<?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-6026422</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:07:33.779-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Supremely Average Rants of a Geek</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm a geek with a tendency to rant. These are my opions and a synopsis of things that have happened to me. Now sit back and prepare to be ranted at.&lt;br&gt;
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Bad spelling and grammar happen, get over it.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</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>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-112651089567003334</id><published>2005-09-12T00:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T10:35:26.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A Rare visit from the muse</title><summary type='text'>In the midst of singing along to CAKE and wondering what rejections await me from the fairer gender this year, I was struck by a bolt of inspiration; take the words to Short Skirt/Long Jacket and re-write them to reflect my own opinions. And so with out further delay I present my opus, that is until the RIAA drops the hammer on me.I want a girl with a kernel like a diamond I want a girl who knows</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/112651089567003334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/112651089567003334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2005/09/rare-visit-from-muse.html' title='A Rare visit from the muse'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-112613360944107008</id><published>2005-09-07T15:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T16:18:23.506-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pi!Pie!Cake!</title><summary type='text'>Last night Cake played The Crystal Ball Room. The show was... (wait for it) ... AWESOME. The opening band The Punk Group was, interesting in a strage sort of way. They are what I would imagine the bastard child of Devo (yeah the entire band) and Johny Knoxville would look like, the music was 'unique'. But they have no love of country music and made that clear in their lyrical stylings, and sang </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/112613360944107008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/112613360944107008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2005/09/pipiecake.html' title='&lt;s&gt;Pi!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;s&gt;Pie!&lt;/s&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Cake!&lt;/b&gt;'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-112486885083946025</id><published>2005-08-24T00:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T00:34:10.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am THE google whore</title><summary type='text'>After an early leak of the server information and subsequent early stress test, which some would call a failed slashdotting, Google talk has gone live, and is damn cool indeed. The official windows client includes builtin voice support: point, click, talk. Given Google's recent push behind gAIM as part of the Summer of Code project, one can only hope to see versions of gAIM in the not to distant </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/112486885083946025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/112486885083946025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-google-whore.html' title='I am &lt;i&gt;THE&lt;/i&gt; google whore'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-112415868643242726</id><published>2005-08-15T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T21:39:42.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Season 3: Now with 99% less politcal angst!</title><summary type='text'>With a new school year nearly upon us, and some provocation, I figured now would be a good time to make my return. I'm a geek, duh, while I was away from bloggger I established my self else where on the net. I'm going to be working up north in Portland another few weeks and then shipping out for Corvallis on the 14th of September. I start my new job in the inner circle (of hell or geekdom, only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/112415868643242726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/112415868643242726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2005/08/season-3-now-with-99-less-politcal.html' title='Season 3: Now with 99% less politcal angst!'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-110938751430945424</id><published>2005-02-25T18:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T17:26:48.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A newer lower pit of OS Hell</title><summary type='text'>For a long time I was convinced that you couldn't possibly do worse than windows when designing an operating system... I was wrong... very wrong. Ubuntu is great for grandma, but horrible for power users. I was damn near stir crazy the second my feet hit the ground.Remember the Synaptic package manager I thought was so cool, it's great for INSTALLING packages, but if you want to remove them it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/110938751430945424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/110938751430945424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2005/02/newer-lower-pit-of-os-hell.html' title='A newer lower pit of OS Hell'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-110937525022281263</id><published>2005-02-25T15:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-25T15:47:30.226-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The art of sucking an elephant through a drinking straw and other such impossibilities</title><summary type='text'>I've finally gotten around to doing what I should have done ages ago, namely back up my laptop's hard drive. This wasn't really prompted by the fact that it's a good idea to keep an up-to-date backup at all times. I backed up my hard drive because I was going to mess with the my partition table, and really didn't want to foobar my entire system in one fell act of stupidity. I suppose I should </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/110937525022281263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/110937525022281263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2005/02/art-of-sucking-elephant-through.html' title='The art of sucking an elephant through a drinking straw and other such impossibilities'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-110898020436827997</id><published>2005-02-21T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-21T02:03:24.370-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Math makes you stupid</title><summary type='text'>What on earth is wrong with Math majors? What sort of person would willingly take all manner of math classes that make no sense what so ever. I've got my second Math 232 (Descrete Math II) mid term looming and I can best sum up the last few sections as: the parts I understand make sense, the parts I don't understand I can apply most of the time, BUT FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD CAN SOMEONE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/110898020436827997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/110898020436827997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2005/02/math-makes-you-stupid.html' title='Math makes you stupid'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-110843963690122890</id><published>2005-02-14T19:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T19:53:56.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Living up to my end of the bargin</title><summary type='text'>Well I promised Nathan I'd get a post up not later than today, and I am I've still got about 4 hours to spare. College life has been good this last term and a half, I've met new and interesting people of all types.Today happens to be one of my favorite days of the year and for the 18th year running I am... *drum roll* ... still single. At this point I think it's fair to say it's all on me, I'm a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/110843963690122890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/110843963690122890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2005/02/living-up-to-my-end-of-bargin.html' title='Living up to my end of the bargin'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-110054620513598129</id><published>2004-11-15T11:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T11:17:07.203-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Education of the Old School sort</title><summary type='text'>My roommate recently stumbled upon an old gem from the days of win 9x gaming (or OS 9 if you swing that way) The Incredible Machine 3. TIM3 has since spread to Me, and Nathan (Nathan would make an ideal pledge as a Tri-Delt, he's practically a taller Poindexter clone). Since then I've gone on and found more cool freeware and abandonware. In short abandonware is software that the publisher is no </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/110054620513598129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/110054620513598129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/11/education-of-old-school-sort.html' title='An Education of the Old School sort'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-109985463035781067</id><published>2004-11-07T10:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T16:46:00.146-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A giant hamhock on a rope</title><summary type='text'>Return readers know about my tendency to rant about freedom and rights. I'll try and gripe without getting political, but I make no promises of how the comment thread my go on this one. The astute returnee will notice a new banner off to the right under the Mozilla banners. This was actually a big layout decision for me, I was originally going to put the banner way down at the bottom, even lower </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/109985463035781067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/109985463035781067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/11/giant-hamhock-on-rope.html' title='A giant hamhock on a rope'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-109926528705731595</id><published>2004-10-31T15:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-10-31T15:28:07.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>RotG</title><summary type='text'>I told y'all I'd be back circa November if things were less hectic, well it's circa and things aren't less hectic. P-&gt;q, F-&gt;T is true, so I'm back mostly by popular demand.Classes have been pretty good so far. I've had mid-terms for most of my classes so far, and by and large I've done well on the ones I've gotten back. I've got a health mid-term on Thursday... at 8 am.By and large life in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/109926528705731595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/109926528705731595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/10/rotg.html' title='RotG'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-109462935875007955</id><published>2004-09-09T07:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T07:19:40.