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			<title>What I&#039;ve been doin.</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[Due to problems swapping over servers for this blog I screwed something up but finally got it working again. I posted this already but due to my ignorance and lack of linux skill it didn&#039;t save. I signed up on Myspace.com because everyone else was and posted a few blogs there while this one was down.<br /><br />I&#039;ve been busy working on Unreal Tournament maps, a friend of mine Eric has a cool room and I&#039;ve been mapping it for the game. I&#039;ve been working on a map also based on Stargate SG-1&#039;s SGC. Making models the usual model building hobby.<br /><br />I&#039;ve recently decided to try building my own PC again. Since I didn&#039;t have good luck on the first barebone kit I got from TigerDirect.com I promised myself I&#039;d never buy from them again. But I saw a sweet deal and thought I&#039;d give them another try. Bad thing is, few of the parts were on backorder so I can&#039;t test what I&#039;ve got right now until those come in. The reason for building another PC for home is the fact that my old 1999 Northgate PC is finally near death. I have a Gig drive in it now just to temporarily use until I build a new one. I&#039;ve also been working on PC&#039;s for a few people, PC repair (if you wanna call it that) is just a hobby that I hate, because computers suck.<br /><br />Few months back we got dialup at home finally, we live near a lake and have never had any kind of internet service. Problems occured with the ISP and we found we could get DSL, a slow version of it, but better than nothing. As long as it feeds my mom&#039;s hunger for POGO.com she&#039;s ok with it.<br /><br />After the end of this month I won&#039;t have Satilite TV anymore because I have no money to pay for another full year from Dish Network, cost 356 bucks just to have it a full year and that&#039;s the cheapest plan. The ironic thing is, I had to buy a new TV in late January because my TV&#039;s screen died. Here it is a few months later and I&#039;m going to be stuck with a TV which purpose is to sit there and collect dust. Because A. I don&#039;t buy movies or rent movies to watch.<br />B. I have no money to waste on buying things to watch.<br /><br />Been drifting away from the IRC Chat part of the internet and was introduced to jabber by a friend of mine. It&#039;s sweet.<br /><br />A friend of mine Rick, bought a domain called http://www.scifi-fans.com and he put me incharge of setting the main page and some other things up. He has recently changed it over to a new host and domain called http://www.scifix.com. Been doing stuff on that.<br /><br />Been dealing with depression alot lately. Still think the world sucks and everything.<br /><br />This post was different the first time I posted.]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Tue, 18 Apr 2006 20:27:51 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>Fun Fights With Drunks</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[I&#039;ll just begin by what I first recall. My dad with his drunk self sitting at the kitchen table leaned up on the bar next to him as he watches tv. A friend of my parents has shown up. Mom gets off the computer in the back she&#039;s had a few herself tonight, they all start talking at the table. Before long the conversation is about the finances, about one of their log trucks and just each other. Arguing begins between mom and dad, dads cusing as usual, the finger. My mom is so buzzed she doesn&#039;t seem to care and is being real witty. My dad likes to just stare a person down when he&#039;s mad at them. My mom just looks back at him and says &quot;What you lookin at? and pukers up her lips&quot; etc... stuff like that. As their friend leaves it starts rolling my dad starts to bring up the past and says my mom&#039;s a whore. My mom says &quot;what?&quot; my dad says &quot;yeah during the day when she&#039;s out she&#039;s sleeping with someone in town. My mom joking says &quot;yep your right that&#039;s me the whore even though I&#039;m at the store from when it&#039;s open until it&#039;s closed and when I leave im not gone but 5 mins.&quot; Their friend says &quot;now I dont think thats nice to say about your wife&quot; dad says &quot;she&#039;s the one that just said it I didn&#039;t!&quot; mom says &quot;no you just said that to me!&quot; Arguing gets worse, they start talking about the past (started as usual by my dad and he then blaims my mom for starting it). He&#039;s all about saying &quot;I LOVE YOU!&quot; and moms like saying &quot;No you don&#039;t, if you loved me you wouldn&#039;t treat me the way You do!