learn new stuff and here are only a few of the things that I have recently discovered:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a thing called a "sun" that rises and provides daylight for a handful of hours each day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you pay people that drive a bus they will take you to a place called "work".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you go to that place called "work" and spend time there they will actually pay you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers is no longer televising new episodes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Strippers now preferred to be called "erotic entertainers".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is no longer fashionable to use the word "mint".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Female stewardesses are now called "Flight Attendants" and male Stewards are still called "Stewardesses"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don Johnson is no longer cool. (nor is Miami Vice for that matter)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Beatles have broken up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payphones cost more than 10 cents.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Payphones are merely street decorations because they no loner work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well those are only a few of the observations and I also got bored enough to take a few pictures... the first one is of my computers desktop and the second one is of me surfing the WORLDS GREATEST WEBSITE EVER.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/100_0264.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/100_0264.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/100_0274.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/100_0274.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-113383692770610850?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/113383692770610850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=113383692770610850' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113383692770610850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113383692770610850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2005/12/life-without-xbox-360.html' title='Life Without The XBOX 360'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-113374324300717904</id><published>2005-12-04T18:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T19:44:01.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Crash The Warrior</title><content type='html'>Recently I ran into an old buddy of mine who was on my old roller hockey team (The Cannibals) years ago and we got to telling stories of old hockey glory and here is mine:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My team was in the playoffs and we were playing our hated rivals, The Sharks... these guys were real dirty and all around a big bunch of scumbags. We are about 5 minutes into the game when I was trying to clear a loose puck from the front of my teams net. As I was doing this a player from the other team placed his stick around my throat and dragged me to the ground (like I said ... dirty). During this incident my helmet popped off and as I went crashing at full speed to the ground luckily my head broke the fall. Because of this I was forced to sit out the game for a bit while my head cleared up and the dizziness stopped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I sat on the bench I watched these fuckbags systematically take cheapshots at my team and I was really beginning to get pissed off. On one play a really good friend of mine took a shot in front of the other teams net and got hit from behind. While he was on the ground he was jumped on by the other teams defenseman and goalie and they were pounding on him and he then began bleeding all over the place. The refs on the rink held my other teammates back and for some ungodly reason allowed these two assholes to beat the hell out of my friend. I got so angry I jumped back onto the rink and rushed to my friends aid.... now there are four of us slugging it out on the floor and at that point both benches cleared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The four of us were thrown out of the game and were asked to leave the area. When we got to our cars we saw those jerkoffs again and decided that this was not over. The four of us again resumed fighting and if it had not been for the cops sending us home we would probably still be fighting to this day (eight years later).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I don't know why I'm actually writing about this or what my point is but it really was&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/mccarty_vs_lemieux.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/320/mccarty_vs_lemieux.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; something that happened to me and and when I ran into my buddy I had just got to thinking about things. My past, my friends old and new and the values of a friendship all crossed my mind as we were talking about this particular game. Now normally I don't condone fighting but in this case I felt it was justified and I could not sit by while my friend was getting seriuosly hurt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-113374324300717904?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/113374324300717904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=113374324300717904' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113374324300717904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113374324300717904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2005/12/crash-warrior.html' title='Crash The Warrior'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-113359974381426928</id><published>2005-12-03T03:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-03T03:52:05.470-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Call It A Comeback</title><content type='html'>Its been a while but I am back. Thats right bitches I am here and I am ready to rock. Well the truth is for the last week I have been glued to my XBOX 360 but now I am ready to join society again. I do have a confession: my 360 is a bit busted up so I sent it back to Microsoft for repair, otherwise I would still be playing with it and ditching you suckas just a bit longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is boring as hell so I don't really have much to say about it but I do wanna say something to a few punk asses I work with. About a week ago a few co-workers told me that my blog was boring, tired and downright dull. Now I promised to answer you guys back here and I will..... BITE ME. I have a nice enough following so deal with my ramblings or seek amusement elsewhere. Is'nt the fact that I talk to you gift enough? I will grant you mofo's one thing, I will stop writing about my weekly pool updates... that might be a bit useless but everything else I write about is dope so like I told you guys before "kiss my ass because nothing else will get changed". I don't want to be misunderstood, what I am saying now is playful and nothing I have not said to these guys in person..... but still..... I kick ass and you guys suck, bow down before King Crash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few new changes in life might be coming my way and as they develop I will keep you all up to speed. For now I can just say to look for the arrival of big red to my own little world.... its on its way and its bringing about 235 friends with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Smell Ya Later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Capt Crash 31 Out&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-113359974381426928?