<?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-8807058</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:30:28.359-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A look into the mind of a drunk socialist</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragingdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807058/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragingdrunk.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08279814822670551098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>12</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807058.post-110593588963239324</id><published>2006-06-06T20:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-01-16T20:24:49.633-08:00</updated><title type='text'>January 16, 2005</title><content type='html'>Well, it's been a while sincee my last post. It's a new year, and my new year's resolution is to have no resolution. LSD is a hell of a drug. It has a bitter irony to it though, because when at it's peak, you have the most life changing spiritual revelations, but forget them immediatly after the electrical impulse dies off in your brain. I've come to realize something though, Kraftwerk's Tour de France album is the greatest album ever, it sounds so smooth and robotic whether you're sober or not. I finally got this army recruiter to stop calling me. The other night when he called for the infinityth time, I told him about my awesome experiences with LSD, then heard a small speach about how I'm unproductive to society, how the army doesn't need me, and good bye. I havn't heard from him since.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807058-110593588963239324?l=ragingdrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragingdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/110593588963239324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807058&amp;postID=110593588963239324' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807058/posts/default/110593588963239324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807058/posts/default/110593588963239324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragingdrunk.blogspot.com/2006/06/january-16-2005.html' title='January 16, 2005'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08279814822670551098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807058.post-110826224891199606</id><published>2005-02-12T18:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-12T18:37:28.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Febuary 12th, 2005</title><content type='html'>It's been a while since I've updated this stupid thing. Alot has happened since. I got a new roommate, had an experience in Aspen on my 20th birthday that I could write a bestselling novel about, and had a revelation of the meaning of life while on LSD, but then forgot it as soon as I realized it existed, and saw Henry Rollins.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "Why watch a David Lynch movie when you can live one?" - Henry Rollins&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807058-110826224891199606?l=ragingdrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragingdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/110826224891199606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807058&amp;postID=110826224891199606' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807058/posts/default/110826224891199606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807058/posts/default/110826224891199606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragingdrunk.blogspot.com/2005/02/febuary-12th-2005.html' title='Febuary 12th, 2005'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08279814822670551098</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-8807058.post-110222300546999686</id><published>2004-12-04T20:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-05T09:45:49.433-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Datura</title><content type='html'>Datura is a hell of a drug. It both sends your body into a very strange hallucinogenic trance, but your body never registers it as wierd. To further explian, your brain when experiencing a trip registers everything as normal, even mundane. Most people see other people who arn't relly there. Me, for example saw 2 19th century noblemen. One was named Lord Tinsely, the other was Herr Baron Metzgerstein III. I had the deepest conversation with them about the Dalton theory of molecular theory than I've ever had with anyone else about any subject. I recommend that anybody who tries this drug has both a sitter, and does it in intervals (that is, take a small dosage, then work your way up until you are tripping). After what happened to me, it's no wonder why this was the sacred drug that the Hopi indian medicine men used to have holy visions. But most importantly, remember that this plant is poisonous, and that even a little extra dose will send you speeding on a train with a one way ticket to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I saw the wierdest thing, a 2 liter bottle of Jagermeister. I didn't even think they made the that big for consumerist use.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The new Gwar cd is the greatest piece of audible chaos ever to be assembled my humans, much less a band of intergalactic space pirates, you can sample it below, or burn in hell nonbelievers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.gwar.net/media/albums/wp/warparty.mp3"&gt;http://www.gwar.net/media/albums/wp/warparty.mp3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day: "I don't do drugs, just anything mother nature provides, like weed or shrooms... "&lt;br /&gt;-Martin Lob....(you shoud know the rest of it if you know me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807058-110222300546999686?l=ragingdrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragingdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/110222300546999686/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807058&amp;postID=110222300546999686' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807058/posts/default/110222300546999686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807058/posts/default/110222300546999686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragingdrunk.blogspot.com/2004/12/datura.html' title='Datura'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08279814822670551098</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-8807058.post-110066837549526705</id><published>2004-11-16T20:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-17T14:30:05.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>11162004</title><content type='html'>I hear some people say that technology is evil. My opinion is that it is in no ways evil, but most of our "high tech" things come from "evil". Rocketry, computers, cryptography, and advancements in medicine and many fields of science all were born in the 1930's Germans, and later the Nazi party. Examples are the V2 rocket, early calculation machines, the Enigma code generator, and Einstein all began in Germany, and used by what most people see as the most evil regime in history. Plus, the Nazis made huge advancements in the field of medicine. In fact, many jews were used as human guinea pigs and were burned, drowned, suffocated, gasses, poisoned, and injected with dangerous chemicals and pathogens, then tried to be cured. All in the name of medicine....