<?xml version='1.0' encoding='windows-1252'?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382950</id><updated>2008-11-12T23:56:22.545-06:00</updated><title type='text'>DeathOnABun</title><subtitle type='html'>Journal of Glenn, an introspective 20 something in the deep south.</subtitle><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deathonabun.com/journal/blog_journal.html'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.deathonabun.com/journal/atom.xml'/><author><name>Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05410847212378406277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>147</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382950.post-7794580001529445413</id><published>2008-09-08T07:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-09-08T09:03:54.841-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Perspective is a funny thing. Like when you're out and about and see a couple together and they're so caught up in each other that they seem to phase out the world around them, what does that bring to mind? A long time ago, I know for a fact I was envious. They're so lucky, or so I thought. "I wish that was me." Now, I see the same exact scenario and I'm so much more cynical. "They can't be happy</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/7794580001529445413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3382950&amp;postID=7794580001529445413' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/7794580001529445413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/7794580001529445413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deathonabun.com/journal/2008/09/perspective-is-funny-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05410847212378406277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382950.post-9106249672986093348</id><published>2007-07-06T05:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-06T05:29:47.264-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another video I want to share... found it on a friend's myspace. Yeah, I agree 100%



The transcript and this video in downloadable forms are available here.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/9106249672986093348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3382950&amp;postID=9106249672986093348' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/9106249672986093348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/9106249672986093348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deathonabun.com/journal/2007/07/another-video-i-want-to-share.html' title=''/><author><name>Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05410847212378406277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382950.post-28125470103921416</id><published>2007-07-04T23:23:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2007-07-05T04:22:35.331-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know I normally reserve this space to talk about myself and issues I'm facing in my life, but I stumbled upon a video recently that I want to talk about instead. If you take the time to read what I have to say about it, and watch part of it, I think you would agree it is fitting that I bring this up today, July 4th, as we celebrate our country's independence. The main reason being that this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/28125470103921416/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3382950&amp;postID=28125470103921416' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/28125470103921416'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/28125470103921416'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deathonabun.com/journal/2007/07/i-know-i-normally-reserve-this-space-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05410847212378406277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382950.post-6186937965187510173</id><published>2007-06-14T06:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-06-14T06:42:25.308-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know if I've mentioned this before, but I kind of have a unique view on the whole blogging phenomenon that's swept the web in recent years. You might look at this page and say yeah, ok ... it's just another blog, but I actually started posting my journal online back in 2000 when I was still in high school and at that time I'd never even heard the word "blog." My journal was easily the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/6186937965187510173/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3382950&amp;postID=6186937965187510173' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/6186937965187510173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/6186937965187510173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deathonabun.com/journal/2007/06/i-dont-know-if-ive-mentioned-this.html' title=''/><author><name>Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05410847212378406277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382950.post-117637476334076183</id><published>2007-04-12T05:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T05:46:03.360-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a long time since I've posted, but that's not very unusual. Since I last wrote here, I've pretty well blocked myself off from the outside world. I wake up, I go to work, I come home, and I play World of Warcraft until I pass out. That's pretty much the day to day process. I smoke about a pack a day, my room is littered with Mountain Dew, Red Bull, and Rockstar cans. I can't remeber the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/117637476334076183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3382950&amp;postID=117637476334076183' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/117637476334076183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/117637476334076183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deathonabun.com/journal/2007/04/its-been-long-time-since-ive-posted-but.html' title=''/><author><name>Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05410847212378406277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382950.post-116193108021614102</id><published>2006-10-27T01:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T01:51:15.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes you hear a song that you completely identify with. This is How Long by Hinder:

Click to listen free on Rhapsody

Why'd you go and break what's already broken
I try to take a breath but I'm already choking
How long till this goes away
I try to remember to forget you
But I break down every time I do
It's left me less than zero
Beat down and bruised
I can't see him with you
Why'd you go </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/116193108021614102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3382950&amp;postID=116193108021614102' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/116193108021614102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/116193108021614102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deathonabun.com/journal/2006/10/sometimes-you-hear-song-that-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05410847212378406277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382950.post-115683715572709452</id><published>2006-08-29T01:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-08-29T02:39:15.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We tend to measure ourselves by our ideas. 
We tend to measure others by their actions.

