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    <title>Had to do an update before a whole year passed</title>
    <published>2007-07-08T04:29:40Z</published>
    <updated>2007-07-08T04:29:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Where to start? In the (almost) year since I updated I have been through some shit. Shit that I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember if I let this be known on here, and I don't want to read the few entries that I have made to find out, but at the time of the last post my wife and I were expecting twins. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things went well with the whole deal until December 7th. We went in for a routine test because she was so close to her due date. We had been in for the same test two days before and everything was fine. We went into the hospital and in a weird twist of fate we were put in the same room that my first daughter was delivered in. The nurse came in and tried to attach the monitors to find the babies heartbeats. She was having trouble finding the heartbeat of baby b. She then decided to call the doctor in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor tried for about a half hour to see what was going on. During this half hour I kept hoping that nothing was wrong. I can still remember this very clearly, he looked up at us and said "There's no easy way for me to say this, but baby b has died." Even thinking about that moment right now still hurts me deeply. They scheduled an emergency C section to save baby a. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day is kind of a blur. I just went through it in a daze. They did the C section and baby a was doing fine. She weighed 5 pounds and 3 ounces, which was normal for a baby born five weeks early. Baby b had gotten the cord wrapped around her neck twice. They were identical twins. I can't put into words the way I felt. I got to hold both of them. I know some of you reading this will think that is a little weird, and that's fine, but it was something I HAD to do. Walking into that room and seeing a perfect baby and knowing that she was gone is something I hope no one reading this has to go through. We named baby a Hailey Jade (I didn't know Eminem has a daughter named the same until after) and baby b is named Harley Quinn (I did know Kevin Smith named his daughter that, yeah I stole it).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then had to go about the task of getting stuff ready to bring Hailey home and plan a funeral for Harley. That day was a very tough day. I didn't want to let her go. I still can't wrap my head around it all. Hailey is now seven months old and doing great. Her big sister Zoe is 2 and she is doing great and loves her little sister Hay Hay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The things that helped me make it through this situation were my family and my friends from the chat, you know who you are. I can never express how much you all helped me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I'm going to write about that subject. I am getting too depressed. Thanks for reading. I don't know how long this will be up, maybe forever, I might decide to take it down.</content>
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    <title>evilweevil2029 @ 2006-08-03T18:03:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-03T22:03:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-03T22:03:38Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We went to the local mall today because it was so freaking hot out and we thought we could let Zoe play in the little play area. All this did was reaffirm my stand that I hate people in general and that common courtesy and basic manners are things that are long dead in society today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When we get there it's the usual assortment of grandmas and babysitters wasting time and not keeping a very good eye on their kids. I swear to god it was like lord of the flies. One kid was running around screaming and pushing the other kids off of the play items like he owned the place. I decided that we should walk around and let these people leave before we let Zoe play, because I really didn't want to get in trouble for smacking someone elses kid. If we would have had my 4 year old niece with us, there would have been no problem because she is very protective of Zoe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we walk around and come back by and the place is empty. We get Zoe out of the stroller and let her play. Keep in mind that my wife is with Zoe keeping her company and making sure she doesn't get hurt. My wife had put her purse and Zoe's shoes on the bench that is on the inside of this play area. This woman comes in with her kid and tells her to go play. The woman then sits down ON the shoes and leans up against the purse. I walk over and tell my wife what is going on. THe woman is now talking on her cell phone NOT watching her kid. She gets an attitude with my wife saying that she didn't see the purse. The woman acted like my wife asked her for a kidney or something. I want to go say something to the woman but my wife stops me. Which is probably a good thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get tired of all the bullshit and go sit down away from the play area. Five minutes later my wife and daughter come over and my wife says she is ready to leave. I ask why. She said some guy came in with his daughter and the kid was picking on Zoe and just acting like a brat. I asked if she said something to the guy and she said she did but he just shrugged his shoulders. So we load up the stroller and walk by the play area, my wife is walking in front of me and I am pushing the stroller. We walk past the guy and he looks up and gives my wife a dirty look. I see it and stop and ask him "What the fuck are you looking at?" He starts to get up like he wants to do something and I just stare him down. He sits back down and I say, "That's what I thought." We seen him later walking around and he would't even look me in the eye. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, I am usually not a rude person. In general I am a nice guy. Last night at the local gamestore I returned a Gameboy Advance game I found in the parking lot AND gave another kid back his money that he had lost. I could have kept both and no one would have known. But like I said, I am generally a nice guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But that's not saying I can't be the guy you don't want to know. Because there are two things you can do to bring THAT GUY out in me. Mess with my wife or mess with my daughter. You can shoot me all the dirty looks you want, I don't give a fuck. You do that to wife or daughter, it puts me in a rage. My wife is the nicest person I have ever met, she never says anything bad about anyone and my daughter is just an innocent 18 month old. Mess with them and you will feel my wrath. But anyway, the day sucked and was way too hot.</content>
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    <title>2 in 2</title>
    <published>2006-06-29T03:04:28Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-29T03:04:28Z</updated>
