<?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-4875503092185976359</id><updated>2012-01-01T10:14:47.868-08:00</updated><category term='failure'/><category term='ideas'/><category term='unfinished stories'/><title type='text'>why im weird...</title><subtitle type='html'>just why am i weird? the web journal of a journeyman on the web</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/2009/12/graphic-design-work-httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>tuguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133210034621893926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-396420342394756960</id><published>2009-10-20T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-20T12:30:37.598-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Videos I've Done</title><content type='html'>http://www.gametrailers.com/user-movie/ed-waks/190843&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/tugteen#p/u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can also edit some things together if you send me the material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;slangnes@gmail.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-396420342394756960?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/396420342394756960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=396420342394756960' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/396420342394756960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/396420342394756960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/2009/10/videos-ive-done.html' title='Videos I&apos;ve Done'/><author><name>tuguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133210034621893926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-6879069667696221126</id><published>2009-08-03T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T01:34:38.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is There A connection between Jack Pumpkinhead from return to oz and Jack Skellington?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8SoKuqqVYI/SnacCczwy-I/AAAAAAAAALo/oWyH5oYzerY/s1600-h/pdFINBC0001.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8SoKuqqVYI/SnacCczwy-I/AAAAAAAAALo/oWyH5oYzerY/s200/pdFINBC0001.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;I was watching the movie 'Return to Oz' tonight and I saw the character of jack pumpkinhead and it reminded me of Jack Skellington for some odd reason, I dunno, maybe because it's that Jack Skellington was intoduced as the pumpkin king, or that he wore a pumpkin costume at the beggining of the movie. I did a but of research on the subject and looked around on the net. there were very few things on the subject, and when there was someone who noticed the similarity, someone would come out and say that it is probably not the case as Jack Skellington was probably just wearing a costume, or that the title of pumpkin king was just a title and had nothing to do with him being a king, or pumpkins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8SoKuqqVYI/SnagIocfOZI/AAAAAAAAALw/4TR6O7Hf_z8/s1600-h/Jackpumpkinhead.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8SoKuqqVYI/SnagIocfOZI/AAAAAAAAALw/4TR6O7Hf_z8/s320/Jackpumpkinhead.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Those articles and comments didnt dissuade me so I went ahead and looked up the wikipedia article about The Nightmare Before Christmas but none of them metioned anything about any type of connection between the two characters. there may be nothing between them after all, but it still bugged me that they could be so similar and have no connection. Finally I looked up the page for the director, Henry Selick, and there was the connection that I had been seeking. It would seem that when Henry Selick worked for Disney, he was a story board artist for the movie Return to Oz, which featured the character of Jack Pumpkinhead. I'm not really sure if the character is inspired by him or not really since the two characters seem to act very differntly, and I never read the Oz books so I cant say if Jack Pumpkinhead acts anything at all like Jack Skellington, but it seems there is at least some bit of inspiration coming from that character that shows up in nightmare before christmas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-6879069667696221126?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/6879069667696221126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=6879069667696221126' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/6879069667696221126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/6879069667696221126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/2009/08/is-there-connection-between-jack.html' title='Is There A connection between Jack Pumpkinhead from return to oz and Jack Skellington?'/><author><name>tuguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133210034621893926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_w8SoKuqqVYI/SnacCczwy-I/AAAAAAAAALo/oWyH5oYzerY/s72-c/pdFINBC0001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-3250426796064872728</id><published>2008-10-12T01:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-12T01:57:27.759-07:00</updated><title type='text'>is it weird..</title><content type='html'>to change my icon arrangements to give me the best view of my background?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-3250426796064872728?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/3250426796064872728/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=3250426796064872728' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/3250426796064872728'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/3250426796064872728'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/2008/10/is-it-weird.html' title='is it weird..'/><author><name>tuguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133210034621893926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-4822369458837181426</id><published>2008-09-09T02:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T02:26:45.608-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>maaz walked up the river while he looked for a path into the forest, after a while he found a overgrown place where it seemed like a path had been, maybe this way would get him out of here?&lt;br /&gt;as he walked deeper into the jungle night fell, wasn't it noon just a while ago? whatever it was the path got harder and harder to follow, until eventually he was just making his way between trees&lt;br /&gt;after a while of being lost in the woods he sees lights in a clearing, people were talking about something, sounded like food? or... no... hunting maybe? killing?  he didn't want to be caught up with whatever they were talking about  he started to walk away but tripped on one of the tree roots and hit his head on a rock with a loud gasp, the world around him faded out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the prisoner was asleep in the cage when i heard the noise come from the woods, our facility wasnt anything big but this guy was found snooping around here and we had to keep him in the prison, i heard a yell in the woods and my superior officer told me to go check it out. it was this guy and i had no clue how he had gotten all wet or what he had hit his head on, but orders are orders...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drevor woke up in the middle of the night to a loud gasp it seemed as though he was the only one who heard it because everyone else was asleep. one torch was still on giving him just enough light to see that the man with the machete had fallen asleep against the cage,  he thought for a while if taking a weapon while being in a cage was a good idea. this was his only chance he could see to get out of this situation and take the idol to-&lt;br /&gt;was the guy waking up? did he just move? Now's the time do or die!&lt;br /&gt;he reached out of the cage for the machete...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sverrej wasn't going to stand for this, this was the last time, he pulled out the...&lt;br /&gt;derby ticket. this was all of his money, he had to pay back the mob because if he didn't he would surely be killed he opened the ticket, the winning horses name printed on it. he had won he was now out of debt and with the amount of money he had won he could even escape this shitty life he had!  he charted the flight to a far away country. he sat on the plane for the flight,&lt;br /&gt;nothing weird, well, until he got that phone call from the loan shark,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no how could they why me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he got off the plane he searched his bag to make sure that the instructions he had gotten were, god forbid, right. all he had to do according to the man, laughing Larry they called him, everything seemed to be a joke at this point, was to fire the gun 3 times. he didn't know why all he knew was that this was his last chance to escape his horrible life. he walked to the security guards are beads of sweat ran down his forehead,he shot at one of the guards, bang, shot at the metal detector, bang, shot at himse-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the door to the waiting room opened. the guard had finally come back to give bushwakko his things but it seemed like perfect timing, well perfect in the worst sense of the word that is, no sooner had he opened the door had the shooting started. the guard turned and ran towards the place where the metal detectors were leaving the door open. another loud bang was heard, even this deep into the airports bowels it was loud  bushwakko got up and walked to the door to see what was going on, or was it more just to get out of this god damn airport, the third bang had been the loudest but it was the waiting room that had heard it, bushwakko had left, gotten on the elevator and was on his way out of this place, even if he didnt have any money or his luggage he knew this was a one way trip, he played with the coins in his pocket as the light shined on him and he started walking towards the city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; it wasnt soon after he had left that he walked into the hotel coral essex on the beach, he checked in under the name Rocko Mores went to room 14.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last person he wanted to see was in there when he opened the door...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-4822369458837181426?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/4822369458837181426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=4822369458837181426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/4822369458837181426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/4822369458837181426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/2008/09/maaz-walked-up-river-while-he-looked.html' title=''/><author><name>tuguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133210034621893926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-4209584200528064863</id><published>2008-09-09T01:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T22:33:51.281-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Maaz floated to the other side of the river and took off his life jacket. It was all wet so it quickly sunk in the quicksand. Thinking quickly Maaz grabbed the vine and pulled himself out of danger, but, as they say, out of the frying pan into the fire... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He stood at the edge of a vast rain forest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            Drevor was sitting in the cage with the idol in his bag as the native talked in a dialect he had never heard. he sat and pondered the words that were scratched into the bars on the cage&lt;br /&gt;                                                                         "| |c| |e| |s| |"&lt;br /&gt;Drevor worked out that if he could get one of the captors to come close enough he could steal the key to this cage. They didn't fall for his "stomach pain" routine.  one walked closer and leaned against the cage, no key though, he did have a machete&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           Bushwakko got off the plane, with the notebook in his hands. When he had bought it thinking it was a book, with it's fine binding, but after he got aboard the plane he realized that except for the passage, "Remember to make it out of the labyrinth, take the fifth left turn after the 2nd room", the entire thing was empty, all he had left over was 15 pesos.&lt;br /&gt;        "what use would pesos be in this country?" he thought to himself as he went to the the bathroom on the plane. He sat back down in his seat and played with the coins in his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;He found out soon enough, after being flagged and having his wallet and luggage taken away, all he had left were the clothes on his back, the book in his hand and the change in his pocket.&lt;br /&gt;           He sat in the waiting room and played with the change in his pocket, how long had it been? at least 6 hours. Maybe they had forgotten about him or something. Bushwakko walked to the door and found out it was locked when the handle turned and the door stayed closed. He thumbed through the magazines again, but, he couldn't read the language and the pictures, while interesting, had lost whatever made them good to look at after seeing them for the 50th time&lt;br /&gt;he opened the book and, scribbled inside along the furthest part of the binding, were the letters "hee" they could have been there the whole time they were so close to the spine. He spun one of the coins on the table and then...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-4209584200528064863?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/4209584200528064863/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=4209584200528064863' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/4209584200528064863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/4209584200528064863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/2008/09/floated-to-other-side-of-river-and-took.html' title=''/><author><name>tuguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133210034621893926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-4009008294775808623</id><published>2008-08-31T02:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-31T03:42:13.815-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what I've done in the past few days, written as a story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;A few ago, a message arrived for me via talking words during my tenure at the ambiguous inn. since i have been here things have been the same except for a shaman tat is passing through. the message was from a person that i would call a friend while others would not. i had only met him once before but he and his company were friendly and so i would consider him as a person of significance. in the message that i recived i was instructed to be in the concrete jungle at a certin time to go on an adventure. so the day had finally arrived but before i went i got a package from my shaman neighbour. i found it hard to open but when i did i put the rubees into my rubee container, the kind he gave me were of a differnt sheen, but i accepted them anyway. afterwards i left, i didnt go to the concrete jungle directly though, i was to be at the place a a specific time i made plans to go to see a movie and then i figurd enough time would have passed for it to make a difference. i saw the movie show, some historians might say it is a vision of alternate future, but i think those people should just watch them as movies that are being produced and somehow shown in the middle of a vast desert. but this particular movie, it served it's purpose. to waste time without wasting. when the movie was over I passed through the Arbitrary Desert back tracking my way to the crossroads that brought me to the theater i took the turn and headed for the badlands.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My first travel through the badlands had been frought with confusion, wrong showers, and finally a frustrated uneventful journey back to the ambiguous &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="ital-inline"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt; inn. the second time though, with the help of a picture book my floating words had found me in my time of sorrow, and found me a picture book. i used it to navigate the concrete jungle that time to meet my friend who had a room in one of the sky scraping trees. this journey there was filled to the brim with uneventfulness and uncertainty. when i got through the badlands i had entered the concrete jungle but my path to my friends domicile was blocked. a large gate keeper which allowed those withe the cards and codes to enter. my friends name used to be the password but to my disdain his name was nolonger on the list (according to the gatekeeper) i tried for a long while to get into the place without breaking rules but i eventually had to find the way around the gate.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I found out that it was surprisingly east to go around this special, gated, area of the concrete jungle. i followed paths to dead ends and locked doors. i eventually found my way to the other gate and talked to the guardian of that entrance. i told him of my situation about how i had met my friend once before and of how my friend may have changed the password since the old one was the name. he made calls and then i was inside of the building. here i met once again the man that had invited me to the spirit quest, for there was a large concentration of significance surrounding the area.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Upon entering his house i saw things had changed. not so much anyone could notice, but enough for me to tell something was different. and he was wearing a different skin. his wife and two of his friends were there we were ready to go on this quest, after a short time i as given an elixir to prime me for my journey. I'm not quite sure on the details but from what i remember of the actual drinking i remember that it had seven parts from the most powerful healing elixir combined with seven parts of a deadly poison. i drank the portion i was given and immediately felt the effects of it. usually potions of this type don't work on me at all, i know they do work on me because on rare occasions i have partaken in rituals such as this, one time in particular when i had gone to a lush field- but that is for another story...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; &amp;nbsp; We set out on the adventure with our gear ready for whatever challenges await, though i had hidden it from everyone that i didn't have my adventuring license for this particular part of the concrete jungle we would have to see how far i could go. we made it toe the front door of the outermost level of the first stage of the adventure. some of the challenges i had to face were floating masses of loss and sadness, spaces of ear shattering where if you were not conditioned for adventures, as i was at that time, you could easily become overwhelmed. after traveling through this first level we went down to the second level. there i found other adventures, some that i knew, others that i didn't, and yet others with second skins on.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; My party wanted to go into a restricted area, i obliged but to do that i needed to pass the test for the license. this would be the start of the downfall of the past two days, well if you pinpoint failure like that, i don't I'd- well I'll say it when the time comes, no spoilers for you! anyways...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; either way, i waited for the test and they pulled some kind of trick on me or something because after a while the test was near completion, my friends wife, wearing a peacock outfit, told me to meet them at a undisclosed location. the test seemingly took it's toll on me because i said okay and she disappeard. After I had gotten my tempoary one day license i realised that my friend's wife didnt tell me the location of the undisclosed location. i started the trek through the concrete jungle back to their home, the place to go if i was lost. on my trek i met some adventures i feard were lost to the abyss ages ago, i exchanged my papers and signed on a contract to travel with them for a short while. as we walked my friend and his travelling companion filled me in on what their goals in this place of some significance were, as well as telling me of what had happened in the time that he had been lost to the outside world. after a near encounter with someone inportant we founf ourselves at the destination in no time but found the challenges too easy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; We stood there for what seemed like weeks, there outside of 5 places talking to the people in the column. some made signs others talked of things that wasted time, taking some of mine with them. I hope they use it wiser than i had, though from the look of them they used my life-time for extra nourishment. i realized their trap far too late and by the time i had escaped their clutches and severed my contract with those that had fallen into the trap, the conversation that takes and never gives. i soon found out that i would need that life-time, as it would seem i wil refer to minutes of my life i wont get back, another thing which i scavenged from the shaman thanks.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; I had to reconect with my party, my friends, my compatriots, my comrades, whoever you want to describe a group of people that hold significance to someon eother than that of a passing hi. i spent a lot of time searching the building for them but i only founf nothing it wasnt until i found out where the area of intrest was that i found everyone, i had another glass, or two, or five, of spirit elixer through the night. as we wandered the area of intrest we were approached by a person that had some intel of a place that might be important. he lead us through the mountains and inside the mountains, we left just befor ethe peak and found a room full of nourishment. me and my frinds were so impressed that we decided to stay there for the rest of the night, setting up camp and such. i explored the area and found really nice adventurers. afterwards i talked with my frind fo a while about my tenure at the ambiguous inn and he told me of how to find a place to rest at the concret jungle as soon as i could.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; After the rest in the intresting encampment we had to make our way back through the concrete jungle to my friends home, i was still spirited so we decided i should just crash on his couch that night since i had something important to do the next day. i had a uneventful night and was shuffled out the next day to a cool new day of alcohol afterglow, i wonder if i'm weird like that but thats how it felt. i grabbed my walking shoes and made the long journey out of the arbitrary jungle of concrete to the Badlands, which arnt that bad surprisingly. this was my first time transversing back during the day which made things very different. it was as if the forest and the desert were fighting over which one it was, eventually the desert prevailed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Verdana,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;END OF DAY ONE.