&lt;br /&gt;So next time you pop an asprin, put on some burn oitment, or take antibiotics, just think of the jew that died to make that all possible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another thing, while watching this funny parody of the most ridiculous Micheal Moore movie ever ,&lt;a href="http://www.ifilm.com/ifilmdetail/2651184?htv=12&amp;htv=12"&gt;http://www.ifilm.com/ifilmdetail/2651184?htv=12&amp;amp;htv=12&lt;/a&gt; , I thought to myself, it didn't matter if the Bush family had dealings with the Bin Laden family, or Osama, in the 1980's. Because, Osama was a family businessman at first. But then, when Kuwait was invaded in the early 1990's, he thought that it was a Muslim matter, and must only be dealt with by the Muslim states. But, when the US invaded instead of his envisioned arab alliance, he became furious that a western power had defiled the Islamic lands. So, his hatred then turned to the western culture and more importanly, the United States. And that's when, in the 90's, he started up his terrorist organization. So basically, he was not a terrorist when the Bush family had business with him and his family, and it shouldn't be held against anybody. Shut the fuck up Micheal Moore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: America, FUCK YEAH - off the Team America motion picture&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "Fuck"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807058-110066837549526705?l=ragingdrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragingdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/110066837549526705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807058&amp;postID=110066837549526705' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807058/posts/default/110066837549526705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807058/posts/default/110066837549526705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragingdrunk.blogspot.com/2004/11/11162004.html' title='11162004'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08279814822670551098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807058.post-110042643669521679</id><published>2004-11-14T01:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T18:31:55.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A College Party Ethnography</title><content type='html'>Having been severely inebriated at a party 2 hours ago, instead of the usually obsession with sexual intercourse and destruction, I did a mental study of the different types of people that show themselves at parties. These are simply stereotypes of people, and while my observations might not be true all the time, they are 99% of the time. Plus, if I was more clever and less drunk, I would have arranged this in a Canturbury Tales style series of lymrics...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality 1: The Party/Club Trash.&lt;br /&gt;Any party involving alcohol and possibly girls will have one (or if you're unfortunate) more than one of these. They typically don't drink too much, but rather get a girl that sparks their interest to do so, and if that fails, it's time to bust out the roofies for them. Also, they may be screaming to play the music that is simultaneously the soundtrack to MTv, and are always starting fights, but are never willing to carry them out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality 2: The Slut.&lt;br /&gt;Enough said about this one. They typically go around similar to the Club Trash, trying to pick up the opposite sex, or if one is lucky, the same female sex using words and phrases that would make even Howard Stern be as disgusted as a Mormon watching a satanic porno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality 3: The Keg Gatekeeper:&lt;br /&gt;Although they may slightly control the alcohol flow, they are generally the drunkest at the party because they generally hang around the keg like Oprah around a cheeseburger buffet. Which is why they become the keg gatekeeper, because when they're not filling and chugging they're cup, they pour beer for other peeps looking to steal THEIR precious concoction of barley, hops, and the ever-great C&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;H&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;6&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;O. And they might be the most economical drunks in the world, I mean, what is better than paying 3 bucks to drink 1/8 a keg? Then, when the keg runs dry, even though they may be the biggest guy at the party, they disappear without a trace like a ninja.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality 4: The Stoner.&lt;br /&gt;Stoners won't drink alot of the alcohol at the party, but rather will turn any random room in a stranger's house into a THC lair that even Cheech and Chong would envy. Plus, they're generally more inunderstandable than even the drunkest party goer with such lingo as "Hey man, let's go chong down some Botswana danks that I scored in the Springs. That shit's straight, we need to go chief down in that closet so bad that not even Jesus could groove to that much shit man. Fuck I'm so fucking blazed right now..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality 5: The In-The-Closet-Intellectual&lt;br /&gt;This is what I would fit into, although I may moonlight in the Keg Gatekeeper section for a bit. It's amazing how 6 beers can turn a kid from talking about cigarettes and Botswana danks an hour earlier to giving his imput on Quantum Theory Physics or the effects of theology on new world governments.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality 6: The Fighter&lt;br /&gt;You all have seen them, or may even know them. They try to start fights over things as stupid as a minute portion of beer being spilled on their jacket, or a dude saying hello to their girlfriend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality 7: The Regular Party Goer.&lt;br /&gt;Bland, uninteresting, but make up 33% of the party. Once the keg runs dry, they scurry to the next one like some hippies following the Grateful Dead around town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality 8: The 5-0&lt;br /&gt;A party isn't great without a good ole' bust by the cops. God I love them, because the adrenaline rush they give you by forcing you to run while trying to hold 8 cups of beer is almost unequaled in the civilian world of America.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Personality 9: The Dead Rockstar&lt;br /&gt;The only way to view them is injesting hallucinogens instead of alcohol or other drugs. There's nothing like seeing Jerry Garcia play "Touch of Grey" on the roof of the house or the moon while trying to follow the drama-packed converstaions at the brewhaha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day: Gwar - "War Party" (off the new album, buy it or burn in hell!)&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day: "We were each on 10cc of heroine when you took that picture, it doesn't mean shit!