<?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-7297200</id><updated>2012-02-07T13:29:32.952-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Datapike.com Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>This blog is to share my random thoughts and occasionally track my life.  Enjoy the insights.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07637750707242675109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>43</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-610558067935059728</id><published>2009-08-14T01:43:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-08-14T01:45:10.698-04:00</updated><title type='text'>new blog</title><content type='html'>I have wandered over to Wordpress and have created a new blog.  Primarily for all the recipes and such that I've been discovering and trying recently.  Here it is: &lt;a href="http://datapike.wordpress.com"&gt;datapike.wordpress.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-610558067935059728?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://datapike.wordpress.com' title='new blog'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/610558067935059728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=610558067935059728' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/610558067935059728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/610558067935059728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/2009/08/new-blog.html' title='new blog'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07637750707242675109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-3987399882471933622</id><published>2009-03-17T13:16:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T13:22:09.464-04:00</updated><title type='text'>links for robbie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ebaymotors/_Car-Truck-Parts-Accessories__93-96-HONDA-PRELUDE-2-2-VTEC-HEAD-GASKET-SET-H22A1-H22A_W0QQitemZ350139449783QQadiZ2865QQadnZCarQ20Q26Q20TruckQ20PartsQ20Q26Q20AccessoriesQQcmdZViewItemQQptZMotors_Car_Truck_Parts_Accessories?_trksid=p4506.m20.l1116"&gt;93-96 HONDA PRELUDE 2.2 VTEC HEAD GASKET SET H22A1 H22A&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ebaymotors/_Car-Truck-Parts-Accessories__HONDA-PRELUDE-VTEC-93-96-H22A-HEAD-GASKET-SET-HHSH22_W0QQitemZ370158720582QQadiZ2865QQadnZCarQ20Q26Q20TruckQ20PartsQ20Q26Q20AccessoriesQQcmdZViewItemQQptZMotors_Car_Truck_Parts_Accessories?hash=item370158720582&amp;amp;_trksid=p4506.c0.m245&amp;amp;_trkparms=72%3A1171%7C65%3A12%7C39%3A1%7C240%3A1318"&gt;HONDA PRELUDE VTEC 93-96 H22A HEAD GASKET SET HHSH22&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ebaymotors/HONDA-PRELUDE-VTEC-H22A-COMPLETE-FULL-GASKET-SET-HFSH22_W0QQcmdZViewItemQQ_trksidZp4634Q2ec0Q2em14Q2el1262QQhashZitem130286132614QQitemZ130286132614QQptZMotorsQ5fCarQ5fTruckQ5fPartsQ5fAccessories"&gt;HONDA PRELUDE VTEC H22A COMPLETE FULL GASKET SET HFSH22&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eportuning.com/93-96-Honda-Prelude-Si-p5434681.html"&gt;93-96 Honda Prelude Si DOHC 16V Vtec H22A1 Head Gasket Set&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also found these, don't know if they are of interest to you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ebaymotors/_Car-Truck-Parts-Accessories__HONDA-PRELUDE-Vtec-ENGINE-REBUILD-KIT-HEKH22_W0QQitemZ370124582977QQadiZ2865QQadnZCarQ20Q26Q20TruckQ20PartsQ20Q26Q20AccessoriesQQcmdZViewItemQQptZMotors_Car_Truck_Parts_Accessories?hash=item370124582977&amp;amp;_trksid=p4506.c0.m245&amp;amp;_trkparms=72%3A1171%7C65%3A12%7C39%3A1%7C240%3A1318"&gt;HONDA PRELUDE Vtec ENGINE REBUILD KIT HEKH22&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/ebaymotors/_Car-Truck-Parts-Accessories__HONDA-92-97-Prelude-ENGINE-BEARING-KIT-HBKH22_W0QQitemZ130269140522QQadiZ2865QQadnZCarQ20Q26Q20TruckQ20PartsQ20Q26Q20AccessoriesQQcmdZViewItemQQptZMotors_Car_Truck_Parts_Accessories?hash=item130269140522&amp;amp;_trksid=p4506.c0.m245&amp;amp;_trkparms=72%3A1171%7C65%3A12%7C39%3A1%7C240%3A1318"&gt;HONDA 92-97 Prelude ENGINE BEARING KIT HBKH22&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-3987399882471933622?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/3987399882471933622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=3987399882471933622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/3987399882471933622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/3987399882471933622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/2009/03/links-for-robbie.html' title='links for robbie'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07637750707242675109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-9189395344405746439</id><published>2008-11-24T18:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-24T18:17:30.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>no child left behind ftl</title><content type='html'>I finally just got caught up a bit with my web comics, and stumbled upon the linked forum post by the writer of &lt;a href="http://leasticoulddo.com"&gt;Least I Could Do&lt;/a&gt; and &lt;a href="http://lfgcomic.com"&gt;Looking For Group&lt;/a&gt;, Ryan Sohmer.  Here is my posted reply:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You really want to know what kids are learning in DC and Baltimore schools? I live in Maryland and go to a Baltimore college. I've seen it. It's absolutely heinous. I volunteered to tutor high school kids from Baltimore City schools last year and most of them couldn't do basic math. Now when I say 'basic' I mean basic. They were completely reliant on calculators. Most couldn't even add two single digit numbers together, let alone divide anything. No one ever taught them long division. Yet, these kids were getting A's in their classes. Additionally, the English program allows them to write papers with slang and racial slurs. And trying to teach them anything is like beating your head against a brick wall. &lt;img src="http://forums.leasticoulddo.com/style_emoticons/default/wallbash.gif" style="vertical-align: middle;" emoid=":banghead:" alt="wallbash.gif" border="0" /&gt; I can only wonder how the teachers feel about all this. They are probably just as frustrated with them. That or they too can only do math with a calculator and don't know how to use proper grammar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GAH!!!  So ridiculous!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, you wanted to know, and there you have it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/rant&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  ~  Datapike&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-9189395344405746439?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://forums.leasticoulddo.com/index.php?s=&amp;showtopic=27018&amp;view=findpost&amp;p=1060623924' title='no child left behind ftl'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/9189395344405746439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=9189395344405746439' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/9189395344405746439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/9189395344405746439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/2008/11/no-child-left-behind-ftl.html' title='no child left behind ftl'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07637750707242675109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-8104949502266928330</id><published>2008-11-12T12:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T12:41:39.652-05:00</updated><title type='text'>the wonderful world of web</title><content type='html'>So I had to write a paper last night.  An easy task for it was a mere page, though single spaced.  Well I get back from class at a little before 10 and I didn't sleep until 130.  What in the world, you may ask, could I have been doing to take 3 hours to write a paper?  Well to sum it up, the interwebs. &lt;br /&gt;It is a very distracting and fickle thing, you see.  I stumble onto it for a minute to check the usual things, email, bank, school, etc., and then end up surfing away on an seemingly unending ocean of information.  The interwebs were answering my every whim, but what it didn't do was write my paper for me.  Granted, a bit of me was putting off the paper because of the sole fact that it was about rape.   Not exactly the most cheerful subject, I know.  But also, the ADD part of my brain decided to go a little bit insane last night.  I was going to complete my storyboard for one of my animation classes too, but well, suffice it to say, that didn't happen.&lt;br /&gt;On a lighter note, my 3D animation class went fairly well today.  He actually showed us how to do a bit more in Maya and it was indeed helpful.  Yay for NURBS. &lt;br /&gt;Also, I'm supposedly having an interview today in about 30 minutes but I have yet to receive confirmation that such meeting is actually taking place today.  I suppose I'll go up there regardless and see if there is anyone to talk to.  Bah.  Oh well.  If it results in a second job then whoo-hoo!  I just hope it doesn't kill me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-8104949502266928330?