&quot; he&#039;s all &quot;What do you mean?&quot; and starts just with the &quot;why&quot; questions like a parrot. He brings my name up in the conversation and i hear &quot;Just ask Brandon!, he said you&#039;d be dumb to leave me! He said your mind is fried from being infront of that computer!&quot; So i make my way in the kitchen to fill up my water and get into the mix. Basicly tell him to stop putting words in my mouth, that I said I knew why she&#039;s always on the computer and that it&#039;s to get away from him. I start talking to him about how he is to everyone else and he&#039;s all &quot;no i don&#039;t&quot; &quot;no&quot; denile denile denile. They kept talkign about the past, my mom would say &quot;Im done with this, some time this year I&#039;m gone. Dad&#039;s all &quot;well carry it then&quot; i but in and say &quot;Now if you loved mom the way you say you do why do you want her to leave?&quot; he says &quot;I don&#039;t!&quot; i say &quot;Well you just said you did&quot; he says &quot;No i didn&#039;t&quot; etc... those kind of arguments keep going, I start talking him down, not actually trying to hurt his feelings but i just let it all out and my mom&#039;s sitting there saying &quot;keep going your doing good, let it all out!&quot; I talk to him about life and stuff that totally twists his brain that he can&#039;t keep up (which isn&#039;t that hard to do) but I don&#039;t mean to screw with his head im just speaking normal plain ol things that just go on and why he does things he does. He starts asking my mom &quot;Why do you wanna leave&quot; she says &quot;because of you&quot; dad says &quot;NO BECAUSE OF YOU! (looking at my mom)&quot; I then say again &quot;there you go again!&quot; he&#039;s all &quot;Shes always cusing at me!&quot; i say &quot;funny how your the only one that uses the swear words&quot; saying he loves her over and over. I start more into the meaning of life stuff saying &quot;if insanity runs in this family on your side, then im not going to allow this desease go any further, thats why im not ever going to find anyone out there!&quot; blah blah stuff is said, we&#039;re all to a moment where he&#039;s saying &quot;your smart!&quot; (not the meaning of being a smart blank, but saying I am actually smart at stuff&quot; my mom still joking around says &quot;and im dumb&quot; i say &quot;NO im dumb, stupid, retarded, failure since i was born the boy with allergies flat feet and selfesteam problems.&quot; my mom says &quot;I have low self esteam&quot; my dad looking at my mom says &quot;Your crazy! You done lost your mind!&quot; getting all mad and stuff. I say &quot;NO i have the most!&quot; etc... There was a moment where my dad would say something and just get lost in what he was trying to say and forget what he even said, i&#039;d relay back to him what he said and he would say he didnt say it but id say he did and i guess it confused him. He starts talking about his family that he loves us and wants to support us. My moms like &quot;well why dont you get a job&quot; and they start all on the job argument&quot; I talked more about how crazy this house is and that he was  the cause. Mentioned to him about his little episodes of talking to himself i said &quot;I walked in here the other night and you were talking to yourself&quot; he said &quot;no i was talking to the dishwasher!&quot; I said &quot;Oh im sorry Mr. Dishwasher...&quot; then i said &quot;what about the night you told me to come in the kitchen, stand under a vent in the ceiling and listen. You said Creedance was playing in the vents and when the air would go off they would stop playing and when it came back on they started again&quot; he said &quot;uh .... yeah!&quot; I&#039;d say now to a normal sane person wouldn&#039;t that seem a bit off the wall wouldn&#039;t you say a bit Insane?&quot; he said &quot;no&quot; i said &quot;why are you in denile he said &quot;im not!&quot; and said &quot;you are&quot; i said laughing &quot;OH I am?&quot; he said &quot;yeah&quot; i said &quot;what am in denile about&quot; he said &quot;i dunno you jsut are&quot; and i said &quot;no there you go again i bet you can&#039;t even remember what this conversation is about&quot; he just looked at me with a blank face as I said &quot;thats what I mean about alot of it, one moment your swearing at everyone yelling and hollering then its like someone just flips a switch and your all &quot;I love you, why are you mad at me&quot; kinda stuff&quot;. I keep on &quot;do you even remember what we just discussed?&quot; he&#039;s all &quot;yes!