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Analogy</title><summary type='text'>I keep coming back on the slim hope that we aren't as doomed as I want to believe, on the hope that just maybe people might stop and save themselves from tyranny before it's too late.On September 10th 2001, if I told you that terrorism was a serious threat to the US you’d scoff at me and call me a conspiracy nut. If I said the same thing on September 12th 2001 you’d freak out and want to hunt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/109462935875007955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/109462935875007955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/09/analogy_09.html' title='Analogy'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-109446293933839451</id><published>2004-09-06T02:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-06T02:28:59.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Last Call</title><summary type='text'>I realized that there is no way for me to make my point using conventional tactics, so I'm changing things up a bit. Open your minds and get your Bible's children it's scripture time!Let's start off with gay marriage, it hasn't been discussed before but it's a favorite of mine in terms of how people warp the word of God to justify bigotry.The second is this: 'Love your neighbor as yourself.'[</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/109446293933839451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/109446293933839451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/09/last-call.html' title='Last Call'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-109313215562707307</id><published>2004-08-21T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T01:01:34.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A "fair" system of "justice"</title><summary type='text'>There is evil in the world as much as some people want to deny it. Denial only benifits those who seek to do evil against the common man. I'm not here to discuss the law, I belive it's wrong for exactly the reasons presented here, I just want to point out that our "friends" the billionaire can and do abuse the legal system to their advantage.Microsoft has again gone for a patanet grab, they've </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/109313215562707307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/109313215562707307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/08/fair-system-of-justice.html' title='A &quot;fair&quot; system of &quot;justice&quot;'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-109287692106552235</id><published>2004-08-18T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T21:34:48.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>MOBILE!</title><summary type='text'>I've got good news, bad news, and more good news. The first bit of good news is that the new version of Portable Firefox supports extensions and themes, the bad news is the instructions for installing extnesions and themes given on the web site don't to work. But the second bit of good news is that with a minimal ammount of hacking (note this is the proper and pre-1990's usage of the word) you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/109287692106552235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/109287692106552235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/08/mobile.html' title='MOBILE!'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-109271700184024881</id><published>2004-08-16T21:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-16T21:30:01.840-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Isn't it ironic...</title><summary type='text'>...the post that was supposed to burry the hatchet turned out to be the most vicous? I got to be a bit of a jerk I realize I went to far but I frimly believe in my ideals. Four of you and one of me, I bit off more than I could handle. Lets put our diffrences aside and stop fighting,I was wrong. I was too driven to try and make people understand it's a dangerous world and that trusting the powers </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/109271700184024881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/109271700184024881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/08/isnt-it-ironic.html' title='Isn&apos;t it ironic...'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-109242768307786766</id><published>2004-08-13T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-13T13:08:03.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lay off the negitive waves man</title><summary type='text'>I've been rather negitive the past week. It's become clear to me that the majority of people take their rights for granted and wouldn't care if you took most of them away. It's a sad state of affairs the American governemt was designed with a proactive public who would look out for themeselves, this is one of the big faillings of the current political system the fourth branch, the people, aren't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/109242768307786766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/109242768307786766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/08/lay-off-negitive-waves-man.html' title='Lay off the negitive waves man'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-109233941196091387</id><published>2004-08-12T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-12T19:59:07.923-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's all in perception</title><summary type='text'>The last post drew an intersting parrarel between the political climate in the USA today WWII Germany. I'm sure that German "patriots" took great pride in what they did in the 1940's. People are easily manipulated, we must learn from history before we become history. The next world war is going to be about the same thing the last two have, stopping a facist state from taking over the world, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/109233941196091387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/109233941196091387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/08/its-all-in-perception.html' title='It&apos;s all in perception'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-109228048371239706</id><published>2004-08-11T19:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T21:06:35.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A tinfoil flag</title><summary type='text'>I was browsing the mozilla plugins page the other day (Monday) when I found Enigmail. I had dabbled minorly in the win32 encryption API, so this caught my eye as something to check out. For those of you who wish to use Enigmail with Thunder bird you going to have to use one of the nightlies, as the "stable" don't seem to install on Thunderbird 0.7.x (despite what the download page says, trust me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/109228048371239706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/109228048371239706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/08/tinfoil-flag.html' title='A tinfoil flag'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-109203871516916992</id><published>2004-08-07T22:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T12:48:44.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Patch Fest 2004</title><summary type='text'>To day is a big day for patching for me. The new gAIM patch is out, I also picked up the Firefox 0.9.3 patch and the Thunderbird 0.7.3 patch. Before I get off the subject of Mozilla I'd like to take a second to pimp the AdBlock extension, it's great it removes page elements (scrips, frames,images,flash) by source address the set up process is really gratifying getting rid of all the ads and after</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/109203871516916992'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/109203871516916992'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/08/patch-fest-2004_07.html' title='Patch Fest 2004'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-109134319919612611</id><published>2004-07-31T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-31T23:53:19.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Nag, Nag, Nag</title><summary type='text'>Somebody wants a new post. My life has been rather mundane lately. I'm working 40 hours a week. I had an "interview" with the Gresham Outlook and by "interview" I mean they took pictures of the FBLA delegation that went to Denver. I was the last person to get there, I was even five minutes early, hopefully there was more of an interview before I got there. The big thrill today was I went and gave</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/109134319919612611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/109134319919612611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/07/nag-nag-nag.html' title='Nag, Nag, Nag'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-109054457370754781</id><published>2004-07-22T17:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T18:08:51.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder what will happen when I toss this lit match in to a powder keg...</title><summary type='text'>I was browsing the last night when through a series of links (Slashdot -&gt; Stardock.com -&gt; The Poltical Machine Forums) I came across an intersting web quiz, the SelectSmart.com 2004 AMERICAN PRESIDENTIAL CANDIDATE SELECTOR.Since we all have the exact same political opinions around here I'm sure this won't be very intersting. Unselect all the qualifers on #17 to include all the candidates (it's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/109054457370754781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/109054457370754781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-wonder-what-will-happen-when-i-toss.html' title='I wonder what will happen when I toss this lit match in to a powder keg...'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-109018494840882441</id><published>2004-07-18T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T14:09:08.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Oregon FBLA National awards google page rank fluffing title</title><summary type='text'>I'm writing this post on the flight home from Denver. It's been a good week, a really good week, I'd go so far to say better than last year.  As I said last night the Reynolds Entrepreneurship team took fourth place.On Saturday most of the crew (Nathan, Marty, Jason, Diana, and Neal from Pendleton) went to Water World in Denver, I stayed behind for a couple of reasons namely that it was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/109018494840882441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/109018494840882441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/07/oregon-fbla-national-awards-google.html' title='Oregon FBLA National awards google page rank fluffing title'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-109012645104714099</id><published>2004-07-17T21:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-17T23:04:37.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The number of the day is: 4</title><summary type='text'>We got fourth in Entrepenureship at Nationals, more news after dinner</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/109012645104714099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/109012645104714099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/07/number-of-day-is-4.html' title='The number of the day is: 4'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108992219697785112</id><published>2004-07-15T13:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T13:09:56.