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/8104949502266928330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=8104949502266928330' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/8104949502266928330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/8104949502266928330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/2008/11/wonderful-world-of-web.html' title='the wonderful world of web'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07637750707242675109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-4236040268930529573</id><published>2008-11-10T17:01:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T17:13:24.304-05:00</updated><title type='text'>catchup</title><content type='html'>I know I haven't posted in a long time, but I've been busy as hell.  I found a job at the end of July in an electrical company doing desk work.  It's been pretty good, but the fact that I'm now back at college, I'm not working full-time and therefore not getting enough money.  Causally, since I'm doing 19 credits and working 20ish hours a week.... I'm not sleeping much.  Ironically enough, we are now talking about sleep disorders in my Psych class.  So frickin tired.  Hungry too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Jared and I are starting on a diet, but I don't know how it's going to go.  A big problem is that I don't have time to make salads and such, nor any kind of food that isn't room temperature, but also that I can't afford to buy healthyish food while at the Commons.  I hope he does better than he was, because I know how much he really wants to get in shape.  I think it's great, but I know it's gonna be a long road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, class is out.  Hopefully I'll be posting more often from now on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-4236040268930529573?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/4236040268930529573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=4236040268930529573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/4236040268930529573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/4236040268930529573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/2008/11/catchup.html' title='catchup'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07637750707242675109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-8166707366754282059</id><published>2008-05-21T18:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-21T19:03:40.549-04:00</updated><title type='text'>shopping cart the homicidal maniac</title><content type='html'>I was leaving the arena after working on today's comic books and it was raining lightly.  By the time I got to my car, the wind was pushing me back and pelting me in the face with rain.  But once I got into the car the windshield suddenly filled with water as the rain turned into buckets pouring down from the sky.  I saw a single shopping cart rolling slowly across the parking lot, pushed by the wind and rain, and just started laughing my ass off.  Then three more followed its lead and I decided it was no longer safe to have my car sit in that lot.  It was a tad ridiculous really.  Maybe they just wanted out of their metal corral so they could roll wild and free.  Silly little things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-8166707366754282059?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/8166707366754282059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=8166707366754282059' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/8166707366754282059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/8166707366754282059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/2008/05/shopping-cart-homicidal-maniac.html' title='shopping cart the homicidal maniac'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07637750707242675109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-8487333661033513044</id><published>2008-05-15T16:10:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-17T11:53:11.824-04:00</updated><title type='text'>vestigial makes the world go round</title><content type='html'>vestigial limbs:&lt;br /&gt;Beware the whale walkers!&lt;br /&gt;These large creatures seem docile and harmless during the day, but by night they creep onto dry land and abduct people and creatures to take them to their watery grave from which they shall never return.  How can they do this you ask?  Well they have vestigial legs left over from when they once walked on land all the time.  With these, in conjunction with their fins, they move themselves across the earth and drag their unsuspecting prey off to the depths of the sea.  So don't go out at night if you live near a seacoast, because you never know when the whale walkers will get you.&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vestigial sex:&lt;br /&gt;Diego Rivera's sexual endeavors were also vestigial and meaningless.  He was a player of his time, very incompetent but not impotent, blindingly clearly not even, because he had sex with many people with reckless abandon.  But he did have a tendency to think he was slightly omnipotent and that his paintings were better than many others and regardless of the fact that his stuff looked nothing like it, he insisted his work was rooted in Mayan and Aztec art.  Lies.&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mixing the two:&lt;br /&gt;Tyrannosaurus Rex's had vestigial arms which couldn't reach out to do anything.  Which makes me think, how could they have sex without their arms to balance?  This also brought an interesting image into my head - tyrannosaurus sex - a new position where you keep your arms curled up and don't use them, but that could always be misconstrued as S/M depending on how it's done, maybe with the arms bound in some way to make them curled up as such.  But who cares really if it is considered naughty, when the world runs on sex and despite what people say, they always have it on their minds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-8487333661033513044?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/8487333661033513044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=8487333661033513044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/8487333661033513044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/8487333661033513044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/2008/05/vestigial-makes-world-go-round.html' title='vestigial makes the world go round'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07637750707242675109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-6688446114358942262</id><published>2008-05-13T15:31:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:28:28.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'>playful cat fight or homicide attempt?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hmLFIw6O2OI/SCnsv5iuI-I/AAAAAAAAADM/qSw1ZPyhAwo/s1600-h/a39d8f1dad40d1b96176305b7231d617.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hmLFIw6O2OI/SCnsv5iuI-I/AAAAAAAAADM/qSw1ZPyhAwo/s400/a39d8f1dad40d1b96176305b7231d617.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199947552420406242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The photographer claims that this is a mere playfight, but Anubis is so much larger than Butch, though only 4 weeks older.  Clearly this picture can be interpreted in different ways by varying people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Religious types - Anubis is the great decider, he deems if you should go to heaven or the underworld.  Since the other's name is Butch, it could be assumed that represents lesbians and how they are guilty of sin to God and deserve to be punished for their heathen ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perverts - Clearly the larger cat is sexually molesting the smaller.  Pedophilic feline.   Must be Catholic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4chan - kittah butt secks!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-6688446114358942262?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/6688446114358942262/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=6688446114358942262' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/6688446114358942262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/6688446114358942262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/2008/05/playful-cat-fight-or-homicide-attempt.html' title='playful cat fight or homicide attempt?'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07637750707242675109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_hmLFIw6O2OI/SCnsv5iuI-I/AAAAAAAAADM/qSw1ZPyhAwo/s72-c/a39d8f1dad40d1b96176305b7231d617.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-1023539457632527108</id><published>2008-05-08T15:05:00.008-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T17:31:50.178-04:00</updated><title type='text'>sex is between the legs and gender is between the ears...oral sex is both</title><content type='html'>I thought that when I came to college that things would be different.  I came here thinking that the people would be more mature, smarter, and actually want to be here since they chose to be.  I was wrong.  People still talk in class, there is no respect, and no one has any sort of threshold for silence.  I've always felt like I was more mature than those around me and that I always have been older than my age, but it's even worse now.  When I was 12 I felt 15, when 16, I felt 20, and now at almost 20, I feel 28.  