    <content type="html">In honor of all those taking part in the 30 in 30. I am doing the lazy version and doing 2 in 2. Well, to be honest laziness is a big part of it, but another part is that I'm just not good at getting the thoughts from my head to the screen. I should probably take a creative writing class or something to try and fix that problem, but I think I've had enough schooling for a while. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I salute all these 30 in 30 people for coming up with creative ways to update that many times. As you can see from this journal I can't even keep it going for very long. Part of it is not knowing who the hell is reading this besides the people I talk to pretty much every day. I tried the game of the day thing and while I liked doing it I got pressed for time and had to make the entries shorter than I wanted. Maybe I could do a game of the week thing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, keep on doing the 30 in 30 and maybe I will update more than a few times a year.</content>
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    <title>Rant</title>
    <published>2006-06-28T00:55:39Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-28T00:55:39Z</updated>
    <lj:music>All in my head man</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Where to start? There are a few things I noticed today that really get on my nerves. I will list them and bitch about them and it probably won't be funny. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The ATM Time Waster - You, yes you. The dumb fuck that wants to do a deposit at an ATM when the fucking bank is OPEN. You make me want to get out of my car and beat you with a tire iron. Why do people do this? I blame bad parenting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Back Parker - This is the dumb shit that has to back into a parking space. If you are one of these people let me tell you something, you aren't as good parking in reverse as you think you are. Nine times out of ten the person doing this is driving the biggest vehicle imaginable. You are not a truck driver, there is no reason to back up to things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Left Turning Bitches - These are the people that want to turn left at the busiest time of the day and WILL NOT even move up into the intersection so the people behind them can go around. Then they won't go when they have a chance, they have to wait untill there are no other cars coming before they make that crucial left turn. Hey jackass, I think there is a car two blocks down, better wait through another light just to be safe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just quit driving............</content>
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    <title>Well, at least it wasn't a year between entries</title>
    <published>2006-06-05T02:44:03Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-05T02:44:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hi, it's been a while and for the few people who might look at this I'll try not to make it suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what has been going on with me? Being a dad, school and that's about it. My daughter is now 15 months old and very, very active. She keeps us all on our toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get to go through the graduation thing in less than a week. Even though I have to return in the fall to pick up some required classes. I don't know what I will do after I actually graduate.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We found out recently that my wife is pregnant for twins. Yeah, twins. When they are born Zoe will be 2 years old. People keep telling me I'll have my hands full when the twins are born. I look at them and say that I have my hands full now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it unless someone wants me to go on and on about what videogames I have played lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evilweevil2029:6131</id>
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    <title>"You promised you'd take me there again someday........."</title>
    <published>2005-08-31T23:57:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-31T23:59:52Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Pantera - I'm Broken</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The game for today Silent Hill 2 as suggested by &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_rote' lj:user='rote' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://rote.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://rote.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;rote&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Silent Hill games have always went for the psychological scares instead of the "Holy shit that monster just jumped through a window at me" scares. The second game in the series has no returning characters from the first game. THe only connection is the town of Silent Hill. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You play the role of James Sunderland, who gets a letter from his recently deceased wife telling him to meet her in Silent Hill. And that is were the game starts you out. I really can't say much more about the story without spoiling it for those who haven't played it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The town itself is very creepy and virtually devoid of life. You'll run into the occasional person, but these people have their own demons to deal with and you will end up seeing why they were drawn to Silent Hill and what happens to them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the end of the game you will face some weird monsters and come to a shocking conclusion. So, go play it, have some fun and when it's over you'll be drained mentally. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for reading this short entry.</content>
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    <title>evilweevil2029 @ 2005-08-29T19:03:00</title>
    <published>2005-08-29T23:21:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-29T23:22:15Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Slayer - Dead Skin Mask</lj:music>
    <content type="html">TGOTD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No game of the day yesterday because I went to the Easton Town Center in Columbus. Spent most of the time there in Gameworks. That was kind of cool, but not like I thought it would be. Mostly racing and gun games. &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, on to the game of the day. Dave Mirra Freestyle BMX 2 for various consoles. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BMX 2 builds on the concepts of the first game and improves on everything, namely the graphics and the framerate. Developed by Z-axis the game is an extreme sports game that features bikes. Go around, complete goals, unlock stuff and repeat till the game is over. Sounds kind of boring. The hooks in the gameplay are the cool trick modifiers, some of the goals seem impossible and the ragdoll effects on the rider when you crash. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The levels are huge and have many different settings. Everything looks good and there really aren't any problems with this part of the game. Some of the problems come from hit detection and weird shit happening when going up a jump. Nothing huge, just little shit that will piss you off when it messes you up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The best part about the game are the trick modifiers. See, in the Tony Hawk games you had a set list of tricks you could do, in this game you can do the main trick and then modify it to create a whole new trick. Take the Superman seat grab, hit the modifier button and make it a bar spin Superman seat grab. You get the idea. At first it seems a little weird, but once you get the hang of it, it opens up some insane tricks. Hello no hand double backflip bus driver. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The soundtrack is ok, nothing really horrible on it. But once you hear the same songs over and over it gets old. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, BMX 2 can be picked up for dirt cheap on all three current gen systems. So give it a try, you might get some fun out of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Z-axis went on to make the equally cool Agressive Inline and the terrible BMXXX for Acclaim before being sold to Activision. I have no idea if they have made anything under the Z-axis name since then.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for the shortness of TGOTD, but I feel like crap. Thanks for reading.</content>
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    <title>The game of the day</title>
    <published>2005-08-27T19:16:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-27T19:16:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Hideki Naganuma - Oldies But Goodies</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Today I'll talk about Jet Set Radio Future for the Xbox. The original Jet Set Radio (Jet Grind Radio here) was released on the Dreamcast. It was a graffiti game that had the player controlling chracters on souped up roller blades. The levels were time based and the painting portion of the game had complex controller motions to do the painting right. It was basically an arcade game made for home consoles. &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Dreamcast died and SEGA went third party, everyone thought they'd bring all their huge franchises and update some of their older games for the new consoles. Jet Set Radio didn't really seem like it would live past the original game. Imagine my surprise when SEGA announced they were making a new one for the Xbox. I decided to hold of buying an Xbox till the game was released. So the day Jet Set Future dropped, I bought an Xbox. I also bought a couple crappy games along with Jet Set and the Xbox, but that's for another day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, you might be thinking this game is like the Tony Hawk games or all the other "Extreme" games that have been released, you would be wrong in thinking that. The way I described it to someone was that the game is a 3D platformer that has characters wearing roller blades. Yeah, you can kind of do tricks, but it doesn't feature too much in the gameplay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bulk of the game has you taking your character through different parts of the city and tagging things with graffiti. The painting in this game has been streamlined. Just skate by and if you have enough paint cans collected, you'll get the job done. The hard part is figuring out how to get to some of the places to tag. It usually takes some creative skating and grinding to get to where you need to be. No time limit this time out, so as long as you have health, you can keep going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hidden around the levels are graffiti souls, which unlocks new artwork for your painting pleasure. Some of these are out in the open where you can collect them. Also hidden in the levels are tapes that have a list of optional goals to do. When you complete these more graffiti souls appear in the level. These goals range from getting a high score by doing tricks while you grind and hitting the roofs of certain structures without touching the ground. Like I said, these are totally optional, so no need to do them if you don't want to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The graphics are the famous or infamous "CELL SHADING". But, it looks really good with this game and doesn't distract from anything. The graphics run smoothly most of the time, there are a few spots in the game where it slows down. The character designs are nice and fit in with the game setting. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sound is good enough for what it does. All the usual grinding, jumping, painting and collecting sound effects are here. The thing that I loved about the game was the soundtrack. It was and still is one of the best game soundtracks to me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alot of people hate this game because it didn't go the Tony Hawk route and become a clone of that series. Lets all complain if someone releases a different type of game. It's too bad the game didn't sell well, even when it was a pack in with the system itself, cause we'll probably never see another entry in the series. So, if you want a fresh take on the 3D platformer game, give this one a try, even if you hate the Xbox. Just play it through to the Skyscraper stage to see some really wicked level design and gameplay. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, there you have the ONE game I bought my Xbox for. Even if it was the only game I ever bought and played on my Xbox, it would be totally worth it. Fresh gameplay, a fun soundtrack and an ok story about fighting the system adds up to one of my favorite Xbox games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow I'll go off on one of the game I cannot stand. Depends on what kind of mood I'm in I guess. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my take on Jet Set Radio Future for the Xbox, and that is my game of the day for August 26th, 2005. Thanks for reading.</content>
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    <title>Something different</title>
    <published>2005-08-26T18:55:26Z</published>
    <updated>2005-08-26T18:55:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Millencolin: The Mayfly</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I've decided to not bore everyone with tales of my life, instead I intend to bore everyone with videogames. I'll just make posts about different games. I figure if I just do the ones I own I have enough material to last for a few years. So here we go. The game for today is......&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;San Francisco Rush:2049 For the SEGA Dreamcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in the day I went to an arcade that had a new racing game with a cool neon green cabinet. The game was San Francisco Rush. It featured fast arcade style gameplay with a really neat force feedback wheel. The race tracks were filled with really cool shortcuts that usually involved flying over buildings. I spent at least 15 dollars playing the game that day. When the home version came out for the N64 I had to have it. Same with the sequel. I loved those games. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the Dreamcast version of Rush 2049 was announced I went out and preordered it that weekend and couldn't wait till it came out. Now people that know me from #turnip know how much I love good arcade racing games. They listened to me rant and rave about Burnout 3 last year before it came out. But Rush 2049 will always be my favorite racing game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The game is set, as the name implies, in 2049. So everything is neon lights and weird looking buildings. The game plays the same as the previous versions with one little wrinkle added. Your car now has wings that shoot out from the side that you can use to glide a little further or to right yourself in the air. For something different to do besides race there is also stunt and battle modes. Stunt mode gives you points for pulling off insane things in the air and landing without blowing the car up. It sounds simeple enough, but sometimes the cars seem like they land on their tops way too much. Battle mode plays like a simple verion of Twisted Metal. Pick up weapons, destroy the other players. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The racing part of the game features the wild short cuts that the Rush games were known for. Massive air time and risky jumps are there if you want to risk it. The game also has a long list of unlockables, from cars, to parts, to race tracks, battle arenas and stunt tracks. Unlocking these can be as simple as just driving a set amount of miles or as hard as collecting the coins hidden around the tracks. And there lies the hook, getting those damn coins. Some of them seem damn near impossible to get. Only through trial and error will you be able to get some of them. I once had a save with every coin on every track collected, but my vmu crapped out and erased it all. It probably took me over 200 hours to get them all. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The split screen two player mode is very fun. I spent hours playing this game with friends trying to beat each other in the stunt mode. The battle mode was fun for a change of pace too. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I still play Rush 2049 to this day. It will forever be one of my favorite games. So if you have a Dreamcast, find this game and give it a try. If not wait till Midway Arcade Treasures comes out and play it there. I don't know if it's a stright port of the Arcade version or the Dreamcast Version. Either way it's worth checking out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is my game of the day for August 26th 2005. Thanks for reading.</content>
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    <title>Hi, remember me?</title>
    <published>2005-05-11T01:30:42Z</published>
    <updated>2005-05-11T01:30:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Yeah, it's been a long ass time. Anyway, here's an entry for you to read and enjoy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It was the middle of June in 1997 and I went to Kings Island with a large group of friends. Towards the end of the day a group of four of us decided to go get one last ride on the Beast. The Beast is one of the world’s largest and longest wooden roller coasters. It is considered in the terminology of roller coaster enthusiasts an out and back coaster, which means it goes out on a long circuit and comes back to the station. There are a few special things about the Beast that make it a very memorable ride. It has two lift hills, one at the very start of the ride and one right in the middle. The other memorable thing about it is that it goes on a long circuit through some heavy foliage, and if you ride it at night it is really dark. The group of four included myself, my girlfriend Kelly, Shawn and Ginelle. A new thing the amusement park added in 1997 was television sets through the lines for the rides to keep people entertained. They use the televisions to show upcoming attractions in the park, show where various facilities are in the park and to show famous songs with the words scrolling across the bottom of the screen. Since we had walked around all day in the heat no everyone was really quiet. As we slowly moved through the line they played a few different songs but nothing that anyone liked too much. We made it up to where we could see the main station where the ride operators load and unload people from the coaster trains. Finally they played a song that everyone had heard before, Hey Jude by the Beatles. Since no one was talking and I was very bored, I decided to see if I could embarrass Ginelle by singing it to her. At first she got a little mad, but she slowly started laughing about how serious I looked while singing along. Other people around us were laughing at me as well but I didn’t mind, I just wanted to have some fun to end the day. Slowly something amazing started happening, other people around me started joining me in singing the song. By the time the song got to the “Na Na Na” part, everyone in the line was singing along. No one wanted to break the spell that had us all entranced, so the ride operators stopped loading people in the trains until the song was over. When it ended everyone cheered and clapped like we had just performed the song for a giant audience. I looked around at the faces of the people around me and everyone I saw had a huge smile on their face. As I stood there I just thought about how all these people, people of different races, different backgrounds, different lifestyles and different interests had come together as one. I thought about how we were all caught up in this rare magical moment in time where we were part of something special that will never be forgotten by anyone that was involved. All of that happened because I was bored and wanted to embarrass my friend. The memory of that night will always be one of the best in my life and I will always cherish it.</content>
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    <title>Warning contains profanity....</title>
    <published>2005-01-20T03:34:12Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-20T03:34:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I took my wife to a doctor appointment Monday, doing the once a week thing now since she's in the last month of pregnancy. &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; We walk into the waiting room and someone had switched the TV over from the usual news station to a channel playing the Andy Griffith show. Not a horrible thing right? Well the show was just ending so guess what comes on next? The fucking 700 Club. I don't need to hear that shit while I am sitting and waiting for the doctor to see us. Of course they were asking for money and saying how they want to meet their goals. When a goal was met they would hold up these cheesy fucking pieces of paper with the total on it. They went to a story about how since these people started giving 10% of their income everything has been going gangbusters. Now let me get this straight. TO get "GOD" to smile upon my miserable existence I have to give the church 10% of my income? Since when did "GOD" need a middleman? So I decide I've had enough and pull out my mp3 player and listen to some music instead. My last words of wisdom to the waiting room was, "Pat Robertson, you will never see a damned penny from me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now for my big ass (not really) review of Resident Evil 4. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So everyone has probably played a Resident Evil game right? If you haven't you have read too far. It's the survival horror game that shows us the healing benefit of herbs and the unrelenting persecution of our undead through sheer firepower and our tank like movements. It also shows us how we should build our houses and places of business. Because to get a midnight snack from the kitchen or to visit the human resource department we should have to find three different crest keys, a few weird shaped cranks and a car battery. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Resident Evil 4 does away with all the conventions of past Resident Evil titles. There aren't any zombies, no fixed camera angles and there are no "backtrack and get the right key to open this door" puzzles. They changed the whole game to something else but still kept the Resident Evil feel. So, do what you have to do to play this game. That is all.</content>