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And just who's idea was that?</title><summary type='text'>The Entrepenureship team took the preliminary test this morning. We troopped down to the confrence center where the events are being held. We got about half the way there when we ran in to Stern walking the other way. He told us that results wouldn't be posted until 8:00 centeral (7:00 pacific). So now we hang out and wait for the results.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108992219697785112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108992219697785112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/07/and-just-whos-idea-was-that.html' title='And just who&apos;s idea was that?'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108986890062468135</id><published>2004-07-14T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T22:21:40.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Water borne parasites, in grown hairs, what's the difference?</title><summary type='text'>After coming back from the Six Flag's water park, Marty reported finding "black things burrowed" in to his upper thighs. He went on to theorize that he picked them up in the Six Flags pool, the same we all swam in. Panic ensued, we all rushed to closed spaces to drop our pants and check our own legs for parasites. We didn't find any thank fully. This eventing after thinking for a bit and finding </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108986890062468135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108986890062468135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/07/water-borne-parasites-in-grown-hairs.html' title='Water borne parasites, in grown hairs, what&apos;s the difference?'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108983864512550979</id><published>2004-07-14T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T13:57:25.126-07:00</updated><title type='text'>When they say 800lb weight limit they aren't joking</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday we (Me, Nathan, Jason, Marty, and Diana) went to six flags. The non-me members of our delegation rode roller coasters and stuff from 10 to 12. After coasting and rolling we went on a couple of water rides, first a log ride on par with the one at the Enchanted Forest, and the second on was a white water rafting sort of ride . We were throughly wet from the ride so we went to the water </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108983864512550979'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108983864512550979'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/07/when-they-say-800lb-weight-limit-they.html' title='When they say 800lb weight limit they aren&apos;t joking'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108972950115167262</id><published>2004-07-13T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T10:37:06.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dante's Inferno, and the aftermath there of</title><summary type='text'>We're in Denver, in the summer, four people in a hotel room, and personal electronics, but air conditioning keeps things nice and cool... or it would if we had a working air conditioner. The temperature around here was above 90 for most of the day, we called maintenance and got no response saying they'd be right up, but they didn't ever show up. So  sweltered, finally about 9:30 pm Stern called </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108972950115167262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108972950115167262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/07/dantes-inferno-and-aftermath-there-of.html' title='Dante&apos;s Inferno, and the aftermath there of'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108968479128003528</id><published>2004-07-12T18:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T10:54:49.850-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Hey, you fucked up... you trusted us!"</title><summary type='text'>I left my Laptop in the room today to allow my cohorts Internet access, gaming, etc. Needless to say this was a bad idea, when I came back my desktop was Tubgirl, and my default web page was a naked picture of David Hasslehoff as a robot. Gattman was nice enough to install a spyware online casino so he could play poker. Furthering the problem was the fact I spent my day on a tour of Denver that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108968479128003528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108968479128003528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/07/hey-you-fucked-up-you-trusted-us.html' title='&quot;Hey, you fucked up... you trusted us!&quot;'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108961251212402255</id><published>2004-07-11T23:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T10:45:15.363-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ph34r our 133tn3$$</title><summary type='text'>I've discovered the problems of being the Internet portal for a bunch of high school students, namely Gattman. I had to do a quick overhaul of my hostname tables, I've mapped all the bad garbage (goatse, tub girl, rotten.com, etc.) to google. This has kept less than technically adept Gattman at bay for the time being. On a note of hardware hackin' Nathan managed to jury rig the X-box to the TV, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108961251212402255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108961251212402255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/07/ph34r-our-133tn3.html' title='ph34r our 133tn3$$'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108958694085426586</id><published>2004-07-11T15:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T10:40:11.173-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I R AFK</title><summary type='text'>I'm in Colorado for FBLA nationals. I'll post about stuff as it happens. I watched 12 Kingdoms on the flight to Colorado. I met the Bartalis/Silverton crew at the airport rode to the hotel in the shuttle with them, and wandered around the mall by the hotel with them. After wandering a bit I got my room key and met up with the Reynolds folks. I went with the Reynolds crew and we went and saw the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108958694085426586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108958694085426586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/07/i-r-afk.html' title='I R AFK'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108848164591979397</id><published>2004-06-28T20:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-28T21:00:45.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"July 5, 1998 is coming. WILL YOU BE READY??"</title><summary type='text'>Yeah I've got nothing to say about these guys, the site speaks for itself.PDXLAN is Thursday, I'm excited are you? Hey Andy my good buddy, old pal, who is so much infinitly cooler than me becuase you own a car could I get a ride to PDXLAN with you? How about you Mikey, how are you getting there? Can I tag along?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108848164591979397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108848164591979397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/06/july-5-1998-is-coming-will-you-be.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://www.subgenius.com/&quot;&gt;&quot;July 5, 1998 is coming. WILL YOU BE READY??&quot;&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108795316590494006</id><published>2004-06-22T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T23:41:07.893-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A shout out to all my 'peeps</title><summary type='text'>yeah, yeah, yeah, cause you 'now w'a mean man. Farthing the bad precedent of dedicated posts, Charles this one's for you buddy. I've changed my template in case you didn't notice. It's a bit spiffier than the old one, I've incorporated some of the new blogger features, go ahead scroll on down to the recent posts links. In other news, I pulled the newest MegaMek CVS snapshot last night, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108795316590494006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108795316590494006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/06/shout-out-to-all-my-peeps.html' title='A shout out to all my &apos;peeps'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108769252969043985</id><published>2004-06-19T17:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T23:13:04.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Can you really say that tinfoil hat isn't justified?</title><summary type='text'>Lynsey this post is just for you, don't you feel special? The saintly US government is out to protect you even more. In fact they're really stepping things up the "wonderful" CIA wants to protect you from "terrorists" here on US soil by  authorizing CIA agents to work undercover in the US, and question citizens with no oversight no requirement to disclose there government affiliation.Oh, over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108769252969043985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108769252969043985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/06/can-you-really-say-that-tinfoil-hat.html' title='Can you really say that tinfoil hat isn&apos;t justified?'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108758825358566953</id><published>2004-06-18T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T12:50:53.586-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Live From the news desk!</title><summary type='text'>The source of all the ails of the modern age have been found! But rest assured that your government is doing everything they can to stamp out these danger. What is this great menace I speak of? I must warn that you have these evil tools of destruction lurking in your own home, yes that's right I speak of VCRs. And now our senior law correspondent Susan Crawford.Additional links on /.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108758825358566953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108758825358566953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/06/live-from-news-desk.html' title='Live From the news desk!'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108726128646917335</id><published>2004-06-14T17:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T18:02:48.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Meaty Doom</title><summary type='text'>I went a couple grad parties this weekend, and ate, and ate. The first grad party I went to was my friend Fat Dan's, he graduated from Central Catholic, and there was a buffet set out including meat, cheeses, rolls and fixings for making mini-sandwiches. The second grad party I went to was Nathan's when I got there people were loitering about the kitchen/living room area eating and watching </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108726128646917335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108726128646917335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/06/meaty-doom.html' title='Meaty Doom'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108684838725765809</id><published>2004-06-09T22:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T23:23:08.