That's a big jump.  But it's not just me, it's also those around me.  The people here seem 15 and they're 20 or more mostly.  I just don't understand how society has regressed this much in just a matter of years.  I hate it.  The thing is though, it's probably the same anywhere in the US.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have always felt out of place and have never felt comfortable in my skin, but I thought it would eventually even out, but no.  The same phenomenon has occurred in my relationships.  The range has gone from 17 when I was 14, 23 when I was 16, 27 when 18, and now 34 at 19.  It's astounding.  I'm not even sure why it's happened, but I've found that the people I hang around are usually of an older crowd, and increasingly so in the past few years.  All because the people my age are absolutely, wonderfully, tarded.  And I hate them.  Even now, most of my best friends are around 22 to 26 at school and 28 to 35 back home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of those I surround myself with, no matter the situation, people still think I'm about 24, especially when around the 30's crowd.  I'm not complaining, because I hate my actual age - there's too much stigma to the word 'teenager' and I can't wait til I turn 20 so it will be slightly easier, and then 21 so that it will be official by law that I am actually an adult and have all the same rights as everyone else.  That is the only thing in my life that I cannot change - my age - and it is the most detrimental.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I suppose that is just how life is, but I can't help but wonder how different things would be if I had been born several years earlier so that I'd actually be with the generation to which I belong.  My parents were raised a certain way, and that was an old-fashioned, but respectful and wholesome way.    I was raised in a world with respect for your elders as well as your peers, politeness, and little money.  A world without sexism, racism, and cursing.  At around 14 I was exposed to all three of these when I entered the workforce.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kids today are raised by day care centers, their parents see them on nights and weekends, and once they get into a school where they have homework, the parents are too busy to try to help them with it, hence the 'no child left behind' tactic. When a kid can't do the work, you just push him through to the next grade so that no one fails.  It makes them think it's okay to be mediocre and to not put any effort into studying or anything for that matter.  It allows parents to be lazy and go to work for 45 hours a week, ignoring family responsibilities, and thinking that 80k is not enough to live on, so they both work and stay away from home.  And another thing - children - most parents today only have them because they got pregnant in high school and decide it's a better idea to keep the kid, &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;maybe&lt;/span&gt; get married, and then destroy the rest of their lives.  One decision by one person can rip apart 3 people or more these days - all because they make the wrong choice and decide that it's okay to have a child when you're 18, unemployed, unskilled, and alone.  Well here's a newsflash for you: it's not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My high school class had about 5 or 600 people in it when we were freshman, and by the time graduation rolled around, there were about 400, if that.  The reason for this precipitous decline? Teen pregnancy, drugs, guns, and drinking.  They all made stupid decisions and dropped out, got themselves expelled, or killed.  You'd think it would be sad, but no, it's just pathetic.  So many young lives ruined because of poor decisions brought about by poor raising.  Their parents were about 45 then, many who got pregnant very young, possibly in high school, and they come from an age of free love, disrespect, and drugs.  They were rebels and didn't listen to anything their parents told them.  So I don't blame the parents born before 1950, because it wasn't their fault, and well, that's the age my parents came from.  They learned how to raise children properly and prevented the 'baby boomers' influence from ever poisoning my bloodline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of my upbringing, I have an odd aversion to drunken parties and drugs, I mean I dabbled briefly in the rebellious arts, but learned that it's really not all it's cracked up to be.  And even without those things I am a fun person to hang out with, I have better, truer friends, and have nothing to hide from my parents.  That's a large factor with kids not respecting their parents today too - they keep so many secrets from them and do all these stupid things.  It's nonsense honestly.  They think they can run around and do whatever they want and get away with it.  Then someday the real world will hit them in the face like a ton of bricks and they'll realize that they really should have listened to their parents and wish that they had some kind of actual skills to be able to make it in the world.  But then again, that's what the food service industry is for.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-1023539457632527108?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/1023539457632527108/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=1023539457632527108' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/1023539457632527108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/1023539457632527108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/2008/05/sex-is-between-legs-and-gender-is.html' title='sex is between the legs and gender is between the ears...oral sex is both'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07637750707242675109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-4923314931363802140</id><published>2008-05-04T17:51:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T11:16:10.268-04:00</updated><title type='text'>serrated knives are like anal sex</title><content type='html'>both cause ripping and tearing&lt;br /&gt;both are painful&lt;br /&gt;if you try hard enough you can kill someone with either&lt;br /&gt;       *death by buttsex*&lt;br /&gt;both take a certain skill to use correctly&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-4923314931363802140?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-2303052616546222053</id><published>2008-05-01T15:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T19:11:31.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'>html is the foreplay of coding</title><content type='html'>javascript - experimentation&lt;br /&gt;actionscript - bad handjob&lt;br /&gt;C - cherry breaker&lt;br /&gt;java - headache&lt;br /&gt;basic - missionary&lt;br /&gt;perl - doggy style&lt;br /&gt;php - threesome&lt;br /&gt;lisp - blowjob&lt;br /&gt;cobol - anal&lt;br /&gt;python - patriot act&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-2303052616546222053?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/2303052616546222053/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-5640532430573229955</id><published>2008-04-29T14:50:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T15:13:00.346-04:00</updated><title type='text'>good til the last drop - then it sucks</title><content type='html'>beer&lt;br /&gt;coffee&lt;br /&gt;unprotected sex&lt;br /&gt;morphine&lt;br /&gt;bungee jumping&lt;br /&gt;xkcd comics that pertain to love&lt;br /&gt;peeing until you realize you forgot to sit down&lt;br /&gt;public masturbation without a cleanup method&lt;br /&gt;using hot tubs in cold weather&lt;br /&gt;bigamy&lt;br /&gt;water in the desert&lt;br /&gt;fending off wolves with meat&lt;br /&gt;faulty bombs&lt;br /&gt;doing donuts in a parking lot... with cars in it&lt;br /&gt;skydiving&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-7972434890324737721</id><published>2008-03-13T19:26:00.005-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T20:08:52.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>If at first you don't succeed...</title><content type='html'>skydiving isn't for you.&lt;br /&gt;suicide isn't fatal.&lt;br /&gt;never trust a bungee.&lt;br /&gt;try community college first.&lt;br /&gt;make sure you're on the pill.&lt;br /&gt;never get married.&lt;br /&gt;turning gay might be safer.&lt;br /&gt;try lube next time.&lt;br /&gt;don't play with fire.&lt;br /&gt;avoid oceans.&lt;br /&gt;rock-climbing is a bad idea.&lt;br /&gt;don't make sushi.&lt;br /&gt;golfing in the rain is shocking.&lt;br /&gt;highways need more exp.&lt;br /&gt;don't play real-life Frogger.&lt;br /&gt;the chicken is better than you.&lt;br /&gt;it crossed the road because you fail.&lt;br /&gt;the cake is still a lie.&lt;br /&gt;keep cucumbers away from turkeys.&lt;br /&gt;start on the bunny slope.&lt;br /&gt;always wear protection.&lt;br /&gt;helmets are your friend.&lt;br /&gt;alligator wrestling is stupid.&lt;br /&gt;stay on backroads when biking.&lt;br /&gt;take up art.&lt;br /&gt;just cop out and get lipo.&lt;br /&gt;salad's not gonna cut it.&lt;br /&gt;treadmills aren't for you.&lt;br /&gt;you won't get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;don't bother running.&lt;br /&gt;a cucumber is better at covering its tracks.