&quot; i say &quot;well repeat back to me what I just now said&quot; he just sits there. I said &quot;by tomorrow you&#039;ll of forgotten this conversation has taken place!&quot; Really talked him down but not meaning too. My mom got up to get on the computer. there was a brief moment of silence and he said &quot;your momma thinks blah blah about the store and the trucking business&quot; i said &quot;i dont care, sell it!, Sell the store, sell whatever we dont need&quot; he says &quot;and do what?&quot; i say &quot;get a job and work and actualy make a living&quot; he says &quot;and do what?&quot; i say &quot;get a job and work do some manual labor&quot; he says &quot;you can&#039;t do manual labor?&quot; i said &quot;did you even hear me? Why are you putting words in my mouth? I didn&#039;t say I couldn&#039;t do manual labor&quot; he said &quot;you just now said you did&quot; I said &quot;No there you go again twisting up whats real and whats not real!&quot; talked him down more and he just sat there quiet and the only thing that came out of his mouth was the words &quot;..just..just..shutup....&quot; I said &quot;ok but you know im right!&quot; I stood there looking out the window and he said &quot;Just go out there and rent some poles&quot; i said &quot;what? Rense some poles, or Rent some poles&quot; he said something like &quot;rents&quot; acted like he was putting soemthing in the ground&quot; i said &quot;oh do you mean work in the oil field back when you use to actually work?&quot; there was some more silence, he said &quot;why don&#039;t you just go in your room and watch tv&quot; i said &quot;my tv is busted it doesnt work&quot; he says &quot;well just go dig a hole&quot;. I had to pee anyway so i just left. During the explosive converation he was all confused about one thing, man I wish i could remember what i had said, it made alot of sense and he totally got confused. Something like mom saying &quot;you are? and him saying &quot;No you are!&quot; id but in and say &quot;now there you go again... your saying she is when she isn&#039;t but saying you are when you obviously are&quot; he says &quot;but you are!&quot; and starts with me with it. i dont know it was crazy.<br /><br />There was a time during their argument my mom told him she had enough and that she was going to move out to the rent house they own. My dad would say &quot;I&#039;m moving out! We need to sell this place and live there&quot;. My mom said &quot;no you don&#039;t hear me I want out, I&#039;ll live there you live here, or I live here you live there&quot; he just looks at me with a blank stare of &quot;huh?&quot; like he didn&#039;t even understand what was being said.<br /><br />I&#039;m sure i left out a bunch of good stuff that im sorry to of forgotten :(. Boy my nerves got rattled but I stood in there strong.]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2006 06:42:44 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>The Log Truck Bind</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[months ago the only log truck that was actually making money started to run hot. Well the driver drove it to the mechanic&#039;s (who use to be a sorta friend of the family) home (where he usually works on trucks on the side charging 40 dollars an hour &quot;CASH ABSOLUTLY NO CHECKS&quot;) but charges my parents only 25 an hour mostly because they&#039;ve used him for so long and that was his going rate back then and they were friends. The mechanic said a piston had gone bad and needed replacing, but he said it would be best just to rebuild the entire engine. Well before long he started coming up with more stuff that needed replacing until he had completely broke down the whole engine and said it needed a complete rebuild. My mom couldn&#039;t understand why it would need one because there wasn&#039;t really anything badly wrong with it. She just told him to fix what was wrong. But before the mechanic looked at it he just said &quot;it will need to be rebuilt and it&#039;s going to take 80 hours&quot; when in the past on the same truck that couldn&#039;t even move because the engine was completely dead didn&#039;t take over 20 hours. Rebuilding cost a lot! So over the 3 or so months taking this and that off and ordering more parts and my mom having to pay for all of it borrowing money etc.. the truck was ready. Problem was (like my mom told the mechanic from the beginning) that there wasn&#039;t any money to pay him with, they&#039;d have to haul a few loads to pay him. Well that day the truck was ready the mechanic said he would give them only until 12noon to come up with the $2000. Time went by the mechanic kept wanting his money to fast, 2 days later he threatened to jump