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know it might be time to buy a bomb shelter when....</title><summary type='text'>I feel more a part of the world community and more afraid for the human race right now. I had assumed that police state dictators were out to screw people and relieve them of there rights, then GWB proved through idiocy, greed, and by inciting fear the same could be done in a democracy, but I had assumed that this was largely a case of circumstance, and smoke and mirrors. Oh how wrong I was, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108684838725765809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108684838725765809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/06/you-know-it-might-be-time-to-buy-bomb.html' title='You know it might be time to buy a bomb shelter when....'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108631595197345805</id><published>2004-06-03T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T19:30:47.563-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forged in the fires of Mount Doom</title><summary type='text'>... well not really. I was inspecting the games section on Source Forge when I came across a few projects of note.The first is Scorched3D, a 3D clone of the classic turn based artillery game Scorched Earth. I played around with it a bit it's really well polished for a cross platform OSS game, I dare say on par with some games people try to pass off as commercial software. The game as the same </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108631595197345805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108631595197345805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/06/forged-in-fires-of-mount-doom.html' title='Forged in the fires of Mount Doom'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108579076494543406</id><published>2004-05-28T17:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T17:49:46.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It just never gets old</title><summary type='text'>I'm finally done with High School, huzzah. Today was my first day off, and I enjoyed it. I spent the morning on a few minor bit of house keeping, I relinquished my admin key for the RHS mail server, I got the last details of next years mail accounts set up, and then got on to the important business of enjoying my time off. The two big highlights of my day were finally getting some time to play </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108579076494543406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108579076494543406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/05/it-just-never-gets-old.html' title='It just never gets old'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108529855334259199</id><published>2004-05-23T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T00:52:14.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Party Animal</title><summary type='text'>Right so I'm listening to Anatomy of the Tongue in Cheek for the 20th time but that's not the point. I started my morning off at the Youth Light Year-end/Kristi Grad party. The big events of the get together were: Playing ping-pong outside in the wind, eating burgers, giving Paul a hard time for being late, playing SNES games, and swapping conspiracy theories about Disney movies. After this I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108529855334259199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108529855334259199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/05/party-animal.html' title='Party Animal'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108512635717323660</id><published>2004-05-21T00:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T15:33:36.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where are we going again? and why are we in this hand basket?</title><summary type='text'>Gotta love them slash dot sigs, from whence we get such gems as this:Danger!: Idiots with TechnologyI'm I the only one who thinks we're screwed?On a side note, I went on a raid to Borders and picked up the following swag:Sundiver (The Uplift Saga, Book 1)Startide Rising (The Uplift Saga, Book 2)The Uplift War (The Uplift Saga, Book 3)Lord of LightSwitchfoot - The Beautiful Letdown (CD)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108512635717323660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108512635717323660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/05/where-are-we-going-again-and-why-are.html' title='Where are we going again? and why are we in this hand basket?'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108474447154975548</id><published>2004-05-16T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-16T15:01:29.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Obligitory</title><summary type='text'>Today is my 18th birthday, yay for me, rejoice, etc.And I'm feeling bad for the odd google users passing through so I'll hook you up with some links.Juuni Kokki [Japanese]12 Kingdoms [English]The Nimo Codec PackAnd for all you arbivita folks the correct spelling is arborvitae.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108474447154975548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108474447154975548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/05/obligitory.html' title='Obligitory'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108414963719636915</id><published>2004-05-09T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T07:13:26.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Your friend is quite the mercenary. I wonder if he really cares about anything... or anybody."</title><summary type='text'>This post is a shameless plug for the Slash Dot bid to win the SEO contest because everybody knows that the slash dot boys have the best nigritude ultramarine page on the internet. *zombie moan* Join the slash bots link to the article on your blog, drive up the article's page rank, with enough bloggers and slash bots we could win CowboyNeal a shiny new iPod. Come on do it for CowboyNeal!On a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108414963719636915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108414963719636915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/05/your-friend-is-quite-mercenary-i.html' title='&quot;Your friend is quite the mercenary. I wonder if he really cares about anything... or anybody.&quot;'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-10837278780330871</id><published>2004-05-04T19:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T18:44:01.510-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Queue the music</title><summary type='text'>Keep commenting on Prom!If you haven't seen my pictures take a ganderRoll the musicThe last few days have been how shall we say... AWSOME. Prom was great in case that need's to be reiterated. Then tack on to that I've been asked to present my Senior Portfolio to the school board. I spent my morning scrubbing viruses and spyware off a teacher's home computer, that was pretty fun, I love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/10837278780330871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/10837278780330871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/05/queue-music.html' title='Queue the music'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108349118113311488</id><published>2004-05-02T02:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T20:33:33.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Who put their hands where!?</title><summary type='text'>Geez, minds out of the gutter right now! I said now! The who in this case being God, and the where being from RHS and beginning of my search for a prom date up, until prom it self at the Crystal Ballroom. Taking a quick gander at ye olde archives will show that getting a date to prom was no easy path, I got turned down six times (I'd just like to take a moment to call out a certain Sophomore </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108349118113311488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108349118113311488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/05/who-put-their-hands-where.html' title='Who put their hands where!?'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108340055729604490</id><published>2004-05-01T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T01:45:23.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>INSANITY, THY NAME IS[ENTER SEARCH TERMS HERE]</title><summary type='text'>What can I say? I'm shameless, I didn't even retype it, straight copy and past for 'ya. On to my point I've been in inundated with people looking for fairly rare stuff on the internet, namely Juuni Kokki (mentioned here). I'm sure this post is only going to drive my google page rank higher. Google Italy has me ranked 10th for Juuni Kokki Torrent. Any bloggers passing through who get intersting/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108340055729604490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108340055729604490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/05/insanity-thy-name-isenter-search-terms.html' title='&lt;a href=&quot;http://flirting.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_flirting_archive.html#107361189003317329&quot;&gt;INSANITY, THY NAME IS[ENTER SEARCH TERMS HERE]&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108304493830570903</id><published>2004-04-26T22:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T01:17:06.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lynsey</title><summary type='text'>"post"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108304493830570903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108304493830570903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/04/lynsey.html' title='Lynsey'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108285057403757718</id><published>2004-04-24T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T17:17:34.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It's no fun doing it the easy way</title><summary type='text'>I've recently been introduced to the world of video codecs, what a messed up mire of formats. I recently acquired all 44 episodes of Juuni Kokki [Japanese] (12 Kingdoms [English]) from Charles. I wasn't told what the encoding for any of the files was which left me to guess what codec(s) I needed. I downloaded the Nimo Codec Pack. The Nimo Divx codec was just what I needed for episode 1 -9. I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108285057403757718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108285057403757718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/04/its-no-fun-doing-it-easy-way.html' title='It&apos;s no fun doing it the easy way'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108244126956884816</id><published>2004-04-19T23:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-20T16:21:07.200-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WOAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><summary type='text'>FLASH! From the news desk!Ladies and Gentlemen,Lynsey has a date with Brad. I'm a bit sketchy on the details but apperntly Lynsey and Stash were having some girl talk, and Brad was discussed, phone calls were made, and then Lynsey had a date with Brad. More news at 11:00...oh wait it is 11:00, more details  care of Stash</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108244126956884816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108244126956884816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/04/woah.html' title='WOAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108236269715460821</id><published>2004-04-19T01:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T01:22:20.