Perhaps we should learn to make exceptions for those we love.
Else we risk losing them.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/115683715572709452/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3382950&amp;postID=115683715572709452' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/115683715572709452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/115683715572709452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deathonabun.com/journal/2006/08/we-tend-to-measure-ourselves-by-our.html' title=''/><author><name>Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05410847212378406277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382950.post-115345819282166297</id><published>2006-07-21T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-21T00:04:33.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We've all heard people say something like this: "[meaningful thing here] is a two way street"

So what if what you have isn't [meaningful thing here]? 

What if it's something else. Then is it not still a 2 way street? 

Maybe you think it's [meaningful thing here] but really it is something else and that two way street is really a one way street and you're going the wrong way.

The point, I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/115345819282166297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3382950&amp;postID=115345819282166297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/115345819282166297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/115345819282166297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deathonabun.com/journal/2006/07/weve-all-heard-people-say-something.html' title=''/><author><name>Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05410847212378406277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382950.post-115284356064932305</id><published>2006-07-13T21:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T21:19:20.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Every time she makes me hate her, I love her just a little less.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/115284356064932305/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3382950&amp;postID=115284356064932305' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/115284356064932305'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/115284356064932305'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deathonabun.com/journal/2006/07/every-time-she-makes-me-hate-her-i-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05410847212378406277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382950.post-115120469257565264</id><published>2006-06-24T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T22:04:52.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Desires and emotions as such are involuntary; they are not subject to direct and immediate volitional control; they are the automatic result of subconscious integrations. . . .  It is impossible to compute the magnitude of the disaster, the wreckage of human lives, produced by the belief that desires and emotions can be commanded in and out of existence by an act of will."

- Nathanial Branden</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/115120469257565264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3382950&amp;postID=115120469257565264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/115120469257565264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/115120469257565264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deathonabun.com/journal/2006/06/desires-and-emotions-as-such-are.html' title=''/><author><name>Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05410847212378406277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382950.post-115113015765474685</id><published>2006-06-24T01:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-24T01:22:37.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is it better to be loved or wanted? It seems to be such a simple question, but I'm having trouble figuring it out. Does it make sense to give up on someone who loves you because other people make you feel wanted? ... or more importantly, is it ok to not be wanted as long as you're loved? It's something to think about.

They always say you want what you can't have. This may be true, but it doesn't</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/115113015765474685/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3382950&amp;postID=115113015765474685' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/115113015765474685'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/115113015765474685'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deathonabun.com/journal/2006/06/is-it-better-to-be-loved-or-wanted-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05410847212378406277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382950.post-115100935061228506</id><published>2006-06-22T15:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T18:49:08.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My fiance, Melissa, left me two days ago. So the first thing u will want to know is why. I honestly can't tell you. I wasn't given much of a reason myself. 