&lt;br /&gt;change majors.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-7972434890324737721?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/7972434890324737721/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=7972434890324737721' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/7972434890324737721'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/7972434890324737721'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/2008/03/if-at-first-you-dont-succeed.html' title='If at first you don&apos;t succeed...'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07637750707242675109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-1242182701823129583</id><published>2007-12-18T21:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-12-22T14:00:10.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'>milk</title><content type='html'>so i just found out something that i never in my life intended to learn:&lt;br /&gt;even when still sealed from the store and refrigerated, milk goes bad.&lt;br /&gt;the sell by date was today, which means the milk should have been good til next week.&lt;br /&gt;but no.&lt;br /&gt;i opened it a few moments ago to have with the cookies and brownies i procured from the lobby, and was met by a gross, putrid, nearly vomit enducing smell.&lt;br /&gt;i don't know when i'll be able to drink milk again, but it won't be anytime soon.  i'm having issues just looking at milk products right now.  damnit.&lt;br /&gt;arg, blarg, and damn.&lt;br /&gt;oh and the youtube account of mine is finally functional.  &lt;a href="http://youtube.com/datapike"&gt;http://youtube.com/datapike&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;data out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-1242182701823129583?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/1242182701823129583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=1242182701823129583' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/1242182701823129583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/1242182701823129583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/2007/12/milk.html' title='milk'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07637750707242675109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-7120782458816886776</id><published>2007-06-12T01:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-12T02:01:33.345-04:00</updated><title type='text'>McMahon's Fiery End</title><content type='html'>tonight on raw, as many of you already know, vince mcmahon's limo exploded as he got into it to leave from what was supposed to be a fun and appreciative night.  it went sour with all the negativity from the wrestlers and everyone giving him crap tonight.  i'm concerned that this may not be faked.  i know a lot of people didnt like him, and even i didnt care for him, but i never thought someone would go as far as this.  i hope for the sake of the wwe that this is just another dramatic stunt for attention and audience grabbing.  if Vince is dead, then i hope his soul rests in peace from this day on, if not, then it was a bad stunt just for the hell of it.  if he has been killed, then this is serious business and the entire wwe may shut down in the next few years, and that will be a shame.  goodbye vince, i hope you're still around, but if not, then may you rest well.  you deserve it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-7120782458816886776?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/7120782458816886776/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=7120782458816886776' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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bell, and then we planned on just driving around randomly to relax.  well after grabbing some food, we started talking about test driving a car.  i wanted to drive a prius of course b/c it's amazing and incredibly hybrid.  then the idea was presented to get an element and drive it somewhere to park and...hehe....yeah...so anyway though...so we went to the toyota dealership to get my prius fix for the day and within about 15 minutes of bullshitting the apparently  newbie salesman, i was inside the prius, ready to drive my heart out.  but there was one little bump along the road...he got in with us.  he started telling me how to drive the car and would not shut up until i turned the AC on b/c he was hot.  so it pissed me off that he not only was telling me what to do, but that he had gotten in the car with me, which means our test drive was really just a stressful spin around the parking lot and very uneventful.  it made me worry what would happen when we went to a honda dealership for the element whenever we decided to go there.  if the guy gets in the element with us i may have to slay him.  that being said, i shall go back to paying slight attention in class or leaving apparently, so that's great. &lt;br /&gt;well, that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;data out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-5876992549706093582?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/5876992549706093582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=5876992549706093582' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/5876992549706093582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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being vertical again.  and without considering the other possiblilities of what i could have said, i exclaimed the afformentioned title. &lt;br /&gt;off to work on my portrait project with my very intense coffee.  i am drawing ulrich.  woot!&lt;br /&gt;data out.&lt;br /&gt;for now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-3793556252078373425?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/3793556252078373425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=3793556252078373425' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/3793556252078373425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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too.  night all.&lt;br /&gt;data out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-5325568220282617622?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/5325568220282617622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=5325568220282617622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/5325568220282617622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/5325568220282617622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/2007/04/42.html' title='42'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07637750707242675109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-6543593069413248517</id><published>2007-04-25T12:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-27T12:04:53.894-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pjs unite</title><content type='html'>i have declared it pajama day.  i have enlisted a few of my friends to follow suit.  this should be interesting when we all get to class today.  on a side note, at 6pm (est) tonight, the Rayne Summers radio show returns on talkshoe.  go to licd.com for more info if interested.  they will field questions and it's sure to be a hoot.&lt;br /&gt;i'm sitting here now enjoying my morning coffee and ramen while doing my daily web comic readings.  i've started to get into this habit, and i really cant argue with it, it's not unhealthy and it's fun.  better for me than smoking or drinking that is.&lt;br /&gt;and lastly, battlestar galactica is an awesome show.  hands down.  i recently got pulled into the group of my friends that watches it, and i enjoy it.  especially the game we have with "frack it"  thats always hilarious.&lt;br /&gt;well, that's all for now.&lt;br /&gt;data out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-6543593069413248517?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/6543593069413248517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=6543593069413248517' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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for the fact that i was feeling awful and still tired when i woke up, and even after a nap i was still tired and then my stomach hurt insanely.  so that sucked a bunch, but i'm feeling better even though i'm still tired and generally just blah.&lt;br /&gt;going to eat some food now...mmm..quesadillas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;data out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-7320191000550879254?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/7320191000550879254/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=7320191000550879254' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/7320191000550879254'/><link rel='self' 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this beauty for a few moments on my break from class just now.  i needed a break from the assignment and i wanted a breath of the chilly april air.   i actually finished my paper for english today before i even went to spanish, so woot woot!  i chose a surprising topic and wrote an astounding 6 pages on it...well over the 4 page minimum.  so back to the grind of class again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;data out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-2622481996012843852?