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bring out your dead</title><summary type='text'>It's 1 Am and I have insomnia.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108236269715460821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108236269715460821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/04/bring-out-your-dead.html' title='Bring out your dead'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108223812862996025</id><published>2004-04-17T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T14:55:56.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>About the Internet</title><summary type='text'>Just a few minor housekeeping details. I've reached 1000 unique hits, I feel loved. Apparently blogger has been having trouble with it's subdomains but if you tack a "www." on the front of the url things appear to shape right up, I've changed all my links to reflect this, you may wish to look in to such matters if you have a blog. I also got my tux reserved for Prom. And lastly Mikey has been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108223812862996025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108223812862996025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/04/about-internet.html' title='About the Internet'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108198597072702512</id><published>2004-04-14T16:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-14T19:40:34.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Reinforcements</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I'm back on for Prom. I ended up falling back on the old, I'll go with you if nobody else will ticket. As it stands I'm going to be accompanied by Stash. It's better to go with friends than not at all, I'm hoping/pretty sure a good time will be had by all. Now if ya'll could strong arm Mikey in to producing the limo promised all would be well in the world. Hmmm I suppose I better get a tux, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108198597072702512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108198597072702512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/04/reinforcements.html' title='Reinforcements'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108191879765921236</id><published>2004-04-13T21:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-13T22:06:13.030-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Flanking Manuvers</title><summary type='text'>I have committed the highest sin of a geek and invoked the greatest curse upon myself; I declared victory with out adequate testing. I in fact do not have a prom date. With just 17 days until prom I am scrambling for a date. Things with girls and me just never seem to turn out right.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108191879765921236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108191879765921236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/04/flanking-manuvers.html' title='Flanking Manuvers'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108167008859774709</id><published>2004-04-11T00:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T23:13:42.890-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation: World Domination</title><summary type='text'>Woo! After four years "Operation: World Domination", AKA Pete gets a prom date, has come to a close. I asked Alexis to prom tonight and she said yes. Things went down something like this...6:00 Worship at East Hill with Mikey, Tiff, and Kristen. After this we (Mikey, Tiff, and I) hiked over to Wallstreet Pizza, where Alexis was working. In truly suave style, Mike ordered a pizza, Tiff order a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108167008859774709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108167008859774709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/04/operation-world-domination.html' title='Operation: World Domination'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108140777822258256</id><published>2004-04-07T23:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-10T00:15:33.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone and wandered off</title><summary type='text'>Andy and Brad have both referred to the fact that our blogs tend to mooch off each other, in fact I'd have linked to the specific posts if I could remember when they were. But I digress this current nugget of goodness was liberated from only the highest quality source, namely Charles. I read the Asimov short story he linked to, yeah it was pretty friggin' cool. This ignited a hankering in me for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108140777822258256'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108140777822258256'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/04/gone-and-wandered-off.html' title='Gone and wandered off'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108138508354676460</id><published>2004-04-07T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T18:02:35.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ad-hoc LAN paty</title><summary type='text'>I spent Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday at the Oregon FBLA State Skills competition, yeah you read that right I got of school for two days, and of course I spent it in the most productive way possible. I got to the "Fabulous" Janzen Beach Double Tree at about 1:30 on Sunday (only an hour early, oh well worse things have happened to better people), hung out with people for a bit as people assembled. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108138508354676460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108138508354676460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/04/ad-hoc-lan-paty.html' title='Ad-hoc LAN paty'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108071593400118539</id><published>2004-03-30T22:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T23:09:26.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>if(normal==good)</title><summary type='text'>{I have hung out with Mikey and Co. and  Jared and folks I'm starting to wonder about "conventional" teen life. I've spent most of my life to date living in the subculture of the nerd/geek/gamer. The idea of just hanging out is foreign, just radomly going places and doing things on the spur of the moment seems so odd. I'm used to being in groups where more than two people can come to an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108071593400118539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108071593400118539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/03/ifnormalgood.html' title='if(normal==good)'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108062066956516236</id><published>2004-03-29T20:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-30T23:09:20.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No I haven't gone gothic</title><summary type='text'>I've joined the ranks of bloggers protesting the Chinese Government's campaign of internet censorship. Read more here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108062066956516236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108062066956516236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/03/no-i-havent-gone-gothic.html' title='No I haven&apos;t gone gothic'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108042548393760679</id><published>2004-03-27T13:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T14:14:56.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'>LAN PARTY!!!!!!!!!1</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday I made a brief stop at home for about 3 hours during which I wrote up the last post, showered, and started some laundry. Then I was off to another event, Friday's shindig was a LAN party with Ian, Mikey, Andy, and the group Ian describes as "the only gamers at MHCC". I LANned from 5:00 to 8:30 this was Halo for the most part. At 8:30 Mike and I left for East Hill church for a "downtown </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108042548393760679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108042548393760679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/03/lan-party1.html' title='LAN PARTY!!!!!!!!!1'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108034070005341981</id><published>2004-03-26T13:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T23:47:02.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Twilight Zone</title><summary type='text'>... Woah, I just got back from my friend Jared's house, I haven't seen him in three years, it was like an episode of the twilight zone. It seem like every one I met was the evil doppelganger of one of my friends. First there was Dwyne, the anti-Mikey with a dash of Otis thrown in for good measure. He's greasy annoying and seem do derive worldly pleasure from pissing other people off by saying/</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108034070005341981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108034070005341981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/03/twilight-zone.html' title='The Twilight Zone'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-108015593298832713</id><published>2004-03-24T10:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T12:29:55.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Uncle Sam's Xbox</title><summary type='text'>I feel white trashish, I gotted my federal tax an' I spents it. I bought an Xbox yesterday; finally, right now I only have one controller, Brute Force, and Knights of the Old Republic. Those should keep me busy for a while, and beyond that I've got cool friends who'll let me burrow a few games till I get some money/a job, right? Mikey and I trekked down to Game Crazy, I brought along my back pack</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108015593298832713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/108015593298832713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/03/uncle-sams-xbox.html' title='Uncle Sam&apos;s Xbox'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107974215668091171</id><published>2004-03-19T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-19T18:01:21.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The good, the bad, and the ugly</title><summary type='text'>This morning I had to trek down to MHCC to get my math 112 registration cleared up. During the misadventure I ran in to the soul-less avatar of Japaneseness commonly called Casey Clewer. When I talked to him this morning he was planning to spend his day "harassing poor middle schoolers". He had some grunt level job at a middle school orchestra competition. I also saw "Queen" Gwen working this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107974215668091171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107974215668091171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/03/good-bad-and-ugly.html' title='The good, the bad, and the &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.xanga.com/mcrabben7&quot;&gt;ugly&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107941241098810385</id><published>2004-03-15T20:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T20:51:34.