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    <title>The 152nd annual January 13th Awards.</title>
    <published>2005-01-14T03:31:35Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-14T04:00:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hi there, welcome to the 152nd annual January 13th awards. I'm your host Chip and tonight we have some very special guests. &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first award we are handing out tonight is for Best Ass. The winner is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_apoplecticfittz' lj:user='apoplecticfittz' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://apoplecticfittz.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://apoplecticfittz.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;apoplecticfittz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Lets hear what he has to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; "Oh man, I am...I am just stunned. I can't believe this, it is amazing. I mean, the competition...Jessica Alba, Former President Clinton, that shark from the 80s cartoon JabberJaw, I think his name is Jabberjaw. I just so nervous, my God...I WON! Oh man, I would like to thank Jesus, big ups, J-man! You died for my rock hard bunz, big man. I would also like to thank my wife for keep these bad boys in shape, if you know what I'm saying.  Finally, I would like to thank everyone out there who voted for me, and may my ass continue to bring you joy! I LOVE YOU ALL! *kisses*"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you Fittz. That was a great speach. In honor of your win we are donating 1000 copies of Buns of Steel to local orphanages in your name. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And now for our first special guest. Fittz you can hang out on stage for this. Interpol has agreed to play in honor of your sweet ass. Here they are. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wasn't that great? Moving on to the next award. This is for the Powerful King of Heroic Gods. And the winner is &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_rote' lj:user='rote' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://rote.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://rote.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;rote&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Come on up here, here's your award. Now give us a speech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I strove powerfully to conquer my enemies, and this victory shows that I am a POWERFUL KING OF HEROIC GODS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Short and sweet. For you work in the Heroic Gods field we also present you with this basket full of too cute kittens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, good work there. Now we have the award for Most likely to eat an Almond M&amp;M. And the winner is &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_missfittz' lj:user='missfittz' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://missfittz.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://missfittz.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;missfittz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. What do you have to say for this honor?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well...they were there. I guess I should thank the Mars Company and maybe capitalism."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet and in the back Dom is waiting to do whatever you want. We make dreams come true here at the January 13th awards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next up is the award for Most Likely to Sell Something for Half of What I Paid. And the winner is &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_otimus' lj:user='otimus' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://otimus.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://otimus.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;otimus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;. Wow total shocker. Lets hear what he has to say. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"IT'S A LEGITIMATE STRATEGY!!!!!!!!!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is. Our special gift to you is a neural implant so you can be connected to the net from anywhere. Yeah, we are that awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all the time we have tonight. I'd like to thank everyone who helped make this happen. Come back next year to see what awards get handed out.</content>
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    <title>Hi.........</title>
    <published>2005-01-12T00:31:09Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-12T00:31:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My name is Chip and sometimes I am "That Guy".&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do I mean by that? Well, let me explain. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the guy you were tailgating the other night while talking on your cell phone and drinking a pepsi? The guy that suddenly slowed down and made you have an "Oh Shit" face and drop you pepsi in your lap? I'm that guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the guy that stood there and watched your kid run through the mall, did nothing while the kid ran into him and then laughed as the kid fell to the ground and started crying? I'm that guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know the guy that told you to teach your kid some fucking manners after the kid sneezed on him and you started mouthing off trying to be a tough guy but backed down like a punk when he turned around and asked politely what you just said? I'm that guy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, my name is Chip and sometimes I can be an asshole.</content>
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    <title>The birds in the tree.</title>
    <published>2005-01-09T03:23:32Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-09T03:23:32Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Stevie Wonder - Superstition</lj:music>