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807058-110042643669521679?l=ragingdrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragingdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/110042643669521679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807058&amp;postID=110042643669521679' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807058/posts/default/110042643669521679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807058/posts/default/110042643669521679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragingdrunk.blogspot.com/2004/11/college-party-ethnography.html' title='A College Party Ethnography'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08279814822670551098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807058.post-110015644345729607</id><published>2004-11-10T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-10T23:00:43.456-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Running from the Cops 101</title><content type='html'>Tonight I sacrificed 2 Kilians Irish Reds to run from the police. Here are some tips for running from the fuzz:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 1: Never follow the main group. The cops will 99% of the time chase a group of kids. But if you're just a lone drunkard smoking a cigarette, they will just cruise right by you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 2: They can't enter private property withoot a warrant, at least in CO. So jump a couple fences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rule 3: Be drunk. You always come up with the most abstract paths to run when drunk (or stoned).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807058-110015644345729607?l=ragingdrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragingdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/110015644345729607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807058&amp;postID=110015644345729607' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807058/posts/default/110015644345729607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807058/posts/default/110015644345729607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragingdrunk.blogspot.com/2004/11/running-from-cops-101.html' title='Running from the Cops 101'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08279814822670551098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807058.post-109902024012407627</id><published>2004-10-28T20:13:00.004-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T21:45:34.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>28102004</title><content type='html'>Deicide are so evil, so truly evil, that it's problebly a bad idea to even look at their album covers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How come whenever a christian zealot does something good, they usually take the credit. But, whenever they do something absolutly horrible, like talk about killing terrorists, or starting a crusade, it's always "In the Name of God!"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest age of "christian enlightenment" was also the darkest age in human retro-progress, and civil and human rights. Coincidence? And, why does christianity always seem to hold back most technological progress? Why does it allow and even help the advancement of killing others (i.e. war and weapons), while holding back the saving of human lives (i.e. medicine, stem cell research)?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"Gott is Tott."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Return of the Warlord - Manowar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807058-109902024012407627?l=ragingdrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragingdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/109902024012407627/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807058&amp;postID=109902024012407627' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807058/posts/default/109902024012407627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807058/posts/default/109902024012407627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragingdrunk.blogspot.com/2004/10/28102004.html' title='28102004'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08279814822670551098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807058.post-109884328043279882</id><published>2004-10-26T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T19:39:56.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>26102004</title><content type='html'>Black has become white. Up has become down. Uppers have become downers. Today, Our Great Leader endorsed same sex civil union just 48 hours after he was pushing his amendment banning them, in a final push to grab as many votes as possible like a crack fiend breaking into a crackhouse. Plus, I think he lost the right to call Kerry "flip flop".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kerry is a deuschbag and can never make up his mind. Bush is a moron and a terd sandwiche. No matter who makes it into office, the country's doomed. But one thing is certain, the winner won't be who has won the national popularity contest, it'll be who has thrown the most political shit snowballs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Iraq is what everyone is the issue everyone is looking at for this election. But I believe that it's a&lt;br /&gt;very naive misjudgment to only focus on that. What is the point of attempting to dominate every enemy we have on the planet, while our country slowly decends into the gutter? Take the Roman Empire for example, one of the reasons their civilization crumbled was because they stretched their influence out too far, concentrating on their military might and glory, while losing site of the home front. And, the US is slowly moving in that direction. So, what's to point of securing our enemies overseas when more people die of domestic crimes everyday than americans and allies in Iraq, and when millions are without healthcare? I'm sure if you disagree with me you could cite some republican article that proves me wrong, but I can cite some democratic article that backs me up. So this is just my opinion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Besides the legalization of marajuana (which I'll get to some time in the future), there are my views on political America. Vote Kerry '04, or you're a fascist. Better a hippie communist than an ignorant rich facist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;"My name is God, eye hate you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Eyehategod - My name is God, eye hate you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807058-109884328043279882?l=ragingdrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragingdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/109884328043279882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807058&amp;postID=109884328043279882' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807058/posts/default/109884328043279882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807058/posts/default/109884328043279882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragingdrunk.blogspot.com/2004/10/26102004.html' title='26102004'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08279814822670551098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807058.post-109873943070801131</id><published>2004-10-25T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T19:15:32.