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DHTML!</title><summary type='text'>If the changing images haven't caught your eye already take a glance down at the webcomic link section of the side bar. I wrote a bit of DHTML java script to make the images rotate on a timer. What do you think? I think it's pretty spiffy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107941241098810385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107941241098810385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/03/dhtml.html' title='DHTML!'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107924284215248632</id><published>2004-03-13T21:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T17:41:08.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Kinda like a LAN party... only different</title><summary type='text'>I just finished my first 30 hour famine, and it was easily the coolest thing I have ever done. The big differences between the 30 hour famine and a LAN part are:There was no foodThere were no computersThere were girlsLAN parties can't be described as "inspirational"We started our odyssey off with a video scavenger hunt. I rode in the Kristi-mobile along with Andrew (not Andy but Schmidty), </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107924284215248632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107924284215248632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/03/kinda-like-lan-party-only-different.html' title='Kinda like a LAN party... only different'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107906548660976211</id><published>2004-03-11T20:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T22:13:35.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Fresh off the wire from the Spynet aka Ockham's Razor Vs Cinematic Effect round #2</title><summary type='text'>"I had suggested (in all seriousness) that she [Diana] should go with you [to prom] a while ago and she didn't seem to want to. she said she liked being friends with you and it would've been weird to go to a dance together"Hmm I guess that this is the end of that idea, eh? oh well.Final ruling: Ockham's Razor wins!I'm still looking for a date, I guess...Stash?Lyndsey?Random Female Reader?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107906548660976211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107906548660976211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/03/fresh-off-wire-from-spynet-aka-ockhams.html' title='Fresh off the wire from the Spynet aka Ockham&apos;s Razor Vs Cinematic Effect round #2'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107904668297884310</id><published>2004-03-11T15:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T18:15:45.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Oh that's reassuring"</title><summary type='text'>Given all the 'fun' of the last few days Stern tried to give me a pep talk this morning to the effect that I'm a good person, that my virtues, including always being ready and willing to do stuff with a smile, were of value. Further more high school cliques are BS, student government means nothing, and being an Admin holds more weight. I was feeling some what better, but then on the heels of this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107904668297884310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107904668297884310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/03/oh-thats-reassuring.html' title='&quot;Oh that&apos;s reassuring&quot;'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107899238510370968</id><published>2004-03-11T00:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-11T00:11:23.436-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gangsta' Incarnate aka Ockham's Razor Vs Cinematic Effect round #1.5</title><summary type='text'>I would just like to give due credit to Charles basically for being a good friend and talking me out of my misery and dispair. Through a patented blend of mockery and odd ball ideas he coaxed me back to good spirits. I'm going to ask Diana to prom tomorrow on the grounds that:"Charles: it's a lot of unCharles: *fun"Thanks dude you rock!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107899238510370968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107899238510370968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/03/gangsta-incarnate-aka-ockhams-razor-vs.html' title='Gangsta&apos; Incarnate aka Ockham&apos;s Razor Vs Cinematic Effect round #1.5'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107898877961158163</id><published>2004-03-10T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T23:14:13.966-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You know who cares, really?</title><summary type='text'>I've become terribly disenchanted with the whole idea, it means nothing it's a school dance whoop de do! This issue when you get right down to it isn't have a date to some status event, it's about feeling a connection to someone on a deeper level. I've met some cool people some that have inspired me to feel loved (and then for the most part stomped on my heart) right now I can't think of any one </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107898877961158163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107898877961158163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/03/you-know-who-cares-really.html' title='You know who cares, really?'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107898402720583900</id><published>2004-03-10T21:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T21:50:31.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ockham's Razor Vs Cinematic Effect round #1</title><summary type='text'>Over the last few days there has been more prom related drama.  After a few bouts of wussdom, a madcap plan involving a mass skipping of class, and an all night AIM council of war, I asked Jessica if she would go to prom with me today.  And her answer was no.  The madcap plan to skip class en mass failed when I bailed, I'm a senior and I still haven't ever skipped class. Then during lunch I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107898402720583900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107898402720583900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/03/ockhams-razor-vs-cinematic-effect.html' title='Ockham&apos;s Razor Vs Cinematic Effect round #1'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107864082368143932</id><published>2004-03-06T22:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T22:37:13.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Trust me, I know what I'm doing, I'm a professional</title><summary type='text'>Good news, bad news. Good news, we're pretty sure that the "hacker" who's been harassing us is actually a worm. The bad news is our security policy is badly out of date, as near as I can tell it goes something like this "hope the MESD firewall takes care of it". One of the measures we decided to implement was to do port filtering at the NIC level. We white listed all the ports we needed, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107864082368143932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107864082368143932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/03/trust-me-i-know-what-im-doing-im.html' title='Trust me, I know what I&apos;m doing, I&apos;m a professional'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107860411870242899</id><published>2004-03-06T12:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-06T12:18:22.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm the center of the internet and you know it!</title><summary type='text'>Check out this spiffy bit of entertainment: A dynamic map of the web. You're going to need java 1.3 to use it, but you know what? If you don't have java you need some, and get adobe acrobat while your at it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107860411870242899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107860411870242899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/03/im-center-of-internet-and-you-know-it.html' title='I&apos;m the center of the internet and you know it!'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107837816017667144</id><published>2004-03-03T21:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T08:13:38.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>P0rN!!!!!!!!1!!!!!11one</title><summary type='text'>For those you out there who don't read slash dot I'd like to do a little demo:PornNot PornThank you for your time.**Edit**I Suppose if you don't read slash dot I should probably explain XFree86. XFree86 is the X-Windows Linux user interface.**Edit, agin**It's really sad that I have to explain this. MSN "pornography filters" prevent you from searching for XFree86 (see the "porn" link).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107837816017667144'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107837816017667144'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/03/p0rn111one.html' title='P0rN!!!!!!!!1!!!!!11one'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107837244690276325</id><published>2004-03-03T19:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T19:57:05.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>DUDE! GIVE UP AND GO HOME!</title><summary type='text'>The guy who's been trying to hack the RSD student mail server lately just doesn't unerstand the concept give up and go home. As near as can be sermised he telnets in to the http portion of the server and tries to get command line access from there. He appears to be no small fry either he's got proxies all over the the world. We haven't been able to find any signs that he's ever sucessfully gotten</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107837244690276325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107837244690276325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/03/dude-give-up-and-go-home.html' title='DUDE! GIVE UP AND GO HOME!'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107833205184748068</id><published>2004-03-03T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-03T08:44:55.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Rumors, and Smacktards</title><summary type='text'>Fine I cave, there are two news worth items but at this time I am publishing neither. After the hacker affair is cleared up and there's no risk of further damage I'll relate the whole bit. As for the second item I am as yet unclear on the details and I see no reason to spread rumors.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107833205184748068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107833205184748068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/03/rumors-and-smacktards.html' title='Rumors, and Smacktards'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107812178466978961</id><published>2004-02-29T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T22:21:19.356-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Otis</title><summary type='text'>If you.nickname &lt;&gt; "Otis" then      TakeAction("Ignore this post")else     TakeAction("Shut up!")End if</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107812178466978961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107812178466978961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/02/otis.html' title='Otis'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107808447253554365</id><published>2004-02-29T11:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T12:12:10.