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-4009008294775808623?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/4009008294775808623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=4009008294775808623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/4009008294775808623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/4009008294775808623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/2008/08/what-ive-done-in-past-few-days-written.html' title='what I&apos;ve done in the past few days, written as a story'/><author><name>tuguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133210034621893926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-2534357973263129156</id><published>2008-07-30T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T16:16:56.361-07:00</updated><title type='text'>what i did today...</title><content type='html'>Today i watched the lord of the rings with the rifftrax, then i watched a few other tv shows. at about 10:30am i got the KORG DS-10 software for my ds, i played it for a while while i sat on my porch and waited for some packages to arrive, i got really into making the song for about 30 minutes and then went back inside one of the shows i was watching was over by the time i went beack inside. after that i watched the price is right and i remember that like almost everyone lost i think. after that my door bell rang and my packages came it was about 8 dvds, 2 sets of headphones, and 2 nerf guns. i watched starship troopers with the comentary while i waited for some shows to download. i made plans with a friend to go see a movie on friday and got really bored shooting the nerf balls at the wall. when starship troopers was over i was hungry so i went to get some food from krystals. i took my ds and my ipod and my wallet and one of the new headphones and rode my moped to krystals. i got a 3 chili pup combo like i always do with the money my friend had given me the other day. i ate them and they were good but i got some chili on my finger, i liked it off and got some napkins, i came back to my table and finished drinking my sweet tea that i had gotten to drink it tasted different than it normally did. i didnt eat all the fries so i threw them away.&lt;br /&gt;           After that i went and parked my moped in the empty parking lot i always do. it's not to far away from the park in marietta square. I took my ds and tried to play some music but no one cared and it was hot outside so i stopped and went to take a look around Eddies Trick Shop, a store on the square. i saw some girls inside and was about to talk to them because one of them looked at me but they kept talking to each other and i didnt want to interupt them and they walked out of the store. i looked at one of those, y'know, snake in a can o' nuts thing and opened it. after the "snake" popped out i put it back. i always like things like that, those fun little pranks always worth doing. right after i got done putting it back in a girl about my age in black boots with purple hair walked by me to the counter and started talking to the guy that was at the counter when i came in. i was walking towards the door to leave when she said, "have a nice day" i turned around to say thank you but two guys came and and they started talking. i didnt want to look stupid standing there in the doorway so i looked at a magic book that was by the door, it was one of those klutz press books it was called 'how to stay kooky and never grow up' why would you need a book like that? i opened it and inside it was the same stuff that would be in any of theu other books, fun facts silly things and the like. there was a cut out that said, "if you lift your hand from this leaver you will cause a nuclear reaction" or something to that effect. then i left and started to walk back to the scooter.&lt;br /&gt;           I got back to the scooter and wondered who the agent on duty was at the place where i always park, i had never seen this mysterious agent and i wondered if it was a girl i was going to go inside but i realized i was all sweaty because i had been sitting outside playing with my ds. i walked back to my bike and got on it and road the other way out of the parking lot. i rode down atlanta road and took a differnt way home than normal. i like going that way because there is this little abandoned gas station there. one day i want to take my camera and look around inside it.&lt;br /&gt;          I was about to go back home but i decided i should give my friend, needa, his dvd back but i didnt know if he was home so i thought i should go there and see if he's home first. he wasnt home but his mom was me and her talked about my scooter for a while, the same stuff everyone talks about; how much, where, NO LICENCE?!?!??! she wanted to know because my other friend also her son, landy, wants a moped but the one he wants is crap so she told me to tell him why it's crap, i left my number with her for him to call me. when that was all over i went to go see if my friend louis was home only problem was i didnt know where he lived, at least thats what i told myself, i saw his house but wasnt sure it was his so i decided to ride back home. i took concord rd but the traffic wasnt too heavy so i decided to drop by my friend sam's house but he wasnt home so i rode by the playground by my old school. i played on the jungle gym for a little bit and then i walked behind the field down a little dead end path, i jumped over the creek that was back there with stepping stones, HARROWING! anyway, i walked past a house and they had a above ground concrete swimming pool and  trampoline in the ground, it was really cool looking! next to that was a open fence. i wondered what was in there but that was someone's house so i decided not to i walke down the path to the dead end and saw the other side of this pipe that went unde the ground and the water flowed out of the ditch. on the way back from the dead end, i saw a tennis ball in the grouns it was all wet but i held it for a while anf then threw it into the other side of the pipe. i walked back down the way and jmped accross the stepping stones again, slightly less harrowing, still pretty intence! on the way up i swung on the swing for a little while, i was wearing sandles and didnt want to get wood chips in them so  didnt stop swinging for a while... i jumped off the swing after a bit. there was another jungle gym that i played on. i played the game where you dont get off of the gym because the ground is lava or water or whatever, anyway i got off it because there were alot of kids there and i didnt want the parents to think i was weird playing in a jungle gym with headphones while a bunch of kids ar around, but i look like a kid so i dunno...&lt;br /&gt;            On the way back to the scooter i saw some guys playing soccer in the field and sat down to watch them, eventually i was playing soccer with them it was alright but i had sandles on si i couldnt kick it so hard so i was throwing week kicks but they didnt seem to mind, they asked me:&lt;br /&gt; "Whats your name",&lt;br /&gt; "shane"&lt;br /&gt; "how old are you?"&lt;br /&gt; "19"&lt;br /&gt; "are you in school?",&lt;br /&gt; "graduated"&lt;br /&gt; "what do you have on your ipod"&lt;br /&gt; "ipod music"&lt;br /&gt;i always say that because i rarely care whats on my ipod, anyway they continued their questions while we played soccer until i mentioned that i had hacked my ipod to run on my xbox 360, "hey dont you have a xbox 360?" one asked the other, because i run rockbox on my ipod but as soon as i mentioned hacked one of them kept pestering me about if i could hack his psp. my psp broke a while ago and i told them the story but what that means is that i dont keep up with psp stuff, i told him the website to go to to learn about hacking his own psp and then they asked me where i lived and how i got there i pointed to my scooter, the one guy saw it and it wasnt until about 10 minutes later that the other guy walked forward enough to see it. we started to inch toward it, "hey lets go play in the shade, lets walk over here, hey we are now close to your scooter! lets go look at it!" i showed them my scooter 100 mpg "WOW!" no licence, "whoa!" 1500$ "AMAZINGOAMFOAD" the one guy told me his dirtbike was bigger then asked me where he could buy one, i pointed to the place where a plate would be if it needed a licence i leave the # to the place on there because it's a great place. the guys looked it over and sat on it after a while i started to feel light headed, the same way i felt when i climbed on the roof, i must have had a pretty full day, i told them i had to go so they said later but i couldnt hear them because my head was pounding.&lt;br /&gt;            They walked away and i sat on the curb and tried to get eady to leave i struggled to put my helmet on fumbled with the clasp i somehow managed to get on the scooter and rode back to atlanta road i could barely make sence of anything i felt light headed, the same way i feel after i give blood. i rode home and stopped at the superette to get a drink because i had some sort of brainstorm tht it might be low blood sugar or something. i stumbled in and bought a orange soda. i decided that later on if i feel better. i miht should take a shower after i get down writing this. i decided to write this to see if i could get the things i did today down on something. i left out the part where i played on the jungle gym by my house after i got back from the square and before i went to needa's house. also i had taken that back road to the square for the first time and thats how i new to get back there on the way back now i',m here watching total recall.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-2534357973263129156?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/2534357973263129156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=2534357973263129156' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/2534357973263129156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/2534357973263129156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-i-did-today.html' title='what i did today...'/><author><name>tuguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133210034621893926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-5773979674927804441</id><published>2008-07-29T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-29T19:08:50.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i'm making a plan...</title><content type='html'>a plan which my book should follow, but i wonder if i should make a new blog for that to replace the mortician? i'm not making that anytime soon seeing as how the movie type it was going to be is sorta played out... thinking about making a comic or something like that. still if i write the plan to the book that might make it more, y'know, real.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-5773979674927804441?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/5773979674927804441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=5773979674927804441' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/5773979674927804441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/5773979674927804441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/2008/07/im-making-plan.html' title='i&apos;m making a plan...'