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>25102004</title><content type='html'>She got caught. That stupid bitch Ashley Simpson missed her lip sync que live on SNL. It was one of the most glorious testaments toward the rudimentary fact that pop music sucks, has no talent, and has simply taken the music aspect out of the music industry. Basically, her hired band started playing one song, and she was expecting to "sing" another (which I don't blame her because they all sound exactly the same). So, her recorded voice started playing while she was still doing her dumb little dancing. And while her band (who I have respect for now) were trying not to burst out laughing, she ran off stage, and tried blaming them for the whole fiasco after the commercial break that cut in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that, life has been pretty mundane, except for the regular binge drinking, and spritually enlightening yet physically starving and exhausting overnight and ill equiped hikes through the mountains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"If I made you read the Bible, I'd have to assign at least a couple other fictions to make it fun.&lt;br /&gt;- Casey D. , my Anthropology Professor"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the Day:&lt;br /&gt;Song: Deicide&lt;br /&gt;Artist: Deicide&lt;br /&gt;Album: Deicide&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807058-109873943070801131?l=ragingdrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragingdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/109873943070801131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807058&amp;postID=109873943070801131' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807058/posts/default/109873943070801131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807058/posts/default/109873943070801131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragingdrunk.blogspot.com/2004/10/25102004.html' title='25102004'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08279814822670551098</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-8807058.post-109850235964085735</id><published>2004-10-22T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-22T23:20:47.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>22102004</title><content type='html'>A keg is like a heart in a human body. When it dies, so does everything else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kraftwerk is brilliant is that they can say in 2 words what it takes many other professionals to say in thousands. For example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bill Bougill -&lt;br /&gt;"Why are computers valuable to us? For the most part, the value of a computer is utility and easy access to information. Computers are arguably the most powerful tools we as a society have ever created, since the invention of the wheel. Computers help us attain valuable goals everyday. ....[10 paragraphs]. In short, computers are the basis on which our society runs."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kraftwerk -&lt;br /&gt;"Interpol. Deutsche Bank. FBI. Und Scotland Yard. Computer World."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"You're not a man unless you have large amounts of booze and girls at your disposal on a friday night. You wouldn't happen to have any I can have, would you?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day/night:&lt;br /&gt;Run to the Hills - Iron Maiden&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807058-109850235964085735?l=ragingdrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragingdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/109850235964085735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807058&amp;postID=109850235964085735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807058/posts/default/109850235964085735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807058/posts/default/109850235964085735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragingdrunk.blogspot.com/2004/10/22102004.html' title='22102004'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08279814822670551098</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-8807058.post-109834214571423131</id><published>2004-10-20T23:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T11:04:04.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Evolution</title><content type='html'>Why do people argue against evolution? I hear "It's only a theory!" more times than that stupid Geico commercial with the gecko doing the robot. But in fact, a theory is the strongest scientific idea, supported by a plethora of experiments, observations, and hypothesis, almost too many to count. So, the only way to deny evolution is to deny thousands of scientific observations, and the entire range of natural laws itself. Well, before I can really dwell on it too much, I have to remind myself that it's wasted wednsday at Wasted State (Western State College) in Gunnison, Colorado. I've seen many things, from a dude jumping out a 2nd story window, to a chick exposing herself in a spirited game of charades, to 2 40 oz Old English bottles emptied into a beer bong, then directly down my esophogus, to how to set up an anchor that equalizes it's own force and pressure, no matter which direction it's turned, in a vertical technical rescue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the day:&lt;br /&gt;"I'm gonna eradicate all those jews! Oh wait, mom is calling me, gotta go clean my room. brb."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Song of the day/night:&lt;br /&gt;Trans Europe Express - Kraftwerk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807058-109834214571423131?l=ragingdrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807058/posts/default/109834214571423131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807058/posts/default/109834214571423131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragingdrunk.blogspot.com/2004/10/evolution.html' title='Evolution'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08279814822670551098</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8807058.post-109829946406772116</id><published>2004-10-20T13:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T12:11:04.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1st post</title><content type='html'>This is my first post on this blog. I can't think of anything to say off hand, but these are some awesome sites to keep you peeps occupied for a couple minutes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.kraftwerk.com"&gt;http://www.kraftwerk.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bumwine.com"&gt;http://bumwine.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8807058-109829946406772116?l=ragingdrunk.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ragingdrunk.blogspot.com/feeds/109829946406772116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8807058&amp;postID=109829946406772116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807058/posts/default/109829946406772116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8807058/posts/default/109829946406772116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ragingdrunk.blogspot.com/2004/10/1st-post_109829946406772116.html' title='1st post'/><author><name>Martin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08279814822670551098</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></feed>