    <content type="html">This is something that I will never forget and still makes me laugh whenever I think about it.&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was spending the night with my cousin Shane. He lived in this really small town so when I stayed we usually just ran around all night causing trouble. This night we decided it would be fun to play pass with the football in the dark. After getting hit in the face more times than I care to admit we got tired of the game and Shane took the ball and kicked it into this big tree in the back yard. The ball got stuck about 3/4ths of the way up the tree. So Shane decides he will climb up and get it. Keep in mind that this was about 2 am. He starts climbing and the dog starts going crazy and jumping at stuff. At first I thought it was just bats since there were a lot out at that time of year. All of a sudden the tree explodes into a mass of birds trying to get away from Shane who was halfway up the tree. I dropped to the ground and looked up and I saw way too many birds for that size of tree. Then I started laughing and couldn't stop. The football then dropped to the ground and Shane climbed down out of the tree. I said, "Dude, that was fucking scary". He says to me, "You think you were scared, think about how I felt up in the tree". I stopped and thought about it and started laughing even harder. I can only imagine how he didn't fall out of the tree with all the birds flying by. The next thing he said to me was, "I have to go inside to the bathroom to do something". I never asked because I didn't want to know.</content>
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  <entry>
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    <title>Another year down.</title>
    <published>2004-12-31T19:34:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-31T19:34:28Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Anthrax - Cadillac Rock Box</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, 2004 is almost behind us and 2005 looms before us like that Black Monolith from 2001: A Space Odyssey.&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Will 2005 be a better year for any of us? Probably not, but that won't keep us from hoping it will be. For me 2005 will be the year my daughter will be born. My life will never be the same after that event. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In personal news. My 30th birthday was four days ago. Yeah, I'm old now. I did get a Nintendo DS from my wife as a gift, so that kick ass. I didn't do anything special though. Just sat around, played some games and watched a movie. Yeah, I live life in the fast lane. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School starts back up on monday. I had hoped my winter break would have been one of rest and relaxation. That hasn't been the case. I have been so busy I can't wait to get back to class and get things back to as normal as they can get with me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, if you go celebrate tonight, be safe. That is all.</content>
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    <title>You would think I'd learn........</title>
    <published>2004-12-18T01:35:45Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-18T03:51:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's Friday night and the wife was hungry, I asked where she wanted to go get something to eat.&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; She said she wanted to get something from a place in the mall and I stupidly agreed to take her. The place was packed. Less than five minutes there I wanted to leave. So on that subject here is my christmas wishes for various people I had to put up with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the jackass that had to stand two inches from my table talking on his cell phone while we were eating, you will get a brain tumor the size of a large pumpkin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the fat lady who hit me in the back of the head with her Old Navy bag, you get to have your car slide off an icy road and get trapped in the wreckage for 2 weeks and have to survive on melting snow and your own flesh. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the guy who I saw beat his kid for no reason, you get to go to prison and get to become the prison bitch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For every other no manner having slice of humanity, you get nothing, ever, because you suck. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Holidays.</content>
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    <title>Christmas Shopping</title>
    <published>2004-12-12T02:51:40Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-12T02:51:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tried to go christmas shopping today that was an adventure.&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We hit Best Buy first. Everyone and their grandma seemed to be there. The aisles were just packed with people. I picked up a cd and an Xbox game there. Then we got the hell out of there. Went to the mall and it was even worse. Rude people everywhere. You'd think when someone bumped into a pregnant woman they would excuse themselves or something. Didn't happen. I wanted to just start punching anyone that came within three feet of me. Surprisingly the most calm place we shopped at was Toys R Us. I guess kids these days have more manners than adults. So, 4 hours 80 miles 2 stores and a mall later all we bought was a cd, a game and a pack of gum. Can you tell that I am a people person?</content>
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    <title>My day</title>
    <published>2004-12-11T07:55:08Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-13T05:49:13Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Spent the day running around town doing nothing.&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Went to the mall to get lunch and just walk around for a while. Got sick of all the mallrat kids acting like asses so we decided to leave. Got stuck behind a fossil who must have thought it was sunday cause she was driving 5 mph. All these old people have the biggest cars you can buy. Some of them can't even see over the steering wheel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played more of Prince of Persia 2. Still not digging the whole darker setting of the game. It's a decent game, but I'll wait for the price to drop before I buy it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing going on tonight. Might watch the rest of Invader Zim Vol. 1. I've been wanting to pick up Vol 2 and 3, but I can't find 2 anywhere in town. Here's a list of "What's in my.........."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS2 - GTA San Andreas&lt;br /&gt;Xbox - Prince of Persia 2&lt;br /&gt;Gamecube - Metroid Prime 2&lt;br /&gt;Saturn - Dragon Force&lt;br /&gt;Genesis - Shining Force&lt;br /&gt;SNES - Super Metroid&lt;br /&gt;GBASP - Phantasy Star Collection&lt;br /&gt;DVD player - Invader Zim Vol.1&lt;br /&gt;Me - Mountain Dew Livewire, Vicodin, pancakes and Wheatables. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.</content>
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    <title>Some people shouldn't be allowed out in public..........</title>