the price up to 40 dollars an hour if they didn&#039;t pay him soon. Almost a week goes by, right before christmas and we recieve in the mail a supposid Lein against the truck that says something like &quot;if you do not pay within 10 days the truck will be taken by the mechanic. And she&#039;d like have to pay $3200&quot; It was a blue inked 20pt font little paragraph with the word lien misspelled as &quot;LEAN&quot;. And at the top left area was this PO BOX address that was supposidly from some business in town called ATR. No official stamp logo anywhere on the &quot;LIEN&quot; but only the mechanics signature in an envelope (not priority but like where the person that sent it recieves a slip saying you got it and to make it look like super offical but not really i remember the word for it, noterized or something). I looked at the paper and knew it had to be just typed up by him and printed up by his computer. Research found that the ATR did not exist in town. He was trying to scare my mom into paying him. Sure she owes him but she said it would take time to pay. It&#039;s been over the 10 days and my parents still have the truck and it&#039;s hauling slowly but surely. She&#039;s waiting for someone to buy an old hauling trailer so she can pay the mechanic. My dad owns an old welding machine that did work until the mechanic used it a few years ago and it broke while he was using it and has been at his house ever since. My dad told him that they would give him that for payment that it was worth at least $4000. But the mechanic said he wanted cash. It&#039;s now chained up at the mechanics house to his shop (like we&#039;d try to steal it or something). Anyway, as this is going on the mechanics wife works at a truckstop across the road from where my parents little bait store is. Before this whole lien letter came in, my mom had went to the truckstop to get some lunch and talked to the mechanics wife. She said &quot;Well we need that money because I put a lot of stuff on layaway for blah blah... The mechanic is like one of the only ones in town and has a lot of other people that use his services so it&#039;s not like they are in a bind for money. My mom told her friend of hers about the lein and how the mechanic jumped the price, her friend told her that he couldn&#039;t do anything because if he did we could turn him in to the IRS for not putting down that he gets paid for working on trucks at his house. Like not turning in the income from it or something. He has a sign that says cash only so whatever. Mom also talked to others and they say the same thing. Buncha money grubbers! So having no christmas was becasue of that but who says you have to have presents at christmas time :)]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Sun, 08 Jan 2006 06:42:09 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>You know what really pisses me off?</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[A few things I can take in life. But I don&#039;t like it when my family is screwed by family. My mom is the middle child of 3 children. Her sister is older than she and their brother. Their brother, my uncle has been one of those preacher people whatevers. A church person, years ago he, his wife and their two kids went over to the Ukraine to do missionary work. When he got back here in the states, he continued doing church crap. What I call screwing people. For instance there was this one time he went to a used car dealership and asked if they could have a car for their church to use. The dealer thought that would be a good idea so he gave them a car, figuring they would use it to drive around for church purposes. Wrong my uncle and the church he whatevers for sold the car so they could get the money for the church. My aunt, his wife use to be a hair solon person, and I have yet to recall her working during and even after they came back from the Ukraine. Their kids are forbidden to watch things, they are real strict to them. My uncle has always been one of those &quot;your not important I am&quot; kind of people. Head up high like he&#039;s better than you are. When you&#039;re around him you can&#039;t be yourself or actually have a valid opinion. Heck he doesn&#039;t even listen to you if it&#039;s nothing he thinks is important. I delt with them all I could.