/><author><name>tuguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133210034621893926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-3012549963166774563</id><published>2008-07-20T06:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T06:51:52.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the one or a ten scale.</title><content type='html'>"you like something for it's good things at you love something for it's flaws"&lt;br /&gt;that said here's this thing i said:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm sure if you could put pictures to your jokes somebody would read them, I.E. XKCD.&lt;br /&gt;most of the jokes on xkcd have to do with written jokes. the stick figures are only there to reassure/clarify the joke, they are there to say, "stay with me here this is going somewhere".&lt;br /&gt;But it doesn't go anywhere at, all except maybe a punchline, and that's pushing it. To be honest&lt;br /&gt;the punchlines from xkcd feel like they come from some sort of former robot scientist, so they feel like robot scientist punches.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-3012549963166774563?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/3012549963166774563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=3012549963166774563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/3012549963166774563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/3012549963166774563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/2008/07/one-or-ten-scale.html' title='the one or a ten scale.'/><author><name>tuguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133210034621893926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-2491913585812568563</id><published>2008-07-16T07:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T07:40:02.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the cake is a lie.</title><content type='html'>tuguy sees cake reaches for it realizes it must be a lie, someone else walks up to the cake and takes a bit causing me to let my guard down around the cake but before i can grab a peice a mountain lion is heard behind me and i turn around just in time to see it claw off the last guys face. so the cake was a lie after all&lt;div 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lie.'/><author><name>tuguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133210034621893926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-9036628247457551854</id><published>2008-07-06T18:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-06T18:55:38.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>i hacked a wii and decided to join the nav</title><content type='html'>i hacked my friends wii and decided to join the navy&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-9036628247457551854?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/9036628247457551854/comments/default' title='Post 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-7016041803925446405</id><published>2008-06-26T11:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T11:59:46.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>story about a money</title><content type='html'>when someone's face gets smashes throw the grate of a sewer because a passerby had put him off balence as he walked on the curb, and he sees that inside the sewer is a $50 bill that he cant use because he'll be dead by the time he figures out what he saw. i doubt he suffered though, the bone in his nose went into his brain so i dont think he felt the rest of the bars smash up his mouth, but it was a pretty damn bloody affair. also when his blood splashed onto the bill it dislodged it from it's place in the sewer, and no one found it until the nation that used it had dissolved and they tore up the sewer system to make way for the new city. the murder was solved because that $50 bill was the last peice of evidence in the case. i guess. i'm not entirely sure that it was though, the chances of it being the video the found in the rubble of the old town were just as high. no one will know for sure as all the records were destroyed when the sun destroyed the planet after a freak miscalculation in physics caused the planet's star to expand to several times it's size that same day. but you know what they say; a watched pot never boils until it just gets really hot and explodes destroying a planet in the process.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-7016041803925446405?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/7016041803925446405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-3679477229256051890</id><published>2008-06-24T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-24T16:04:15.058-07:00</updated><title type='text'>random story question</title><content type='html'>is "mookay" what a cow says when it agrees with another cow that the particular patch of grass they are eating is better then the grass on the other side, while greener, not as good as the grass they are munching on at the current time in cow-time?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-3679477229256051890?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/3679477229256051890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-1102067112960589961</id><published>2008-06-21T06:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-21T06:20:07.237-07:00</updated><title type='text'>whats your favorite game?</title><content type='html'>breakdown for the original xbox is the best game i ever palyed. in it you play as a guy who has no memory of where he came from in this weird facility but what made it different was that he was a bad shot and a great martial arts expert so mostly you were going around beating the crap out of almost everything but you had special powers that allowed you to beat down the alien threat. the best thing about break down was that you never left the characters perspective. ever. like if you went to get health you would have to find a ration bar, unwrap it, and eat it. you went to a vending machine, chose the soda, button pressed, it picked up the soda, popped the top and drank it. also as the game progressed you got more and more powers like the ability to stop bullets with your arms, shoot energy balls, and slow down tme. there have been only 2 games that i have played that were even close in terms of the greatness that breakdown had. one was chronicles of riddick escape from butcher bay, that one was great but since it had 3rd person parts it really didnt keep you as immersed as breakdown did, the same way with the other game which ties with chronicles of riddick maybe a bit higher is "the darkness" a game in which you are a mobster, die, and come back with a demon in your body. the thing i loved about it was if you turn your head you can see your shoulders and about 1/3rd of the way int the game you get these tenticle things which you can use to impale people and just throw their lifeless corpses to the side. it really feels like playing a fps as the alien from alien, you have to stay in the darkness for you for have power, and you get a little stealth tentacle which can kill people real nice. also my third favorite game would have to be maybe "we love katamari"&lt;br /&gt;it was the best one of the series it had the most variety and fun, even if the newer ones have more stuff they don't compare to we love katamari. or maybe it would be something more old scool like mario or pong. i bet no one will read this long incredibly unimportant reply but i made it and thats what counts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-1102067112960589961?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/1102067112960589961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=1102067112960589961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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writing something! look out for it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-1542766226874276653?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/1542766226874276653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=1542766226874276653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/1542766226874276653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/1542766226874276653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/2008/06/hooray-my-writing-was-good-enough-to.html' title=''/><author><name>tuguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133210034621893926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-5372899535439445039</id><published>2008-06-05T21:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T21:20:57.913-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i began as an idea but by some sort of fallacy of logic i became a really strange person&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-5372899535439445039?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/5372899535439445039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-7671667604053413127</id><published>2008-05-24T23:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-24T23:31:07.959-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the story of a destroyer and her bacon</title><content type='html'>"at least i have my bacon", the destroyer said as she munched on her crunchy treat in front of the fire. the spoils of a hunt in the nublet area of the internet. the place where the little shoats went to rest without their armour on before they were hardened into a class. her pouch of bacon laid on the ground beside her. she reached for another piece but her hand only found dirt, she looked and had the pleasure to see a hand coming out of a portal holding the pouch of bacon. she reached for her beloved bacon but alas it was gone through the portal! she wasn't going to take this! no way no how! she pulled out her own portal device, "i may not have bacon but i do have mines. lots and lots of mines. she used her own portal device to trace the portal back to the lab from wince it came, a nice place newly made he must have just become a seer. she pulled out mines from her bag they scuttled all over his lab hiding in places, under table in dark corners, behind machines. she dropped a st.nick one of her allies had given her for good measure. she was about to leave back through the portal but she had one more thing to do here. she grabbed the pouch of bacon and went back to her campsite with a grin on her face and a bag full of bacon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-7671667604053413127?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/7671667604053413127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-831006735712780110</id><published>2008-05-15T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-15T11:43:52.345-07:00</updated><title type='text'>the feeling of impendning doom</title><content type='html'>it's like eating jello and then finding out that the last spoonful had toothpicks in it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-831006735712780110?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/831006735712780110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=831006735712780110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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Indiana Jones has one and so does Dick Tracy so maybe tuguy needs one too? maybe i should just stick with the one i have but i think that a flat brim as opposed to the upturned brim of this one seems more heroic&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-2085706020808013748?