    <published>2004-12-11T00:35:01Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-11T00:35:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sometime during the Thanksgiving holiday someone broke into my car and stole my stereo. &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, now lets take a minute to take a look at my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v397/Evilweevil/carangle.jpg" alt="crappy car" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There it is. Now ask yourself why someone would break the window in that pile of junk. To steal my stereo? Well, it was a ten year old Audiovox cd player that had been in four different cars. It was worth ten bucks tops. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I spent the day after Thanksgiving calling local repair shops to see how much it would cost to fix the window. ALL of them quoted me two hundred and fifty dollars. The damn car isn't worth that. In the end my brother in law fixed it and all I had to pay for was the glass itself, that cost me fifty bucks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People piss me off sometimes.</content>
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    <title>Life, games and whatever else I think of.</title>
    <published>2004-12-10T04:25:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-10T04:25:22Z</updated>
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    <content type="html">Hey there LiveJournal people. I deleted my journal for a while due to plain laziness, but now it's back and as craptacular as ever. Read on. &lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is getting pretty hectic for me. I have been married for a year now. It's been a very good year though and I hope to have many more with my wonderful wife. The due date for the baby is rapidly approaching. Sad thing is we still haven't bought all the needed baby things yet. Everyone keeps telling us to wait till after the baby shower. Why anyone would put a baby in a shower is beyond me. ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;School was good and bad last quarter. The good was my digital video editing class. There were only five of us in the class and it was laid back and very fun. The bad was my Algebra class, had a lot of stuff going on and just didn't spend enough time studying. I will probably have to repeat the class. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Games. I finally have enough time to sit down and play some games now that I am on break. So here is a few thoughts on a game I am playing RIGHT NOW!!!!! Ooooooooooh can you feel the anticipation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince of Persia 2: The Warrior Within. &lt;br /&gt;Follow up to last years critically acclaimed but largely ignored game. I'll touch on the good first. The control is as good as last year and the combat is way better. Now the bad. They changed the whole feel of the game. Instead of a grand adventure we get a gritty violence filled hack fest. The voice actor for the prince is changed as well. He does a good job, but some of the lines are very cheesy. Also gone is the neat middle eastern themed music form the game last year. In it's place is a generic rock soundtrack that quickly got on my nerves. It's not a bad game by any means, but they sacrificed a very unique game to try and get casual gamers to notice the title. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's all I have right now.</content>
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    <title>A school story</title>
    <published>2004-08-28T05:25:28Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-10T03:59:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Back in the tenth grade I had an english class with my best friend Brett. Brett and I have been friends since the first grade so when we get together we can get a little disruptive. But what we did in this class was one of the funniest things we ever pulled. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  The teacher was a first year teacher right out of college. He had this utopian vision of how he was going to run this class and we ruined it. His name was Mr. Molnar. On the first day he let us decide on our own rules and we did a good job on that. At some point during the class he told us his girlfriend was also a teacher up north. She taught grade school Mennonite kids. He said we were going to write these kids letters about ourselves and they'd write back. This is all fairly innocent right? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Well, I wrote my letter, it was the usual boring crap. Then I looked over at Brett and he said he couldn't really think of anything to write. I jokingly told him to tell these kids he was paralyzed, then we laughed like the idiots we were. It all snowballed from there. In the letter we ended up saying Brett was paralyzed from the neck down from a sledding accident. We also said he had a helper monkey to do all kinds of chores for him. Now any normal high school teacher would have looked over the letters to make sure stuff like this didn't happen, Mr. Molnar didn't. He just collected them and mailed them off. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  A few weeks later the letter was forgotten by everyone. We walked into class and Mr. Molnar was sitting at his desk looking pissed. The class started and he came back and asked Brett to go out to the hall with him to have a chat. Brett came back in and sat down without saying a word. Molnar came in and told me to get my ass out in the hall right now. He then proceeded to tell me that these kids really believed the letter and had went and did a charity drive to raise money to send to Brett. I shouldn't have laughed at that moment, but I did anyway. During the previous weekend he had went to visit his girlfriend and she asked how his paralyzed student was doing. He didn't know what the hell she was talking about. She showed him the letter and told him about the charity drive. He was pissed, he told her that Brett wasn't paralyzed and she got pissed at him for not reading the letters first. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In the hall he asked me what kind of sick person I was to do something like this. I just shrugged and said I thought it would be funny. I swear I thought he was going to punch me right then. He then told me he knew I was behind it all and that I was on thin ice as of now. I also got asked if I was doing drugs and got to go talk to the school shrink. He then moved me to the front of the room away from Brett and told me if I got into any more trouble I'd be kicked out of class for the year. That lasted about two days, but that is another story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  So take it from me kids, don't lie about sledding accident to Mennonite children. Unless you are a sick person like me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evilweevil2029:1313</id>
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    <title>Randomosity</title>
    <published>2004-08-22T05:22:53Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-10T04:00:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Standing at the counter of a local video rental place waiting to rent a game. What game you ask? It don't matter, that has no bearing on the story.&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Anyway, we get up there and the clerk does her thing and tells us the total. My wife looks at me and asks if I have any cash on me. I say yeah and pull out this handful of ones. She looks at me and says, "Wow, that's a lot of ones. You must have been doing a lot of work." I look at her and say, "Nope, I just walk down the street and people start stuffing money down my pants." The clerk starts losing it. I just pay, grab the game and walk out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Walking down the steps at home. I start hitting the wall randomly. My wife asks me what the hell am I dong that for. I tell her I am checking for studs. She asks if I found any. I look at her and start to say something and she just rolls her eyes and tells me to not even say it. I was going to say I found the biggest stud in the world and point to myself. But I was denied.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's how life with me goes. I have a smart ass answer for just about anything.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evilweevil2029:1044</id>