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/2622481996012843852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=2622481996012843852' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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slots for my other job, but i wasnt needed there, so i had a bit of time where i just sorta laid around and felt depressed or tired.  friday was the thirteenth and would have been my and brad's eighteen month anniversary.  i was doing well all day b/c denny was trying to keep me happy and keep my mind off of it.  but that got shot to hell when brad texted me....but enough angst and depression.&lt;br /&gt;i've discovered some really cool progs for mac:&lt;br /&gt;- google desktop&lt;br /&gt;- sticky windows&lt;br /&gt;- cunning fox&lt;br /&gt;- filegazer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you can learn about them and download some at&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://lnx.donelleschi.com/Donelleschi_Software/Face/Face2.php?pag=19_"&gt;http://lnx.donelleschi.com/Donelleschi_Software/Face/Face2.php?pag=19_&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;food time.&lt;br /&gt;data out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-117648803045465766</id><published>2007-04-13T14:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T21:17:41.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>zippity do dah zippity day, negros are inferior in everyway</title><content type='html'>animation....is weird....&lt;br /&gt;i'm not racist.&lt;br /&gt;that is all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-117648803045465766?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/117648803045465766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=117648803045465766' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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fun</title><content type='html'>have you ever noticed how crisp the air is after it rains?  everything seems clearer and brighter and there is a nice moist feel to the ground under your feet. &lt;br /&gt;i just got out of spanish class and it had apparently rained while i was in there, because i emerged from the dark steps of the MP building and was greeted by a clearer sky and brighter feelings.  it's funny how much something little and seemingly insignificant like the weather can affect your mood.  at least it does for me.  earlier, it had been cloudy and overcast and generally dark and gloomy, so it had been kinda gray when i left for class.  but within an hour and a half, it changed so much and so did my mood. &lt;br /&gt;i had gone into the classroom nervous and anxious about the writing test, but came out of it relieved and content, as if a weight had been lifted from my shoulders.  i felt so much better and so much more positive about life, and not my usual positive in the fact that i'm positive the world hates me or something as such, but a pure and amazing positive aspect on life.  that maybe i'm &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;not&lt;/span&gt; going to die alone, and maybe i &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;can&lt;/span&gt; be something good in this world.  also that maybe, just maybe, i'm not as royally screwed over in life as i thought i was.  or maybe i'm just high on endorphins or something.  who the hell knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*if anyone knows where the title of this post is from, i salute you*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that is all.&lt;br /&gt;data out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-117641406573342474?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/117641406573342474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-117623143196785081</id><published>2007-04-10T14:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T23:54:35.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>in the news</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/04/03/school.sex.ap/index.html"&gt;Sex in our schools&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this is insane.  sohmer comments at licd.com:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;I believe that in today's ever increasing competitive environment, it's not as easy being a kid as it maybe once was. I believe that children are indoctrinated at a very young age to plan and obsess about their future, whatever that may be. I believe that from out of the womb, they're forced into a situation where they need to work hard, study hard, to get the good grades, to get into the good colleges, to get the good jobs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being one who believes strongly in hard work, part of me applauds this mentality, and this driving force that's being instilled into the next generation. I'd much rather see them struggling to become tomorrow's lawyers, doctors and comic strip writers than waiting at the welfare office for a check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That said, I also believe quite firmly that kids should have the opportunity to be kids. At 10 years old, they should not have to spend 8 hours in school only to be followed by another 6 hours of homework. They should be able to play, to go outside, to hang out with their friends, waste hours on stupid video games, find out what happens when you down 5 pixie sticks in a very short amount of period, build forts, discover the joy of Lego, watch Lord of the Rings and all 6 Star Wars in one sitting…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 year olds should not suffer from stress. They should be kids. They should play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While being overworked and overburdened is a massive issue, it's not really the one I wanted to address today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sean was kind enough to send me over &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2007/US/04/03/school.sex.ap/index.html" target="_blank"&gt;this link to a CNN Story&lt;/a&gt; that I somehow missed in my hourly trolling. He was curious as to what I thought about it, as someone who may write/talk about sex from time to time…very rarely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And my thoughts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Please note that I generally am of the mind that using coarse language frequently is a sign of a poor vocabulary, yet I do think it serves its purpose well in the following sentence.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think its fucking twisted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 year olds having sex is a product of a diseased society, of a society where parents are not spending enough time with their children, where sexual education is severely lacking in the bible thumping states, where the so-called tween celebrities consist of Paris Hilton, Linsday Lohan and the always wonderful role model Britney Spears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The real issue here, folks, is that kids are growing up too damn quickly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 year olds should not be having sex. They should be kids. They should play.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With their clothes on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;yay sohmer, co-creator of Licd and the brilliant Rayne Summers&lt;br /&gt;i figure that's enough sad on that, and i don't really feel like commenting much on it, it's just the fact that ten year olds should NOT have sex!  ok.  that's all on that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and in honor of easter:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pimpthatsnack.com/project.php?projectID=302&amp;amp;pageID=1"&gt;Cadbury Pimp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so amazing.... i wanna do it now... hehe 10000 calories...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-117623143196785081?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/117623143196785081/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=117623143196785081' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/117623143196785081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/117623143196785081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/2007/04/in-news.html' title='in the news'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07637750707242675109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-117622511212806871</id><published>2007-04-10T13:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T13:12:54.233-04:00</updated><title type='text'>foggy</title><content type='html'>well the foggy feeling has returned once again. i'm not sure how it went away before exactly, it just kinda fixed itself, so now i'm screwed once again. i think i have a spanish test in 3 hours and maybe an online chat due...i have no idea....damnit. i'm sitting in the commuter lounge at school and there has not been a single person who has talked to me this whole time. i passed by a group of people at the grill and realized that it was a group of practically everyone on my floor, and none of them said hi. none even looked at me, so i kept walking. i ate by myself, then relocated and now sit typing and drinking my raspberry tea, alone. wow. that sounds really depressing. the microwave makes very annoying beeping sounds and is loud enough for me to hear while over 25 feet away. of course, so are the people that are gathered and talking about 15 feet from me. how can people work here, honestly, i just dont get it. one guy, the only one i know just wandered away from the group and onto the elevator...interesting...he didnt even say goodbye to them. but this isnt really his normal group, so i suppose he feels a bit like me when i'm with the patapsco group. well i should head back to my room, as there is no one here of interest to me and i need to charge my now dead phone, since i couldnt charge it while passed out in denny's room last night...yeah definitely fell asleep watching tv and woke up at like 915 this morning...brilliant... so now i must take my leave. i'll be going to the gym later hopefully and maybe tomorrow too, considering i wont have time on weekends anymore. alright, thats it, i'm done. data out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;quote of the moment: it's fine, just don't make fireballs in the commons&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-117622511212806871?