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/2085706020808013748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=2085706020808013748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/2085706020808013748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/2085706020808013748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/2008/05/hatsss.html' title='hatsss'/><author><name>tuguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133210034621893926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-4492378607200421029</id><published>2008-05-13T05:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-05-13T05:46:32.957-07:00</updated><title type='text'>baq</title><content type='html'>not posted in a while, lymphnotrions was a joke to see if i could get my new age friends to belive anything i had them rubbing cds over their body and things they want to work for a week! it was hilarious. anyway i'm gonna start writing more again&lt;div 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title='baq'/><author><name>tuguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133210034621893926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-7192540993414310187</id><published>2008-04-06T02:53:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T02:53:41.283-07:00</updated><title type='text'>williams a djay</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://70.188.108.166:8000/virtualdj.mp3"&gt;wills station&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-7192540993414310187?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/7192540993414310187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=7192540993414310187' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/7192540993414310187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/7192540993414310187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/2008/04/williams-djay.html' title='williams a djay'/><author><name>tuguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133210034621893926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-2090971180081144217</id><published>2008-03-23T21:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-23T22:00:36.192-07:00</updated><title type='text'>lymphnotrions.</title><content type='html'>i have made a awesome discovery. i found a website on the internet. it was called lymphnotrions or something like that i think its down now but i copied the information on to a word file on my computer. it explained to me that the information contained in the words on the website could, just by the formation of the light and the information read on the website could promote general wellness and vitality throughout the body soul mind and spirit. i have made a few discs containing the combination of words, phrases, numbers and symbols and put them onto some blank discs to see if the power tat was on the website could be transferred  to blank discs and they were. it worked after i had burned it but after i put it back into my driver to check if the word file was there the disc was blank again and the word file i had put on it that had contained the combination of words, phrases, numbers and symbols was gone. it seems that the lymphnotrions dissipated from the disc once i had exposed them to a laser that can read discs they went away or soemthing it was all really weird. as of this writing i have only made 2 discs the original one which i made and it was turned blank and the 2nd one which i gave away to my friend to use and spread the message of the lymphnotrions i did a bit of research on these and it seems that lymph once meant A spring or stream of pure, clear water and i think the -no- part must mean of and -tri- means three and the -on part makes it sound something like proton. i think that by buring this it is making new energy which is not possible before now maybe even incasing the energy in the disc and it is transferred by the light reacting with the lymphnotrions on the disc transforming it. maybe lymphnotrion means a three streams of pure and or clean energy maybe when it gets read after it gets made the energy gets impure and unbalences the three pure energies causing them to dissipate. at any rate these lymphnotrions are benificial to health and general well being my mom is already elling me about how whatever she points the shiny side of the disc towards it helps weither it be looking for something, having something that ails your body, or even if something ails your mind if you put the disc containing the lymphnotrion file that was burned onto the disc is affected in a beneficially good way. i made a file that can be transferred through the internet but through recent tests any disc that this new version of the original text is limited to about 1-3 hours of use after which the lymphnotrions dissipate. that is the file that i am going to release to the public as the original file wont seem to copy to anything other than my disc its all really weird and i havent ever seen this happen before with anything ever. but anyway this really works i havnt ever belived in anything as much as i do about these. i know it sounds crazy but it works these lymphnotrions are life changing and will change everyones lives forever!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i will put the 3 hour file on here it will only work once and only for 3 hours. if you want to know more or get the full file you will need to contact me via e-mail @ tugteen@gmail.com i know it sonds crazy and i bet alot of people will doubt me, but i know this really works!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rapidshare.com/files/101888855/3hours.txt.html"&gt;3hour file&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-2090971180081144217?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-8354808502209066365</id><published>2008-03-18T11:14:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T11:14:58.314-07:00</updated><title type='text'>magisterial</title><content type='html'>thats hilarious&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-8354808502209066365?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/8354808502209066365/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=8354808502209066365' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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blood and dirt and sneeze.&lt;br /&gt;"full of lies and comedy and people of sleaze"&lt;br /&gt;i looked around at the aftermath of my day&lt;br /&gt;walking and talking had all gone astray&lt;br /&gt;the people they screamed, the monsters they roared.&lt;br /&gt;but me and my friends we were all bored.&lt;br /&gt;"why should i stay here and sigh",&lt;br /&gt;"when i can do so much more than sit here and die"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-1603539837707388929?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/1603539837707388929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=1603539837707388929' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-09760320504652595 visible" href="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/1098393/how_people_count_cash.swf"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.metacafe.com/fplayer/1098393/how_people_count_cash.swf" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="345" width="400"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/watch/1098393/how_people_count_cash/"&gt;How People Count Cash?&lt;/a&gt; - &lt;a href="http://www.metacafe.com/"&gt;The best video clips are here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-2924980580613795992?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-3752694959630745972</id><published>2008-03-14T19:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T19:23:20.403-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ideas'/><title type='text'>a cross between sonic and devil may cry</title><content type='html'>i was think about how cool it would be if there was a game that combined the fast speed and crazy level design of sonic the hedgehog with the insane combat of the DMC series. i dont know i thought it sounded like it would be pretty damn awesome&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-3752694959630745972?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-893566357156151910</id><published>2008-03-14T02:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T02:18:11.940-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='unfinished stories'/><title type='text'>a watched pot never boils</title><content type='html'>zillions and zillions of years ago a superior race was having a dilemma. they had solved every problem every question about their universe and had complete control of their surroundings...&lt;br /&gt;well thats as far as i got just now. i'm boiling some water and i thought of what if some kind of advanced race had made a machine to figure out some question and it was gonna take forver for the machine to figure out the answer then after all of them were gone the computer finally had an answer because a watched pot never boils and once everyone was gone the watched pot boiled lol&lt;br /&gt;anyway then i thought that might be too fantastic so i decided maybe it could be like there were scurity cameras or something watching the pot but i put that out of  my mind for the little blurb up there and as i was thinking of the story i thought it had kinda already been done with hitchhikers guide so i guess this is just gonna be another unfinished story&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-893566357156151910?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/893566357156151910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=893566357156151910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/893566357156151910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/893566357156151910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/2008/03/watched-pot-never-boils.html' title='a watched pot never boils'/><author><name>tuguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133210034621893926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-1693235682427953858</id><published>2008-03-07T11:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T15:00:02.600-08:00</updated><title type='text'>themes in media</title><content type='html'>imma gonna start a litle series of posts that i'll post whenever i see one about themse in books or mives or games or what have you that i like and im going to call them themes in media. for instance one of them is the theme that whatever you have been doing for your whole life is wrong. your world that our in isn real and you are actually in a different place and or time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-1693235682427953858?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/1693235682427953858/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=1693235682427953858' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/1693235682427953858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/1693235682427953858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/2008/03/themes-in-media.html' title='themes in media'/><author><name>tuguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133210034621893926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-581721647836951346</id><published>2008-03-01T19:54:00.002-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T20:00:23.136-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i wonder...