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    <title>Two Taco Bell Stories</title>
    <published>2004-06-25T19:31:29Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-10T04:01:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Bean Burrito&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Late one night while hanging out with Kelly and my friend Steve, we hit the Taco Bell for some food. On the way in I jokingly dared Steve to order a bean burrito with no beans. We all laughed about how funny it would be to do that. When it was his turn to order he looked at the clerk and said he wanted a bean burrito with no beans. The clerk did a double take and asked if that is what he really wanted. Steve kept a straight face while he said yeah. We paid for our stuff and waited for it to be made. The whole time we were laughing our asses off. A few minutes later the manager comes out and looks straight at us and says that we must be the jackasses who ordered the bean burrito with no beans. I couldn't take it any longer and had to walk outside to compose myself because I was laughing so hard I thought I might pass out. I came back in and Steve had a burrito shell with some cheese and some sauce and something else on it. I kept laughing the whole time I was eating. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stairway to Madness&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was me and Steve hitting the Taco Bell for food. This was early afternoon. Now this Taco Bell used to have a jukebox right beside the counter. It had a mix of new popular crap and old rock and roll stuff. I had some extra cash to waste and so did Steve. So I put 10 bucks in and Steve gave me 10 to put in with no clue as to what I was planning. You got 30 songs for 5 bucks. So I had 120 songs to play. I decided it would be funny if I played only Stairway to Heaven. So I stood there for a long ass time punching the numbers in over and over. We stopped in the next day and the manager came out and told me I wasn't allowed to play the jukebox EVER again. I asked him why and he said he knows it was me that did it and if he ever heard Stairway to Heaven again he just might hunt me down and beat the living shit out of me. See, the beauty of this was that Taco Bell didn't own the jukebox, another company split the money with them to have it in there. So the manager didn't have the keys for it and couldn't reset it or adjust the volume. The thing played all day and was still playing when they closed up one of the employees unplugged it until they could call the guy who had the keys to come and reset it. Oh and they took Stairway off the jukebox. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evilweevil2029:729</id>
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    <title>Still no title</title>
    <published>2004-06-19T03:45:32Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-10T04:01:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Skid Row - Monkey Business</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, it has been some time since I last made an entry. So now I figured I would at least make some sort of effort to update this more often. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Found out a few weeks ago that my wife is pregnant. It's still a bit of a shock to me that I am going to be someones dad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haven't been doing very much since school ended. I didn't feel like paying to go for summer quarter so I just registered for the fall and am loafing about. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Played and finished the Chronicles of Riddick for Xbox. Really cool game. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finished Deus Ex: Invisible War as well. Cool game, shitty ending. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's about it for now, give me suggestions on what I should do with this journal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"And shepherds we shall be, for thee my lord for thee. Power hath decended forth from thy hand so our feet may swiftly carry out thy command. And we shall flow a river forth to thee and teeming with souls shall it ever be. In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti."</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:evilweevil2029:428</id>
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    <title>Intro to me, I guess.</title>
    <published>2004-02-18T03:15:58Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-10T04:03:07Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hi there, my name is Chip.&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I am a 29 year old college student. Things to expect from this journal. Bad grammar (I hear enough about grammar in my english class), various rants about stuff that bothers me, all the usual crap I guess. So here goes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do enjoy videogames, so here are a few thoughts on some games I have played lately. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Medal of Honor Rising Sun. Total generic FPS from EA. After the decent MOH: Frontline they slipped down a notch. The production values are there, but the rest of the game is mediocre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need for Speed Underground. Ew. Do you like the Fast and the Furious? Does your compact car sport a 4 foot tall wing on the back? Then this is the game for you. They took out all the fun things from Hot Pursuit 2 and replaced it with non fun stuff. And what is with the streets being so shiny in this game? Don't know about where the developers are from, but around here the streets are dirtier than the amish on saturday night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I-Ninja. Fun little rental game. Has some cool concepts, but seems like a collection of mini games held loosely together with something that resembles a plot. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Project Gotham Racing 2. Total vanilla racing game. Nothing hooks you and compels you to keep playing. It is sort of fun, but it's just the same stuff over and over. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Metroid Zero Mission. Very cool game. Kinda of short, but metroid freaks will love it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prince of Persia: The Sands of Time. One of the best games I have played in a long time. Top notch control, sound and graphics. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, that is all for now. Any questions you have just post them in the comments and I will answer them. I'm out like hair metal.</content>
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