<br /><br />My grandparents throughout the entire grandchildren era have shelled out money for our needs and wants and crap. I&#039;m not going to deny I hassled my grandmother once for a playstation. Practily sat in the floor of walmart and refused to leave until I had one. Man I was really stupid. But nothing like how my mothers sister&#039;s oldest and youngest daughters do to her. Always making my grandmother give them money, let them use her credit card, her car. Having to baby sit her great grandchild all the time and not have a free life herself. Heck ever since my aunt moved out from under their roof she married and moved in next door to them and my grandparents had to pay their bills. My mom however was never like that, as soon as she could she moved out and away started up a family. Actually worked hard for what she has. I hear all the time that my uncle was a spoilt little brat as a child. You know it&#039;s no wonder my grandmother got cancer, we all gave it to her. She survived it of course and the first thing that happened, bam stuck with the great grandchild again, well until my cousin finally got out for a while and the child started school. I stopped with the whole &quot;i want things everytime we go to grandmothers house&quot; years ago after I graduated. I rarely go to their house mostly just on special occasions. One day when I&#039;m rich I&#039;m going to pay them back! I was so frickn&#039; childish back then. What gets me though is this still continues now. When my grandmother was in the hospitial my aunt was worried that if something happened to my grandmother that there would be no one to watch her granddaughter. Yes, my aunts granddaughter! Course my other cousin had a child too, now it&#039;s basicly the same ordeal.<br /><br />I remember growing up I was always called stupid pothetic by the eyes of my grandfather, I had failed 2 grades and called retarded just because I wasn&#039;t the fastest person in the class (mostly because I didn&#039;t care). I was also the oldest grandchild on that side and the only male at that time. My mom&#039;s sisters oldest daughter is just a few months younger than I am, she played sports, graduated when she was suppose to, all that. But! Went off and got pregnant and stuck my grandparents with basicly having to raise her daughter (as I mentioned earlier) because the father was lazy and she was lazy her self. &quot;Mamaw fix me a hamburger patty I&#039;m hongry!&quot; That still ticks me off that day I went there to fix a computer I let my cousin borrow (the time she was living at my grandparents house) and she gave orders. Course my grandmothers allways been that way. Allow anyone to walk all over her :(. My grandfather though,  he&#039;s one of those that like to tell you what you need to do and stuff practily make you feel unimportant to the world. However after his heart attack years ago he has lightened up a lot. Anyway I&#039;m straying away from why I&#039;m actually posting. MY UNCLE.<br /><br />As soon as my uncle and his family got back from the Ukraine they have been the demanders. He got a job, quit, moved his family to Oklahoma, got a job selling crap over the phone which he one day called my mother trying to sell her something. She can&#039;t stand him either ever since he practicly stole a part to a 3wheeler we owned. From what I can tell he and his family live in homes that are furnished by the church or something, I can&#039;t really recall what it is he does, but he does preach, Baptist I think no wait &quot;non denomination&quot; or some crap whatever that is. Though he does spurt off gospel talk when you don&#039;t wanna hear it The recent &quot;scandle&quot; he has sucked my grandparents into really does suck. He had put calaterial on a house or something that he and his family were living in. (some crap) And something happened and they were going to loose the house. He calls up his parents (my grandparents) and gets them to pay the debt of it off or whatever. Every year we would go to my grandparents for thanksgiving and christmas, this year my grandparents are going to my uncles...<br /><br />My mom&#039;s daddy&#039;s brother-in-law just passed away like 3 days ago. My mom went to his memorial service thing, my uncle was there. My mom said that as soon as it was over, my grandfather and my uncle were heading to the bank. Really pisses me off that he can screw so many people over including his own parents. We never hear from my uncle unless he wants something. Isn&#039;t that sad? But he&#039;s MR. Church man! Church screwing the public. Sound familiar? I might just rent me a donkey and walk up into his church some day. It&#039;s time my wrath began it&#039;s journey!]]></description>
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			<pubDate>Fri, 14 Oct 2005 02:39:19 GMT</pubDate>
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			<title>The 15 year crush.</title>