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/117622511212806871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=117622511212806871' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/117622511212806871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/117622511212806871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/2007/04/foggy.html' title='foggy'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07637750707242675109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-117615581735893654</id><published>2007-04-09T17:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T13:05:08.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'>south park</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/pro/profiles/southpark/"&gt;http://www.apple.com/pro/profiles/southpark/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this was interesting.  all this time i've watched south park and never knew that they actually kept such a tight schedule.  it's kind of amazing when you get right down to it.  the people must be hard workers and prolly get paid sooo much money for that kind of schedule and amount of work.  and the fact that they are aired the day they're delivered..wow...  so that explains some of the crappier episodes at least.  they never have time to think of anything.  but when they get a good one, man they do it right.  and to get it all done, they use macs.  awesome.  they certainly are more reliable in that department at least.  yay for macs.  they dont crash when one app goes down, just the app gets restarted b/c it's based on unix/linux.  taht's why they switched. the animations are still retaining their old style though and they have to make it purposefully jumpy now instead of making the transitions and movements smooth.  thats sounds crazy, but it keeps the original feel of the construction paper cutouts.  thanks to south park studios for all their hard work.  they truly have affected america in a unique way.   they've been creating for 10 years and they're still going strong, here's to 10 more years!  Thank you SPS.  Thank you for all the laughs.  Keep up the good work.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-117615581735893654?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='related' href='http://www.apple.com/pro/profiles/southpark/' title='south park'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/117615581735893654/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=117615581735893654' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/117615581735893654'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/117615581735893654'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/2007/04/south-park.html' title='south park'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07637750707242675109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-117604635643313547</id><published>2007-04-08T11:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-08T11:32:36.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'>easter</title><content type='html'>I'm home for easter today and won't be back to school til later tonight.  Happy Easter to everyone, and if you don't celebrate just because you're not christian or whatever, well, neither am I.  Please don't knock people's practices regardless of their religion, it's really not a big deal and we're all just human.  We may have different beliefs, but we're all inherently the same.  So whether you hold an egghunt,  dye eggs, eat ham, go to church, or nothing at all, enjoy this day of rest and try to appreciate the peace of one ot the few days like this we have.  Happy Easter all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-117604635643313547?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/117604635643313547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=117604635643313547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/117604635643313547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/117604635643313547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/2007/04/easter.html' title='easter'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07637750707242675109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-117581930680437013</id><published>2007-04-05T20:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-11T00:09:22.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>finding the light</title><content type='html'>so i'm in class now and so ecstatically bored.  i'm really tired and still completely out of it.  for some reason i've been in this complete fog recently and i burst into a bout of tears today which started in spanish class.  as always, i was trying to pay attention but both the overwhelming desire to fall asleep and my headache were both making it impossible.....  and now i cant remember  what i wanted to say  b/c i actually started partially contributing to the class discussion.....and now it's break...i go outside...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i walk from the classroom, not truly knowing where i am intending to go.  i pass through the doors into an abnormally chilly april night.  i've come outside to escape.  to escape the darkness. the fog. the overwhelming pain of monotony that i am continually forced to swallow.  i walk out into  the darkness, but i feel the brightest i've felt all day.  the chilled night air caresses my skin as i wander mindlessly away from the building.  i look up into the sky and realize how small and insignificant i truly am in this world.  how little my problems really are compared to the rest of the world.  the galaxy.  the universe. &lt;br /&gt;i realize how unrelentingly pointless my life has become.  i want to search for a purpose.  something i can do to change the world.  something to change at least my portion of society.  something to change myself. i stand in the night, staring at the sky, uncaring of the people around me slowly filing into the same night as i stand.  but it's not the same night.  not at all.  they talk on their phones and smoke their cigarettes and never consider what may be happening around them.  i'm in my own little world here.  i stand alone here with no one but the voices in my head to keep me occupied.  but i dont need them.  i need something more.  i just need to find what that is.  i need to figure it all out.  i must find what i have always searched for.  it's out there. i know it. i can feel it.&lt;br /&gt;i stare off into the night for a few moments more before realizing where i have stopped.  i am standing under the only lamppost that is not lit.  the darkest space of night in this portion of campus.  i realize the irony here and start to laugh at myself.  at my life.  at the world.  of all the lights that exist in this night, i find myself unknowingly beneath the single and solitary light of darkness. &lt;br /&gt;the one thing i had been looking for when leaving the building - light - not necessarily physical light, but spiritual and emotional, a figurative light. i was searching to find a brighter patch of space than i have inhabited all my life.  though i have now found myself under a lightless lamp, i have found a significantly brighter place for my heart and mind and soul. i have spontaneously found the unexpected, though i've searched for it so long. i found it right when i had almost given up hope. right at my last escapade for the light. &lt;br /&gt;i smile to myself and walk back inside the building, feeling the best i have in a long time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-117581930680437013?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/117581930680437013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=117581930680437013' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/117581930680437013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/117581930680437013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/2007/04/finding-light.html' title='finding the light'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07637750707242675109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-117580039239923549</id><published>2007-04-05T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-11-12T21:28:28.962-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Pic, New Work, New Ideas, New Resolve</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmLFIw6O2OI/RjIfmQ56ObI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5f8O2-Dztc/s1600-h/me.