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/113359974381426928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=113359974381426928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113359974381426928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113359974381426928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2005/12/dont-call-it-comeback.html' title='Don&apos;t Call It A Comeback'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-113284090571876871</id><published>2005-11-24T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T09:03:07.970-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving</title><content type='html'>I wanted to wish you all a Happy Thanksgiving.  See you all soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/bbthanks.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/400/bbthanks.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-113284090571876871?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/113284090571876871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=113284090571876871' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113284090571876871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113284090571876871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2005/11/happy-thanksgiving.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-113272517120110917</id><published>2005-11-22T00:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:52:51.203-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One More Thing</title><content type='html'>I have not had much to say in the last two days because besides my niece being born I picked up my XBOX 360 (AND DAMN DOES IT RULE) so between my niece and the 360 my time has totally been consumed and may be for a bit of time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-113272517120110917?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/113272517120110917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=113272517120110917' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113272517120110917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113272517120110917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2005/11/one-more-thing.html' title='One More Thing'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-113272487763352173</id><published>2005-11-22T00:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-23T00:47:57.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Its a Girl !!!!!</title><content type='html'>My niece was born yesterday..... YEAHHHH.  Cute kid too (takes after me) and as much as I would like to give details on her I am not sure if my family would prefer the comfort of anonimity so I will just say that she is healthy, adorable and all around she kicks ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-113272487763352173?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/113272487763352173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=113272487763352173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113272487763352173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113272487763352173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2005/11/its-girl.html' title='Its a Girl !!!!!'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-113262560824889620</id><published>2005-11-21T21:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-21T21:17:53.823-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Did You Know</title><content type='html'>Some facts about Chuch Norris that we all should have known already:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I didn't come up with this stuff, it got passed along to me from &lt;a href="http://www.rottentomatoes.com/"&gt;Rotten Tomatoes&lt;/a&gt; in their forum. Though I am as cool and hilarious as you all say and will take full responsibility for spreading this little known fact sheet about our beloved ranger.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. If you ask Chuck Norris what time it is, he always says, "Two&lt;br /&gt;seconds till." After you ask, "Two seconds to what?" he roundhouse&lt;br /&gt;kicks  you in the face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Macgyver can build an airplane out of gum and paper  clips, but Chuck&lt;br /&gt;Norris can kill him and take it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Chuck Norris  once roundhouse kicked someone so hard that his foot&lt;br /&gt;broke the speed of  light, went back in time, and killed Amelia Earhart&lt;br /&gt;while she was flying  over the Pacific Ocean.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Chuck Norris doesn't read books. He stares  them down until he gets&lt;br /&gt;the information he wants.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Filming on  location for Walker: Texas Ranger, Chuck Norris brought a&lt;br /&gt;stillborn baby  lamb back to life by giving it a prolonged beard rub.&lt;br /&gt;Shortly after the farm  animal sprang back to life and a crowd had&lt;br /&gt;gathered, Chuck Norris roundhouse  kicked the animal, breaking its neck,&lt;br /&gt;to remind the crew once more that the  good Chuck giveth, and the good&lt;br /&gt;Chuck, he taketh away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Chuck  Norris lost his virginity before his dad did.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. There are no disabled  people in the world. Only those people who&lt;br /&gt;have felt the wrath of Chuck  Norris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Since 1940, the year Chuck Norris was born, roundhouse kick  related&lt;br /&gt;deaths have increased 13,000 percent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. Chuck Norris is  currently suing NBC, claiming Law and Order are&lt;br /&gt;trademarked names for his  left and right legs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Chuck Norris does not have AIDS but he gives it  to people anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Chuck Norris has recently changed his middle name  to "Fucking."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. When Chuck Norris sends in his taxes, he sends blank  forms and&lt;br /&gt;includes only a picture of himself, crouched and ready to attack.  