</title><content type='html'>i recently read this article story thing and it put forth the idea that if there is a god it is just a really advanced species. and you know what? i think that it makes sence. it would also click with my idea that if there is a god it doesnt care what goes in in peoples lives because it has more important things to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fullmoon.nu/articles/art.php?id=tal"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;read it here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-581721647836951346?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/581721647836951346/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=581721647836951346' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/581721647836951346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/581721647836951346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-wonder.html' title='i wonder...'/><author><name>tuguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133210034621893926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-7803697498435066938</id><published>2008-03-01T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-03-01T17:29:29.985-08:00</updated><title type='text'>imma gonna make me some music!</title><content type='html'>well the flask project is coming along well i have my flask in mind and im getting a stamp made to stamp dangerous poison on the outside. in the mean time im making music. i recent remixed hungry like the wolf with dj sharpnel's evangelion generation. you can grab it here&lt;br /&gt;http://img.420chan.org/m/src/hungry%20like%20the%20eva.mp3&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-7803697498435066938?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/7803697498435066938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=7803697498435066938' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/7803697498435066938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/7803697498435066938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/2008/03/imma-gonna-make-me-some-music.html' title='imma gonna make me some music!'/><author><name>tuguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133210034621893926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-7094148218654684006</id><published>2008-02-28T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-28T05:14:15.284-08:00</updated><title type='text'>i got this idea in my head...</title><content type='html'>i am going to make a fake poison flask that i can keep some kind of juice in for when some kind of small bad thing happens such as, "we only got 3 stars on that song! LIFES NOT WORTH LIVING ANYMORE!!!!" and then i drink it and proceed to freak out people around me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-7094148218654684006?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/7094148218654684006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=7094148218654684006' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/7094148218654684006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/7094148218654684006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/2008/02/i-got-this-idea-in-my-head.html' title='i got this idea in my head...'/><author><name>tuguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133210034621893926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-7133373963338766113</id><published>2008-02-27T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T15:00:05.933-08:00</updated><title type='text'>real men dont sleep.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;real men dont sleep. they engage in life or death battles with hordes of weasels.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://s15.photobucket.com/albums/a358/tugteen/?action=view&amp;current=weasels.jpg" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i15.photobucket.com/albums/a358/tugteen/weasels.jpg" border="0" alt="Photobucket"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-7133373963338766113?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/7133373963338766113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=7133373963338766113' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/7133373963338766113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/7133373963338766113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/2008/02/real-men-dont-sleep.html' title='real men dont sleep.'/><author><name>tuguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133210034621893926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-5063006495476537660</id><published>2008-02-27T09:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-27T09:41:08.617-08:00</updated><title type='text'>laws that goven our universe</title><content type='html'>i was thinking about things like religion and karma and stuff and i started to think that with the way people are they think they are above animals because we i mean we... have one over being clever which is to philosophise like we look at the sky and think why&lt;br /&gt;maybe it goes like this with intelignce bench marks&lt;br /&gt;instinct&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;cleverness&lt;br /&gt;V&lt;br /&gt;philosphy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br 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universe'/><author><name>tuguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133210034621893926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-4000099754131944180</id><published>2008-02-25T07:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-25T07:15:17.715-08:00</updated><title type='text'>do you need faith to not belive?</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/qs3RKZjSzYg&amp;rel=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/qs3RKZjSzYg&amp;rel=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-1828989791076092447</id><published>2008-02-24T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-24T02:38:11.814-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BLARGEH BLARGEN</title><content type='html'>its the funny in the phrase try to say it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-1828989791076092447?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/1828989791076092447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=1828989791076092447' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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making some kind of cameo thing. by the end he had fake slapped her two times and then he hit her again. while writing this it dosent sound funny but i might be able to get a video up tomorrow to show it. anyway  he said the reason he had slapped her a third time was the rule of three which i looked up and now know. just another reason i can learn things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-6212926871033281256?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/6212926871033281256/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=6212926871033281256' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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amount of same-colored cars i had seen. i had turned the corner to go down my street and i walked faster towards my house afraid that if i saw one more of them something really uncalled for might happen like a meteor falling on me or maybe it would be something like a kind of monster, which i don't believe in, would disprove my logic and in turn make me go in--&lt;br /&gt;   the house was about 5 steps away when i heard it driving up behind me. i didnt really want to turn around but i had to turn since my house was on the... left i had to turn and walking sideways wasn't an option, well i hadn't thought to do it at the time but the car would have driven past me so i would have seen it, anyway!&lt;br /&gt;   I turned and it was like in slow motion, i bet if you were watching me from across the street on your big wheel sipping your juice bottle you could have sen it that way too. creeping into my vision after i had turned gave me the suggestion that it was the same color as the other ones. i felt as though i was going to tear my eyes out or fall to the ground screaming. but before i had time to think the car had driven off and i realised how silly it is to write stories in my blog that people either dont read or take WAAAAy to seriously. its just a story.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also i was inspired to write this story based on my intepretation of what happened in this book the curious incident of the dog in the night-time. according to the summary there is something that happened to him when he saw 4 yellow cars in a row and that scared him somehow. i just took that sentence and made this story based on that idea. i havent read the book.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-4164891394196706001?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-2697507667493026073</id><published>2008-02-02T16:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-02-02T16:27:17.288-08:00</updated><title type='text'>more than once?</title><content type='html'>there are very few thing that have to do with media or entertainment that i will do more than once&lt;br /&gt;in ths post i will put some moies that i will watch more than once and not just for the commentary or for special features but for the movie so here goes in no particualr order.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.children of men&lt;br /&gt;2. clerks&lt;br /&gt;3 ground hog day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats all for now i don;t think i thought of clerks at first and i know theres a lot more thn just these 3 like anyone reads this...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-2697507667493026073?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/2697507667493026073/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=2697507667493026073' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/2697507667493026073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/2697507667493026073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/2008/02/more-than-once.html' title='more than once?'/><author><name>tuguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133210034621893926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-2588081496372554910</id><published>2008-01-13T10:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-13T11:32:27.574-08:00</updated><title type='text'>seen on lost</title><content type='html'>sawyer is drinking a beer and hurley comes around the corner to ask him something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sawyer: "whats the rush jumbotron?"&lt;br /&gt;hurley: "shut up Red... &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;neck... &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;man...&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i found a video the part hppens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-06838354348916194 visible ontop" 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height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-2588081496372554910?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/2588081496372554910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=2588081496372554910' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/2588081496372554910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/2588081496372554910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/2008/01/seen-on-lost.html' title='seen on lost'/><author><name>tuguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133210034621893926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-513559165519693373</id><published>2008-01-11T04:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-11T05:03:24.861-08:00</updated><title type='text'>eleventy billion babies everywhere!