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmLFIw6O2OI/RjIfmQ56ObI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5f8O2-Dztc/s320/me.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5058140073723836850" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;So I want to restart this blog and maybe actually post on it, so I'm going to attempt to learn more about blogger and maybe make my own template to match my website.  I hope to get my site up and running live and online and link it to the blog, which will then begin to have info for the site as well.  I also need to get the domain registered and get all this stuff working.  Maybe this summer will allow for a large chunk of this work to get done.&lt;br /&gt;So here's the pic for me, what you expected a real picture of me, of course not!  Hehe. I hope to start drawing more and maybe draw my own avatars.&lt;br /&gt;I'll work on this for a bit, then I'm off to class.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-117580039239923549?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/117580039239923549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=117580039239923549' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/117580039239923549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/117580039239923549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/2007/04/new-pic-new-work-new-ideas-new-resolve.html' title='New Pic, New Work, New Ideas, New Resolve'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07637750707242675109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_hmLFIw6O2OI/RjIfmQ56ObI/AAAAAAAAAAM/J5f8O2-Dztc/s72-c/me.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-110632224569642292</id><published>2005-01-21T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T10:44:05.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>slacker</title><content type='html'>hey again, i know i know, i haven't posted in forever, let alone updated the site.&lt;br /&gt;i've just been really really busy recently and scatterbrained so, yeah...&lt;br /&gt;i hope to work more on it next semester while i have dw's class first mod.&lt;br /&gt;exams are finally over and it's so great!&lt;br /&gt;i'm hanging in mrs walker's room now for 2 mods so far slacking, b/c that's me, i'm a slacker and a hacker!&lt;br /&gt;so yeah, just hanging with matt for awhile, it's cool, trying to help some girl with her tshirt thing, playing music, doing graphics stuff.&lt;br /&gt;super rockin!&lt;br /&gt;well, i'm gonna go to 3rd mod soon and i might come back here for that when the art presentations are over.  maybe even fourth mod too!&lt;br /&gt;it's been real, but i gotta go do something, i just need to figure out what that something is now.&lt;br /&gt;mmm...grapes....&lt;br /&gt;late.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-110632224569642292?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-110049682852562203</id><published>2004-11-15T00:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-15T00:33:48.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>updates</title><content type='html'>updated calendar finally&lt;br /&gt;new alignments on some pages&lt;br /&gt;new writing posted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more homework to do still&lt;br /&gt;work mon/tues&lt;br /&gt;this life sux.&lt;br /&gt;meh.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i sleep now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-110049682852562203?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/110049682852562203/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=110049682852562203' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/110049682852562203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/110049682852562203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/2004/11/updates.html' title='updates'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07637750707242675109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-110014904185173800</id><published>2004-11-10T23:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T23:57:21.853-05:00</updated><title type='text'>writing etc.</title><content type='html'>writing is up, forgot to post about that.  changed the front page to a list format instead of the calendar.  It was getting too complicated, and that's the last thing I need in my life right now, more complications.  Haven't written any reviews lately, I know, sorry, I've been massively busy.  Made the LJ friends only yessterday.  Still have to make a cool pic for that though.  I have a good idea with a tiger/anime girl.  it'll be cool.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-110014904185173800?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/110014904185173800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=110014904185173800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/110014904185173800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/110014904185173800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/2004/11/writing-etc.html' title='writing etc.'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07637750707242675109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-109468107219802597</id><published>2004-09-08T18:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T18:04:32.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>FFCC</title><content type='html'>FF:CC review is now up.  More coming soon hopefully.  I'll try to write one everyday now, or whenever I don't have homework or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-109468107219802597?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/109468107219802597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=109468107219802597' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/109468107219802597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/109468107219802597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/2004/09/ffcc.html' title='FFCC'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07637750707242675109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-109443907935964478</id><published>2004-09-05T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T22:59:52.713-04:00</updated><title type='text'>pics</title><content type='html'>okay, the pics page is done now.&lt;br /&gt;I might add other pictures whenever something cool happens and I actually get a pic of it. heh.&lt;br /&gt;I'll start reviews tomorrow I guess, and I might add some writing work.  We'll see.&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna do some homework and sleep.&lt;br /&gt;nite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-109443907935964478?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/109443907935964478/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=109443907935964478' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/109443907935964478'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/109443907935964478'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/2004/09/pics.html' title='pics'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07637750707242675109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-109442933731041831</id><published>2004-09-05T20:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-09-05T20:08:57.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>day of labor</title><content type='html'>I did my NAHS pic yesterday and today, it turned out very nicely. It's posted on artwork area and on my photobucket artwork page.&lt;br /&gt;I have more homework to do still, so I gotta get to that.&lt;br /&gt;I've been updating the site all day today and I'll prolly be working on it again tomorrow. There's no way I can finish all these reviews. grawr.&lt;br /&gt;I was home sick from work yesterday and Friday, so that sucks. No money for me.&lt;br /&gt;my life sux formula:&lt;br /&gt;being sick = no work = no money = no insurance payment = no driving = riding the bus forever = hating school even more&lt;br /&gt;I've been sick for over 2 weeks.  I have this horrible cough and I feel just plain crappy.  I might be going to the doctor soon.  I have days where it seems to be okay, and then later I start hacking and I feel like I'm gonna die.&lt;br /&gt;School has been agony with this damn thing too!  I feel so disrespectful when I cough while the teacher is talking, and then I'll get stuck and I start coughing crazily for a minute or two, which lasts forever.  The kids around me stare sometimes and I know that some are making fun of me, I've heard them whispering behind me.&lt;br /&gt;that's very pleasant. anyway, i'm off to work on the site some more. pictures are going up, artwork is up now, calendar is done, reviews are coming after pics, and news may be updated in there somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-109442933731041831?