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'>0wnage</title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was just plain long, I rolled out of bed at 5:30 (am) for mock trail. When to school, met up with the team and we then proceeded caravan style to the Clackamas County Court House. I had the "honor" of riding in the "awesome" Sternmobile to the courthouse. I was so honored as Stern wanted to work on my cross-examination questions some more, I was literally writing new questions on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107808447253554365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107808447253554365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/02/0wnage.html' title='0wnage'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107803434096522419</id><published>2004-02-28T21:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T22:01:54.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coming soon</title><summary type='text'>Today was chalked full of stuff, I'll tell you about it later. Right now I have more pressing things to do than blog such as playing some Tides of Blood. I have a request to make, could you kindly LAY OFF THE JOKES! MOCK SOMEBODY ELSE! I'VE TAKEN IT IN STRIDE AS THE COST OF HAVING FRIENDS, NO MORE! I DON'T NEED THIS FROM PEOPLE WHO DISLIKE ME, I DON'T NEED THSI FROM MY SO CALL FRIENDS. I REALIZE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107803434096522419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107803434096522419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/02/coming-soon.html' title='Coming soon'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107784923847273981</id><published>2004-02-26T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T18:38:53.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Operation [RAR]</title><summary type='text'>I've officially joined the ut2k4 [RAR] clan, official being a very loose term here. I put in my registration fee for  PDX LAN 2004 today hopefully it will be processed by tomorrow and I'll be able to sign up for a seating location tomorrow. I'm planning on making my residence at table G with the rest of the [RAR] boys. I heartily encourage ya'll to sign up.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107784923847273981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107784923847273981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/02/operation-rar.html' title='Operation [RAR]'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107751839406973471</id><published>2004-02-22T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T22:51:22.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a code monkey! oh! oh! oh!</title><summary type='text'>I was roused from bed this morning at the early early hour of 9:30 and told my to call my dad at work (read: code monkey work). So I showered and called the old man, lo and be hold who called it? He wanted me to do some spreadsheet work from him. It wasn't too bad I just had to make a summary updating macro for a work book. This took longer than it should have, a good portion was that just as I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107751839406973471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107751839406973471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/02/im-code-monkey-oh-oh-oh.html' title='I&apos;m a code monkey! oh! oh! oh!'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107724600992646365</id><published>2004-02-19T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T21:30:37.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And three hours to spare too</title><summary type='text'>After four days of madness I got my Academic All Stars portfolio submitted. In the last few days I could feel my hair getting grayer and my life span shortening. Here's a day by day break down of the madness:Monday:I woke up lounged about until about 9:00. At about 9:00 I had a startling revelation: "Ok my portfolio is due Thursday... Thursday, Wednesday, Tuesday, Monday... THAT'S FOUR DAYS! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107724600992646365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107724600992646365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/02/and-three-hours-to-spare-too.html' title='And three hours to spare too'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107699479752808445</id><published>2004-02-16T21:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-17T18:10:31.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Soap Boxes, Fortune Cookies, and Mrs Robinson</title><summary type='text'>First all it would appear that I need climb on my soap box and edumacate the masses. Today I had yet another encounter with a PDF ignorant person. PDF stands for Portable Document Format the idea is that any computer in the world regardless of OS, or hardware can read a PDF. Please I beg of you download Acrobat Reader if you don't know what acrobat reader is or if you have a copy then you need a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107699479752808445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107699479752808445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/02/soap-boxes-fortune-cookies-and-mrs.html' title='Soap Boxes, Fortune Cookies, and &lt;a href=&quot;http://www.lyricsondemand.com/s/simonandgarfunkellyrics/mrsrobinsonlyrics.html&quot;&gt;Mrs Robinson&lt;/a&gt;'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-10766530124600599</id><published>2004-02-12T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T22:34:19.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An Act of desperation</title><summary type='text'>Single white male age 17 seeking female Prom date, must be at least a high school freshman, and no older than 20. A geek, nerd, or gamer would be nice but at this point all I ask is two legs and two arms (preferably in the standard configuration). I am willing to pay for dinner and other expenses (but not the dress). I’m in Portland, Oregon. I’m sorry to all the lucky ladies that live too far </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/10766530124600599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/10766530124600599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/02/act-of-desperation.html' title='An Act of desperation'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107647827479387435</id><published>2004-02-10T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-10T21:47:37.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The word of the day is "Banana"</title><summary type='text'>Straight from the mouth of quote master Andy to me, to youAndy: i've taken this banana crap from you long enoughAndy: no more, b*tchPeter: can I quote you on that?Andy: yesAnd so I am.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107647827479387435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107647827479387435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/02/word-of-day-is-banana.html' title='The word of the day is &quot;Banana&quot;'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107622876341302863</id><published>2004-02-08T00:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T00:28:28.653-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Things to do when bored</title><summary type='text'>Take any random hunk of text and translate it in to German, then the German in to French, and finally that back to English. The more slang and the worse the grammar the funnier, hence my blog turned out to be far funnier after being run through this process.Es gibt einen angerydachs in meinen Hosen</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107622876341302863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107622876341302863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/02/things-to-do-when-bored.html' title='Things to do when bored'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107622185189745990</id><published>2004-02-07T22:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T22:36:17.013-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Word of the Day is "Freshman"</title><summary type='text'>Well apparently 5 days is too long to go with out posting or so the local Blog Gestapo says. The connection to the title here being she's about as tall a freshman, and on a tangent: her mom says that she's "special" (Am I the only one who sees similarities between a full size van and a short bus?). (This set of carriage returns and line feeds is just for you Brad, so enjoy it)On to the meat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107622185189745990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107622185189745990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/02/word-of-day-is-freshman.html' title='The Word of the Day is &quot;Freshman&quot;'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107577406663120660</id><published>2004-02-02T18:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-02T18:17:07.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A day late and a dollar short, just as promised</title><summary type='text'>I told you all in my second post that things would be days late (at best), and I'm sticking by my word. This weekend was FBLA District Skills competition. Things went quite well, there was much slacking, eating, and 0wning to be done. Much to my annoyance I had to get up really early to meet to catch the bus. Said bus hauled us en mass to Concordia University. We picked up our folder thingys and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107577406663120660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107577406663120660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/02/day-late-and-dollar-short-just-as.html' title='A day late and a dollar short, just as promised'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107552979566804241</id><published>2004-01-30T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T22:19:23.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just in case you forgot</title><summary type='text'>I was out wandering the Internet as I'm so prone to do listening to Mc Frontalot. I'm sure all the regulars have heard these songs, but I'm the write here so I can post what ever I want. Firstly is the Penny Arcade theme song, as for the real meat of this post I'd like to draw your attention to the Front Masta's tribute to G.W Bush. Oh, and FBLA districts is tomorrow, more news on that tomorrow.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107552979566804241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107552979566804241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/01/just-in-case-you-forgot.html' title='Just in case you forgot'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107526000085591517</id><published>2004-01-27T19:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T19:22:26.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blackmail, eh?