</title><content type='html'>this is a true story of what happened one night on xbox live:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;player one: "AGGHHHHHHH!!!"&lt;br /&gt;player a: "jeez what happened to you?"&lt;br /&gt;player one: "MAH GENATALS EXPLODED."&lt;br /&gt;random player: "&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;BABIES EVERYWHERE!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also this happened online&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;ELEVENTY BILLION.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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everywhere!'/><author><name>tuguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133210034621893926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-1659827000787447895</id><published>2008-01-09T18:09:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-09T18:09:33.108-08:00</updated><title type='text'>stuff i said in my head</title><content type='html'>im watching lost&lt;br /&gt;i have to fix my mac so that my mom can use it which means that i have to fucking erase the hard drive and all kinds of shit.&lt;br /&gt;it also means that i lost my desk for my laptop.&lt;br /&gt;i got the computer to work and its ready for my mom for when she gets home from her bonco party, hopefully i'll finish lost by then and we can ride down to the video store to get season 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-1659827000787447895?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/1659827000787447895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=1659827000787447895' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/1659827000787447895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/1659827000787447895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/2008/01/stuff-i-said-in-my-head.html' title='stuff i said in my head'/><author><name>tuguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133210034621893926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-1659885039878705180</id><published>2008-01-05T00:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-05T00:14:40.404-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;"maybe religion started off as a joke that someone took seriously"&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-1659885039878705180?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/1659885039878705180/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=1659885039878705180' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/1659885039878705180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/1659885039878705180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/2008/01/maybe-religion-started-off-as-joke-that.html' title=''/><author><name>tuguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133210034621893926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-1725133122396305150</id><published>2008-01-04T22:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T22:36:56.697-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>i think that the shine of a hand basket will bring upon the end of the world in a way that forgoes the length of a pail of lego bricks that hangs on the sidewalk to my house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-1725133122396305150?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/1725133122396305150/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=1725133122396305150' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/1725133122396305150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/1725133122396305150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/2008/01/i-think-that-shine-of-hand-basket-will.html' title=''/><author><name>tuguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133210034621893926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-6083948019037064566</id><published>2008-01-04T18:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-04T18:51:28.577-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new guy</title><content type='html'>[imgright]http://i97.photobucket.com/albums/l203/anime_lady/anime/Bleach/Yasutora_Sado.jpg[/imgright]&lt;br /&gt;[b]~*~[/b][color=white]---[/color][i]I pledged my Allegiance to[/i]: Dark&lt;br /&gt;[b]~*~[/b][color=white]---[/color][i]I Signed the Contract[/i]: Johnathan Kerringer Fiveasta&lt;br /&gt;[b]~*~[/b][color=white]---[/color][i]Abridged[/i]: johnny k5 (pronunced: kuh-five)&lt;br /&gt;[b]~*~[/b][color=white]---[/color][i]I represent[/i]: Atlanta, Georgia, USA&lt;br /&gt;[b]~*~[/b][color=white]---[/color][i]My Master in the Gloom[/i]: Mike Tooms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[b]~*~[/b][color=white]---[/color][i]I come from[/i]: Atlanta, Georgia, U.S.A.&lt;br /&gt;[b]~*~[/b][color=white]---[/color][i]My Daily Chores[/i]: drug dealer&lt;br /&gt;[b]~*~[/b][color=white]---[/color][i]My Class[/i]: Dark mage&lt;br /&gt;[b]~*~[/b][color=white]---[/color][i]My Limits[/i]: 4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[b]~*~[/b][color=white]---[/color][i]Dorian, not the Picture[/i]: 28&lt;br /&gt;[b]~*~[/b][color=white]---[/color][i]The birds and the Bees[/i]: Male&lt;br /&gt;[b]~*~[/b][color=white]---[/color][i]The Colours I wear[/i]: cambodian&lt;br /&gt;[b]~*~[/b][color=white]---[/color][i]My Basic Measures[/i]: 6'11&lt;br /&gt;[b]~*~[/b][color=white]---[/color][i]My Frame[/i]: extremely muscular.&lt;br /&gt;[b]~*~[/b][color=white]---[/color][i]My Filaments[/i]: a huge blue mohawk&lt;br /&gt;[b]~*~[/b][color=white]---[/color][i]My Oculars[/i]: red eye on the left." i keep a patch over my right eye, theres nothing wrong with my eye but i like it."&lt;br /&gt;[b]~*~[/b][color=white]---[/color][i]My Complexion[/i]: dark skin&lt;br /&gt;[b]~*~[/b][color=white]---[/color][i]I Acquired[/i]: tattoos over both arms and piercings all over his face and ears&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[b]~*~[/b][color=white]---[/color][i]Surrounding Me[/i]: a deep red aura&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-6083948019037064566?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/6083948019037064566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=6083948019037064566' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/6083948019037064566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/6083948019037064566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/2008/01/new-guy.html' title='new guy'/><author><name>tuguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133210034621893926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-5388101728072948742</id><published>2008-01-01T09:27:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T09:27:16.679-08:00</updated><title type='text'>im drunk...</title><content type='html'>i just got in a fight with my uncle because not only were were we drunk but because we have different view on what we know because I'm drunk take this with a grai of salt because im not knowing all what i say because i know it all but we could not find a sake point he ended up hittig me because he was more "experinced" it seemed as though he was more coherent than me so he ended up as asking me a whole lotta questions and because i cant figure out why he apperntly punched me and he hurt me pretty bad and told me that i was going home tomorrow that i cant know anything it means that we have that same state of knowing then hating but then hating is more powerful than knowing it would seem.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-5388101728072948742?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/5388101728072948742/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=5388101728072948742' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/5388101728072948742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/5388101728072948742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/2008/01/im-drunk.html' title='im drunk...'/><author><name>tuguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133210034621893926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-1863573214824202178</id><published>2007-12-18T13:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-18T13:18:05.424-08:00</updated><title type='text'>random word</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="1enk"&gt;plubss glurrt- the sound of ten or so people puking, while a bass player sits in the back of the room&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-1863573214824202178?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-7301105998942775475</id><published>2007-12-15T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-12-15T08:09:28.588-08:00</updated><title type='text'>dark city story</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="postbody"&gt;i wrote this a few weeks ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know what your right i shouldnt quit. we can do this if i just rally my thought processes!&lt;br /&gt;okay so lets start from the top!&lt;br /&gt;the original world is a dark and brooding place where the police were more or less powerless to the &lt;br /&gt;criminals but the vigilanties of the towns and neighbourhoods fought to keep the peace but were fighting &lt;br /&gt;a loosing battle. this is how it had gone on in dark city(maybe i need to come up with a name? dark city?) &lt;br /&gt;since the 60s when the people rebelled against athuority and had pushed the government back from its controlling &lt;br /&gt;totalartiarn(sp?) state but as the time went by the people slowly realized their mistake as orginized crime &lt;br /&gt;stepped in and took over making almost everybodys life like a living hell offering "protection" but after time &lt;br /&gt;the people rebelled against them too but it wasnt as easy because the new gangster warlords were not as easy to &lt;br /&gt;take down as the government was but by the time in the story takes place each town and neighbourhood is controlled &lt;br /&gt;by a diffent crime orginization but also the federal government has set up outposts at the edge of the city, they &lt;br /&gt;reward people for bringing in federal criminals which makes the dective/bounty hunters necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno i may be rambling...but since my internet is down and i have to wait to send this...i'll keep writing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but all the while in another dimension of time and space this area of our own that we call dark city is a a &lt;br /&gt;wild sarengethi plain surounded by mountains strange creatures roam the land and the people of he plain are &lt;br /&gt;pray to these strange and wild beasts they roam around in nomadic clans trying to survive the harsh wilderness &lt;br /&gt;but they are not all entirley defenceless for they have spirit creatures to guide them but for most of the people &lt;br /&gt;on the plain they are just for that guidance but for the espically strong willed they can manifest their creaturs &lt;br /&gt;as powers that embody them but to us these powers are dangerous as they risk being cast out by the fearful people &lt;br /&gt;of the tribes. some with these powers flock to each other only to fight each other because they wont let their &lt;br /&gt;will be opposed. but even the outcasts wander around their tribes proctecting the weak in secret.