Chuck&lt;br /&gt;Norris has not had to pay taxes ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. There is no chin  behind Chuck Norris' beard. There is only another&lt;br /&gt;fist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. There are  two kinds of people in this world: people who suck, and&lt;br /&gt;Chuck  Norris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. In the movie "Back to the Future" they used Chuck Norris'  Delorean&lt;br /&gt;to go back into time and into the future. When they gave it back to  him&lt;br /&gt;with a scratch on it he was angry and roundhouse kicked Michael J. Fox,&lt;br /&gt;which years later was the cause of his Parkinson's disease.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. Chuck  Norris spends his Saturdays climbing mountains and meditating&lt;br /&gt;in peaceful  solitude. Sundays are for oral sex, KFC and Tequila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Chuck  Norris can enter up, up, down, down, left, right, left,&lt;br /&gt;right, B, A, Select,  Start using only his erection.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Crop circles are Chuck Norris's way of  telling the world that&lt;br /&gt;sometimes corn needs to lie the fuck down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19.  There is no theory of evolution, just a list of creatures Chuck&lt;br /&gt;Norris  allows to live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. When Chuck Norris goes to donate blood, he declines  the syringe,&lt;br /&gt;and instead requests a hand gun and a bucket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Chuck  Norris once walked down the street with a massive erection.&lt;br /&gt;There were no  survivors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. In an average living room there are 1,242 objects Chuck  Norris&lt;br /&gt;could use to kill you, including the room itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. Chuck  Norris has two speeds: walk and kill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Chuck Norris is the only man to  ever defeat a brick wall in a game&lt;br /&gt;of tennis.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. When Chuck Norris  was born, the nurse said, "Holy crap! That's&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris!" Then she had had  sex with him. At that point, she was&lt;br /&gt;the third girl he had slept  with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Chuck Norris can set ants on fire with a magnifying glass. At  night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. It takes Chuck Norris 20 minutes to watch 60  Minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Chuck Norris is not lactose intolerant, he just refuses to  put up&lt;br /&gt;with lactose's shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Chuck Norris can divide by  zero.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. When Chuck Norris does a pushup, he isn't lifting himself up,  he's&lt;br /&gt;pushing the Earth down.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;THIS POST WAS SPONSORED BY AK-47&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-113262560824889620?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/113262560824889620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=113262560824889620' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113262560824889620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113262560824889620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2005/11/did-you-know.html' title='Did You Know'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-15617876.post-113254523178070156</id><published>2005-11-20T22:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T23:29:51.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zero Hour Approaching</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/aaaaa.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/200/aaaaa.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;We have one day left before the XBOX 360 is released and the anticipation is high (for me anyway). The release will mark the beginning of the end for our current generation of game consoles and sadly enough the end of the wonderful original XBOX. Due to its hefty pricetag and high demand many gamers that are interested might not get the 360 on Tuesday so for some XBOX fans the original system will linger on a with lame duck status for just a bit longer before owners make the inevitable switch. I am totally psyched &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/1600/pdz.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/3966/1451/200/pdz.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;about it and have taken steps to prepare for the 360's release by reserving it early and trading in a ton of my old games to put towards my 360 fund. I have also agonized over the lean list of launch titles and came to the conclusion that the first game I will buy with the console is &lt;a href="http://www.xbox.com/en-US/games/p/perfectdarkzero/default.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Perfect Dark Zero&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt; which looks pretty damn cool and has the potential to be big fun online. Who am I kidding, I am a sucker for FPS online fragfests so getting the game was a no brainer for me. I also know that I will be getting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Call of Duty 2 &lt;/span&gt;and &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Kameo: Elements of Power&lt;/span&gt; in the first week (a little birdie told me that they already bought them for me) so that makes at least 3 games that I will be digging on this week and depending on how much store credit I have leftover after accessories, I may consider getting &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Quake 4 &lt;/span&gt;or &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Tony Hawk: American Wasteland&lt;/span&gt; to make it an even 4 titles at release for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In non-game related news tomorrow (Monday) my sister-in-law is due to give birth, making me an uncle for the fourth time and that above all KICKS ASS. It will be a girl and that will make it 2 nieces and two nephews for me..... I totally can't wait.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/15617876-113254523178070156?l=captcrash31.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/feeds/113254523178070156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=15617876&amp;postID=113254523178070156' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113254523178070156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/15617876/posts/default/113254523178070156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://captcrash31.blogspot.com/2005/11/zero-hour-approaching.html' title='Zero Hour Approaching'/><author><name>Antek</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09397688332376688416</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry></feed>