</title><summary type='text'>You see Lynsey has been dead set on blackmailling me for the last few days. You may be asking yourself just what dirt she has on me? Well I'll tell ya: in her barrage of online personality test she included this gem: "What kind of girl friend are you?". And if anybody cares I'm "the perfect girl friend". Now with the threat of blackmail removed I have important mockery to resume.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107526000085591517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107526000085591517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/01/blackmail-eh.html' title='Blackmail, eh?'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107506475656383243</id><published>2004-01-25T13:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T13:08:03.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A non-Linux Post!</title><summary type='text'>I know wipe the shock and disbelief off your face. I've found a new habit to pour all my time in to. I've had broadband internet for nearly a year now, and I just now finally got around to getting a B net account. I've begun operating out of the Lorderon (Us West) Gateway under the alias ProSlacker. I've stuck mostly to custom games to date, the main two being Tides of Blood (99m3 beta), and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107506475656383243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107506475656383243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/01/non-linux-post.html' title='A non-Linux Post!'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107472614259321717</id><published>2004-01-21T15:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T23:58:44.530-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Groan* If it's not one thing it's another</title><summary type='text'>I would just like to point out that the end of the semster is really stressful. I was stressed about my GPA untill I did some math to figure out that as long as I get two A's (which I have) my GPA won't slip below 3.26, so I'm less stressed about that, but... that stupid computer is going to kill me, I'm going to have an anyerism and I'm going die. ProFTPd can now find itself, the thing just flat</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107472614259321717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107472614259321717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/01/groan-if-its-not-one-thing-its-another.html' title='*Groan* If it&apos;s not one thing it&apos;s another'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107465875066450390</id><published>2004-01-20T20:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T21:50:08.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return of the King Cat</title><summary type='text'>I came, I saw, I Konquered. After much trouble, I managed to learn how to use the Linux command line text editor (VIM).  I found a tutorial on how to configure Xwindows from the command line, changed my resolution, and got my nice pretty GUI back. I feel much more confident about my Linux Command line skills, but at heart I still need my GUI. Someday though, someday my Unix scripts will take over</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107465875066450390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107465875066450390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/01/return-of-king-cat.html' title='The Return of the &lt;s&gt;King&lt;/s&gt; Cat'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107450286952352739</id><published>2004-01-19T01:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T02:03:50.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Like I said "I am root!"</title><summary type='text'>In addition to that I'm an idiot. I learned about a funtastic quirk of Xwindows the hard way, you see Xwindows will run at 1280 X 1024 but it won't boot to that resolution. So as it stands Lynx is semi-catatonic (command Line only) as I don't know enough Linux to get my GUI back. The computer fun doesn't end there, the Lynsey's Family's computer aka Lynsey's computer final died (R.I.P 1999-2004).</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107450286952352739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107450286952352739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/01/like-i-said-i-am-root.html' title='Like I said &quot;I am root!&quot;'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107429044329783539</id><published>2004-01-16T14:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T14:02:38.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I AM ROOT!</title><summary type='text'>I finally got the Lynx webserver built and running. It's running Mandrake Linux 9.2 with an Apache webserver. I plan on rolling the bulk of my blog over to Lynx after I get a static IP from Verizon, or shell out the bucks for a DDNS entry and a Domain. If anybody knows anything about either of these methods pipe up and let me know.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107429044329783539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107429044329783539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/01/i-am-root.html' title='I AM ROOT!'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107424015184723124</id><published>2004-01-16T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T00:06:46.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahh identity crisis! </title><summary type='text'>I just can't picture a church going hacker gamer real estate mogul college student. Which means I definitely can't pull it off. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107424015184723124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107424015184723124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/01/ahh-identity-crisis.html' title='Ahh identity crisis! '/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107414643396748133</id><published>2004-01-14T22:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T23:54:07.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An End to The Myth</title><summary type='text'>The last few days have been somewhat jarring to my view of the social hierarchy of Reynolds High School. I found myself conversing with a with a student body officer. For the first three years of my time at RHS any one who could wield enough popularity to be elected to student government was far too important to talk to the likes of me. With majority of Senior Mock Trial folks from last year </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107414643396748133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107414643396748133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/01/end-to-myth.html' title='An End to The Myth'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107392654261152472</id><published>2004-01-12T08:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T18:28:49.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Live From the Lab it's Monday Morning</title><summary type='text'>I came to inspect the "massive damage" which, it turned out, was located solely in C-5. The C-1 Lab is fine except that the plan to dry the building is to bake C-1 and let the heat radiate to the other rooms in the hall. It's down right oppressive in here right now. IT BURNS!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107392654261152472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107392654261152472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/01/live-from-lab-its-monday-morning.html' title='Live From the Lab it&apos;s Monday Morning'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107369426654628165</id><published>2004-01-09T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T08:46:24.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*RAWR!* Stupid weather!</title><summary type='text'>The weather around here was been really cold, and really messed up. We had some snow last week from which I built my igloo (see below posts). Then I went camping in Washington by the Lewis river, in the snow. This was a good trip, we played firsbe in the snow it was quite the spectical, nobody could stay on there feet. Later that evening after the sun when down we played football in the dark wit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107369426654628165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107369426654628165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/01/rawr-stupid-weather.html' title='*RAWR!* Stupid weather!'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107331878796065925</id><published>2004-01-05T08:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T08:06:47.243-08:00</updated><title type='text'>*Groan*</title><summary type='text'>I have to go back to school today, and quite frankly I really don't want to. School really cuts in to my sleeping and chatting/gaming time. Not to mention that it's really cold outside, really cold (Last I checked it was 23 degrees outside). Even with all this cold it's not snowing, sleeting, or freezing rain. Any of those things would prevent me from going to school, but no it's just really cold</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107331878796065925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107331878796065925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/01/groan.html' title='*Groan*'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107305694832541440</id><published>2004-01-02T07:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T07:31:46.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Alive!</title><summary type='text'>I slept outside lastnight, and it didn't go as well I had planned, the main problem was the fact that it had rained, and started melting my igloo around me. Everything was fine untill sometime around midnight when the stakes holding my door shut came loose because of melted snow around them. There wasn't much I could do about it as I would get wet if I got out of my sleeping bag to do anything </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107305694832541440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107305694832541440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/01/im-alive.html' title='I&apos;m Alive!'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6026422.post-107301014752506545</id><published>2004-01-01T18:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-02T07:23:07.643-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow, Sleep, and the combination there of</title><summary type='text'>It snowed again. I looked outside at my sister's feeble attempt at a snow fort, it was a little wall about 6 inches high and maybe a foot long, and said to myself, I can do better than that. So I put on my new wool pants and some fleece and set out to build a snow fort worthy of such a title. I got a recycling bin and started making some bricks. In turn my father looked at my attempt a snow fort </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107301014752506545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6026422/posts/default/107301014752506545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://proslacker.blogspot.com/2004/01/snow-sleep-and-combination-there-of.html' title='Snow, Sleep, and the combination there of'/><author><name>Pete</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/14036167177562813710</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