I know in my heart that she is making a mistake. I know if she looks within herself hard enough, she knows it too. She knows she fell in love with me for a reason - and I am still that same guy. If she were to meet me today for the first </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/115100935061228506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3382950&amp;postID=115100935061228506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/115100935061228506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/115100935061228506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deathonabun.com/journal/2006/06/my-fiance-melissa-left-me-two-days-ago.html' title=''/><author><name>Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05410847212378406277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382950.post-114856120911597313</id><published>2006-05-25T07:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-25T07:46:49.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really wish I knew what is wrong with me. I constantly feel as though something is amiss in my relationship. It makes my stomach churn and at random times I just feel like crying. I don't know why. It's like there's something eating away at me and I just can't put my finger on it. Sometimes, Melissa will look at me and ask me what's wrong, and I tell her "nothing." It's not really nothing, it's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/114856120911597313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3382950&amp;postID=114856120911597313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/114856120911597313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/114856120911597313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deathonabun.com/journal/2006/05/i-really-wish-i-knew-what-is-wrong-with.html' title=''/><author><name>Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05410847212378406277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382950.post-114721702648428625</id><published>2006-05-09T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T18:23:46.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I just wanted to say that I honestly did not mean most of the things I said in that last post. I won't make excuses. It was a bad decision on my part. Things lately have been much much better and I'm a lot more optimistic about the future. Also, I would like to especially apologize to Melissa for what I said. I would do anything to be able to take back all of it. I know these have been trying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/114721702648428625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3382950&amp;postID=114721702648428625' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/114721702648428625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/114721702648428625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deathonabun.com/journal/2006/05/i-just-wanted-to-say-that-i-honestly.html' title=''/><author><name>Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05410847212378406277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382950.post-114650094684783019</id><published>2006-05-01T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-01T11:29:06.916-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is it wrong to post my thoughts on the internet?
Is it wrong if I sometimes think about telling her I need a few days to myself and just disappearing for a while? 
Is it wrong for me to want to (and try to) give someone everything they want - no matter the expense? 
Is it wrong if sometimes I think about cancelling WoW just to see if she would leave me over it? 
Is it wrong for me to have her on </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/114650094684783019/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3382950&amp;postID=114650094684783019' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/114650094684783019'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/114650094684783019'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deathonabun.com/journal/2006/05/is-it-wrong-to-post-my-thoughts-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05410847212378406277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382950.post-114545061273317446</id><published>2006-04-19T06:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T13:38:04.350-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was going to write something today. In fact, I had it completely written. I then realized it wasn't fair to the only person who I knew would read it. The one person I love more than anything or anyone else. Melissa, you know how I feel about you and that's the most important thing. I also want you to know that I am doing everything I can to make our relationship as meaningful and enjoyable for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/114545061273317446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3382950&amp;postID=114545061273317446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/114545061273317446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/114545061273317446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deathonabun.com/journal/2006/04/i-was-going-to-write-something-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05410847212378406277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382950.post-113247302147761494</id><published>2005-11-20T01:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-20T01:50:21.490-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LEEEEROY JENKINS!!! ehh... I just saw the video so it's still funny to me. Back off. I'm back bitches. That's right. I'm catching everyone off guard. Everybody like OMG - that doab guy is back. heh... w/e. I'm thoroughly entrenched in (err addicted to)the world of warcraft - lvl 53 at the time of this post... a human mage on stormreaver. My guild is The Crows. WoW is the best game of all time. If</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/113247302147761494/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3382950&amp;postID=113247302147761494' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/113247302147761494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/113247302147761494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deathonabun.com/journal/2005/11/leeeeroy-jenkins-ehh.html' title=''/><author><name>Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05410847212378406277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382950.post-110258818184340278</id><published>2004-12-09T03:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T04:29:41.843-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok. let's do this thing. people have been waiting for an update, so here it is. what have I missed. Let's see, a while back I busted up my car pretty good. It's a long story though so I won't go into it. I had to put the stock front bumper on it and the rear bumper I had repaired. 3/4th's of a bodykit ain't too bad I guess. Might get the front re-done one day... when I can afford it. Anyway... 
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/110258818184340278/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3382950&amp;postID=110258818184340278' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/110258818184340278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/110258818184340278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deathonabun.com/journal/2004/12/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05410847212378406277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382950.post-109813281720163805</id><published>2004-10-18T15:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-18T15:53:37.200-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I debuted a new look for the site today. It's drasticly different and yet fundamentally the same. I really want to change the layout completely, but I'm not an html whiz-kid. I'm merely a frontpage loser with a knack for photoshop effects. Yeah... so... not much going on. I'm currently having more work done on my car. I wish that meant I was getting some cool new mod, but I'm not. I backed </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/109813281720163805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3382950&amp;postID=109813281720163805' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/109813281720163805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/109813281720163805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deathonabun.com/journal/2004/10/so-i-debuted-new-look-for-site-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05410847212378406277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382950.post-109527384588103655</id><published>2004-09-15T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T13:44:05.880-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay, well... sometimes there's nothing happening worth writing to you about and other times there's so much happening that I just don't have time to write about. Now is one of those times where I just don't have enough time to go into detail on everything I need to catch up on here. At least that's my story and I'm sticking to it. 