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;okay now i guess its been about 2 hours since my internet went down and im still writing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so anyway back in dark city one of the detectives was following a lead he had on one of the crimelord sargents &lt;br /&gt;he was hunting, he had been in and out of the lowlife sinkholes until he passed an alley with a weird glow he had &lt;br /&gt;never seen before. he went down the ally and as he got closer to the strange light it seemed as though all the &lt;br /&gt;shadows had strange glowing eyes in them he had the feeling of being watched but when he turned he saw nothing &lt;br /&gt;closer and closer he got to the source of light and it started to movie closer to him as he turned the corner &lt;br /&gt;he saw the light also i was kind of in the shape of a glowing person(i cant describe it here but if you ever &lt;br /&gt;read the garfield story "primal self" you would know ill try to find a picture when i can) anyway he reached &lt;br /&gt;out to touch the figure and the figure had reached out to touch him. CRASH!(kind of like a brocken window &lt;br /&gt;behind the guys head as he is knocked unconcious) everything is dark as the detective wakes up in this african &lt;br /&gt;plain near a large rock he is attacked by some kind of, well the best way to describe it is a bunny rabbit with &lt;br /&gt;lobster claws and eyestalks for ears, the detective shoots the thing dead (along with half its body) with his &lt;br /&gt;revolver he climbs the rock to do a quick survey of the area and starts walking off in an arbitary direction &lt;br /&gt;after a few days of wandering the large plain he dies of a large rock that fell out of the sky. but his story &lt;br /&gt;is unimportant as the area behind the large rock a few days walk from the border of the area that the nearby &lt;br /&gt;tribes called "big rocks fall from sky place" was some sort of small tear that was ripping wider and wider but &lt;br /&gt;for now it was a barely noticeable sliver but it was large enough for some of this world to leak into dark city.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;omg the internet is taking a long time to come back!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was a about a month ago, some of the detectives from around the area have noiticed that their &lt;br /&gt;intituition has been more sensitive, others have been able to do things that, suffice to say, should &lt;br /&gt;be impossible like surving fatal wounds or killing people with shots without guns. but it seems as though &lt;br /&gt;the criminals are getting these powers as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-7301105998942775475?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/7301105998942775475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-2957330940899024667</id><published>2007-11-20T01:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-20T01:55:59.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>easy humour</title><content type='html'>some people say puns are the easiest form of comedy but i disagree.&lt;br /&gt;i think the easiest thing to do to make a joke is to withhold information.&lt;br /&gt;example: panel 1- a old man is walking down the street&lt;br /&gt;panel 2- he dies for a seemingly unknown reason amongst other dead bodies&lt;br /&gt;panel3- a warning sign is shown next to his body that reads "warning instant death zone next 2 blocks"&lt;br /&gt;maybe it's not as easy as i thought...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-2957330940899024667?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-4425045284909848839</id><published>2007-11-18T03:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-18T03:07:55.238-08:00</updated><title type='text'>creed-o</title><content type='html'>screen fades in to a city in the desert&lt;br /&gt;2 guards wearing turbans are standing outside a mosque&lt;br /&gt;a subtitle at the bottom of the screen reads "Damascus 1191"&lt;br /&gt;they stand there for a while and then a man, dressed in white robes, falls from the sky and lands with a hard thud on his face in front of them. he dosent move for a second.&lt;br /&gt;they look at each other and then take out their swords.&lt;br /&gt;"INFIDEL!!!!" they scream as the man gets up he looks at them and the turns around and suddenly the whole area is filled with guards.&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-4425045284909848839?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/4425045284909848839/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=4425045284909848839' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/4425045284909848839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/4425045284909848839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/2007/11/creed-o.html' title='creed-o'/><author><name>tuguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133210034621893926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-4066361152976738040</id><published>2007-11-12T20:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-11-12T20:16:04.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>waaaaaaaaffffflllleeeeeeee!!!!!</title><content type='html'>waffle dance&lt;br /&gt;i put the waffle in the toaster&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaaffffflllleeeeeeee!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;wait...&lt;br /&gt;wait...&lt;br /&gt;wait...&lt;br /&gt;ka-chink!&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaaffffflllleeeeeeee!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i gotta jump from the bed through the hall&lt;br /&gt;past the dining room! into the kitchen!&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaaffffflllleeeeeeee!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;... still cold. press the tab on the toaster.&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaaff- wait i gotta change the dial to 2 minutes.&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaaffffflllleeeeeeee!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;and by the time i get to my room i hear the&lt;br /&gt;Ka-chink!&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaaffffflllleeeeeeee!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaaffffflllleeeeeeee!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i spin off the bed leap out the bedroom door&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaaffffflllleeeeeeee!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i jump through the dining room skipping the hall because i move so fast&lt;br /&gt;all the while i am singing the praises of my new waffle that i made&lt;br /&gt;it is bluberry! it is the last one!&lt;br /&gt;i leap over the chair! dodge the flying cat! get to the toaster!&lt;br /&gt;waaaaaaaaffffflllleeeeeeee!!!!! waaaaaaaaffffflllleeeeeeee!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;... HOT WAFFLE!!!!&lt;br /&gt;ow hands ow ow ow! i juggle the waffle as i get back to my room it has cooled down.&lt;br /&gt;CRUNCH! NOOOOOO!!!!! waffle burnt.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-4066361152976738040?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/4066361152976738040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4875503092185976359&amp;postID=4066361152976738040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/4066361152976738040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4875503092185976359/posts/default/4066361152976738040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/2007/11/waaaaaaaaffffflllleeeeeeee.html' title='waaaaaaaaffffflllleeeeeeee!!!!!'/><author><name>tuguy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01133210034621893926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-2538761548385096586</id><published>2007-10-22T21:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-22T22:16:17.154-07:00</updated><title type='text'>a reason to get play gaurd</title><content type='html'>okay so what if you are walking out of your car to bring the movie inside when yu clumsily drop the movie on the ground. you go to pick it up and the neighbors dog takes it in his mouth, he thinks hes going to play fetch so he runs off, into the street. a car is coming barreling down the highway and the dog still with your movie isnt moving! the car is about to hit him when suddenly a meteorite hits the dog, still holding the movie, gets hit by the car. which subsequently gets hit by the meteor. you go over to survey the damage, a crowd gathers around it some kid pokes it with a stick and it shocks him! you go on and pick up some ashes that looked like a cross between the dvd, the dog, and the truck that looked like it belong to someone important.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually the truck belonged to a man with financial troubles but was very smart, so he riffed the truck to be steered by remote control so he could collect on the insurance money. eventually this man would have had become president and ushered in a new golden age.  but back to the main story...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got distracted sotty i couldnt finish it...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-2538761548385096586?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-85171436425068061</id><published>2007-10-09T20:06:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-09T21:59:20.184-07:00</updated><title type='text'>commercial idea to go wit advertisements.</title><content type='html'>i saw some ads and thought of a cool commercial but by the time i had all the stuff together to make it i was too tired so i posted this so i wouldnt forget about it&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-85171436425068061?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/85171436425068061/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4875503092185976359.post-3981861422259909070</id><published>2007-10-02T22:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-02T22:34:51.633-07:00</updated><title type='text'>duplicates...</title><content type='html'>1. you are not unique.&lt;br /&gt;odds are that there is someone just like you doing the same thing your doing right now.&lt;br /&gt;they are just like you, look like you, act like you, with the same family, just as many friends, they have the same personality, and they even can do that weird thing that you think is something you made up.&lt;br /&gt;i call this my twin rule.&lt;br /&gt;2. someone is better than you.&lt;br /&gt;just think if you had taken advantage of every opportunity, done the best you could, gotten a's in every class? this person is just like you except better in every way. they still are just like you, only better.&lt;br /&gt;i call this my doppelganger rule.&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;(i just looked it up in wikipedia, it doesn't mean the same thing i thought it meant...not gonna change it though.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;3. your better than someone else.&lt;br /&gt;just like in rule #2 rule this rule is like the opposite, what if there was someone out there that had gone down the wrong path? done everything wrong in his life?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats as far as i got before i wanted to stop writing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4875503092185976359-3981861422259909070?l=tugimp.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://tugimp.blogspot.com/feeds/3981861422259909070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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