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/109442933731041831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=109442933731041831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/109442933731041831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/109442933731041831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/2004/09/day-of-labor.html' title='day of labor'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07637750707242675109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-109286396221316227</id><published>2004-08-18T17:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T17:19:22.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Summer</title><content type='html'>well, summer's almost over, and I never did do any work on the site, but I did get to do some graphics artwork.  I still have to do that culture project for NAHS.&lt;br /&gt;Camp Hope was fun.  I saw Nick again and we hung out the whole week.  We're kinda dating for just a week a year, Camp Hope week, and Rock Retreat if I can find him there this year, heh.&lt;br /&gt;It was really fun all week.  I can't wait to go back next year.&lt;br /&gt;Well, dinner calls.&lt;br /&gt;Ciao.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-109286396221316227?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/109286396221316227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=109286396221316227' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/109286396221316227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/109286396221316227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/2004/08/summer.html' title='Summer'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07637750707242675109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-109071945177196061</id><published>2004-07-24T21:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T21:37:31.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'>packin</title><content type='html'>well, i'm still packing for Camp Hope next week.&lt;br /&gt;I have to go with my church youth group to fix people's houses.&lt;br /&gt;We're supposed to redo this guy's roof, and it's supposed to rain almost all week. Yay...&lt;br /&gt;I will miss you all.&lt;br /&gt;Have a nice end of July.&lt;br /&gt;Seeya when I get back.&lt;br /&gt;I gotta finish packing and get a shower before tomorrow's early departure, so away I go.&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;br /&gt;Byes. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-109071945177196061?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/109071945177196061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=109071945177196061' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/109071945177196061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/109071945177196061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/2004/07/packin.html' title='packin'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07637750707242675109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-109042719297024513</id><published>2004-07-21T12:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T12:26:32.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Cleaning</title><content type='html'>I worked on my room all yesterday.  I finally got everything out of the living room, and back where it should be, in my room.&lt;br /&gt; I also finally got my blog layout the way I want it.  The phrase "Frosted Love" really does work nicely for my life right now, if you can understand the whole thing with Dan at all.  &lt;br /&gt; I love the CG (not anime) picture.  Thanks a bunch to Yiling for the layout.  I tweaked some stuff for it to be better suited to me and my site, but overall it is still her layout that she made.&lt;br /&gt; I really like this one, and it should be around for awhile.  If any of you want to be on my blog, just tell me.  Either on comment post, email, IM, or any other way you might be able to contact me.  (Pigeons??)&lt;br /&gt; Well, I'm to do more cleaning before Mom gets on my case again.&lt;br /&gt; Late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-109042719297024513?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/109042719297024513/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=109042719297024513' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/109042719297024513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/109042719297024513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/2004/07/cleaning.html' title='Cleaning'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07637750707242675109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-109034319771063755</id><published>2004-07-20T13:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-20T22:38:05.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>layout work</title><content type='html'>recently trying to make the journal stuff work.&lt;br /&gt;diaryland killed my old journal, so I lost all my old entries.&lt;br /&gt;sux0rs much.&lt;br /&gt;well, I'm off to do layout stuff and such, then eat.&lt;br /&gt;late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-109034319771063755?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/109034319771063755/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=109034319771063755' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/109034319771063755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/109034319771063755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/2004/07/layout-work.html' title='layout work'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07637750707242675109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-108810281719439800</id><published>2004-06-24T14:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T14:46:57.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>80 days</title><content type='html'>Saw "Around the World in 80 Days" yesterday.&lt;br /&gt;It was frickin awesome!&lt;br /&gt;Jackie Chan is teh Bomb!&lt;br /&gt;(yes teh, not just the)&lt;br /&gt;It was so fun hanging out with my buds and having fun.&lt;br /&gt;Hope to do it again sometime.&lt;br /&gt;Invisible playing cards are so cool...lol&lt;br /&gt;Seeya guys in a few weeks.&lt;br /&gt;The next time anyone of you see me I'll probably be 16, so bring gifts to the party!  Yays!&lt;br /&gt;seeya there.&lt;br /&gt;I'll prolly bring some of my gifts to show off...I mean SHOW you guys...lol...heheh.&lt;br /&gt;til then, im off to clean my room and possibly do some more site work if i don't have to clean for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-108810281719439800?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/108810281719439800/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=108810281719439800' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/108810281719439800'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/108810281719439800'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/2004/06/80-days.html' title='80 days'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07637750707242675109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-108795467472097539</id><published>2004-06-22T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-22T21:37:54.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Buttons</title><content type='html'>The buttons on the site are working for the most part.  They should change to an orange and black when you hover over them.&lt;br /&gt;Since I'm home for most of this summer, I can do more work on the site than usual.&lt;br /&gt;I hope to be posting up some pics and artwork.  Also I'll try to write something for you guys.&lt;br /&gt;Thanks for being patient all.  I hope you remain loyal for years to come.&lt;br /&gt;Late.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-108795467472097539?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/108795467472097539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=108795467472097539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/108795467472097539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/108795467472097539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/2004/06/buttons.html' title='Buttons'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07637750707242675109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7297200.post-108714235451510083</id><published>2004-06-13T11:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T11:59:14.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back</title><content type='html'>It's back to Blogger I say!&lt;br /&gt;Thought I'd try blogger out again since DJ smashed my layout and I didn't feel like fixing it.&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm gonna work on this one I suppose.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7297200-108714235451510083?l=datapike.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/feeds/108714235451510083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7297200&amp;postID=108714235451510083' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/108714235451510083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7297200/posts/default/108714235451510083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://datapike.blogspot.com/2004/06/im-back.html' title='I&apos;m Back'/><author><name>Data</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07637750707242675109</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v368/datapike/me.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