First of all, I found out that as of Jan. first, my paychecks</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/109527384588103655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3382950&amp;postID=109527384588103655' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/109527384588103655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/109527384588103655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deathonabun.com/journal/2004/09/okay-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05410847212378406277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382950.post-109304291791262252</id><published>2004-08-20T18:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T18:25:03.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I'm back... but I really don't feel like boring you with my day to day ramblings, and I really thankful I don't have anything to bitch about right now, so I'm going to try something a little different. Besides, I'm just a big fan of weird stuff like this. Enjoy...

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bRc6T$b(up0oq]9ebRc6T$b(up0oq]9ebRc6T$b(up0oq]9ebRc6T$b(</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/109304291791262252/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3382950&amp;postID=109304291791262252' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/109304291791262252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/109304291791262252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deathonabun.com/journal/2004/08/so-im-back.html' title=''/><author><name>Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05410847212378406277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382950.post-109158435136620508</id><published>2004-08-03T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T20:52:31.366-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am I being punished?
</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/109158435136620508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3382950&amp;postID=109158435136620508' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/109158435136620508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/109158435136620508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deathonabun.com/journal/2004/08/am-i-being-punished.html' title=''/><author><name>Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05410847212378406277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382950.post-109149935016453044</id><published>2004-08-02T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T21:15:50.163-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So... welcome to another exciting episode of the Glenn show. So, I talked to Eric tonight. I really feel sorry for the poor guy. As rough as my life seems at times, his problems make mine seem trivial. The last time I talked to him ... (it's been about a month I guess,) he told me that some old girlfriend of his had called him and said his son wanted to meet him. As if that wasn't enough, now I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/109149935016453044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3382950&amp;postID=109149935016453044' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/109149935016453044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/109149935016453044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deathonabun.com/journal/2004/08/so.html' title=''/><author><name>Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05410847212378406277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382950.post-109044348793159795</id><published>2004-07-21T15:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-21T15:58:07.930-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So this past Monday was fun. I had to take the day off work to go downtown and pay a speeding ticket I got a while back. All that went well and good, although the clerk at the court house was an extremely rude bitch. Anyway, I'm on the interstate making my way home when I look down and my check engine light (CEL) is on. As if I needed another problem. So my first thought it is there is a problem </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/109044348793159795/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3382950&amp;postID=109044348793159795' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/109044348793159795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/109044348793159795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deathonabun.com/journal/2004/07/so-this-past-monday-was-fun.html' title=''/><author><name>Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05410847212378406277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3382950.post-108982685409266590</id><published>2004-07-14T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-14T12:40:54.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Glenn's Guide to building a killer DVD Collection.

You will need: 
A PC w/ DVD burner, CloneDVD &amp; AnyDVD apps, lots of blank DVD+/-R discs, and a Blockbuster membership. (Optional: disc labels, DVD cases, and photo paper for case covers)    

Step 1
Get the Moviepass from Blockbuster &amp; rent 2 ($25) or 3 ($30) movies, depending on which plan you choose. 

Step 2 
Go home and copy the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/108982685409266590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3382950&amp;postID=108982685409266590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/108982685409266590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3382950/posts/default/108982685409266590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://www.deathonabun.com/journal/2004/07/glenns-guide-to-building-killer-dvd.html' title=''/><author><name>Glenn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05410847212378406277</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