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			<description><![CDATA[I failed 4th grade in a previous school so my mom sent me to another school that she heard was better. I began my second 4th grade at Taylor Middle School. That year I started to like this girl in my glass, though she didn&#039;t like me back. I became friends with her brother who was in the 3rd grade and a friend of theres in the 4th grade. Her brother would invite me over to stay the night. The typical spending the night that all kids do at that age. Everytime I&#039;d go over there, she&#039;d be there. You&#039;re thinking &quot;yeah you only went over there because of her!&quot; No, I enjoyed being over there and doing the typical play that all kids do around that age. But yeah I&#039;ll admit I did like being there. I soon became friends with her myself. It was a buddy friendship with all 4 of us (her brother, our friend, she and I). It reminded me of The Wonder Years. We would all play touch football in a neighbors yard. She would be on the friends team, and her brother and I on our own team. We sucked and they always won. Near bought every few days I was at their house, around them a lot. Though we were buddy friends, I had a hidden crush that she wasn&#039;t aware of.<br /><br />5th grade, still had the crush, mostly did all the same stuff all the time. We all hung out, at their house, would go ride bikes. Just do stuff, sometimes just her brother she and I. 6th grade I made my feelings for her known to her. I told her I loved her, made her a mixed tape of love songs. I even sang to her the song &quot;In a week or two&quot; memorized it just to sing it to her. That&#039;s were I messed up. Making my feelings known to her it freaked her out. Her parents thought it was cute and would encourage it to her. Think that made her mad at times. Though our buddy friendship was narrower, she would still talk to me.<br /><br />Junior High, 7th Grade. Buddies again, she thought at the time that my crush for her had ended. Our friend, her brother and she were thinking of taking TaeKwonDo with their aunt and younger cousin. Invited me to just go with them to check it out see if I were intrested. We all started taking it together and my sis joined. Their aunt dropped it, over time her brother, then our friend. She and I stuck with it for some time, I think she enjoyed the sparring sessions. Though I enjoyed being hit by her. :) I remember in one of our small 9 classmate classes she and I performed a few of the forms/patterns in our TaeKwonDo uniforms. As the grades/years went by she went through a few boyfriends. I still continued having a crush. Our buddy friendship separated far to just knowing each other type friends that would say hi every so often. (the typical thing that happens to friends in highschool). We graduated, she got married, moved off and had two kids.<br /><br />It&#039;s now 6 years later, I recently saw her at one of my and her sister&#039;s softball games a few months back, talked to her catching up on things. Seeing her again only reminded me of how much I still care for her. :( But again now she&#039;s married with 2 kids. She did tell me that they moved back around living near her parents that I should come to their house sometime just to visit. Which I know that wouldn&#039;t be right because she&#039;s again married, and it to me would feel awkward.<br /><br />So you&#039;re wondering what brought this post up? Last night I had a dream. A plague swept mankind by touch. People dieing, getting sick quickly, chasing each other infecting those not infected, a plague of hate. The only cure, love! Kissing the one you were ment to be with. In my dream both she and I were affected, we were sent to a hospital area bodys all around sick. Someone came to us with the cure, we had to kiss, (actually it was the exchage of saliva produced by both persons that cured the individuals, an exchage of parts of dna) it was weird as all dreams are. So we kissed in my dream, I actually felt her lips on mine, it felt good. But I don&#039;t know how it could of felt because I have never been kissed before by a girl. I cryed in my dream immediatly after and hugged her. Expressed to her how much I cared for her still, and I actually felt overly emotional as if something unlocked inside of me and my old self emerged, the one that I have hidden back from the world, the one that I have this illusion covering even to this day. Fast forward to months later, we are looking for a place to live together. She is excited, I am excited that we will begin our new life together. We are scoping out the apartment/house, talking about were things will go. We are in love. I wake up this morning refreshed and a lonely feeling overtakes me of what could of been, the girl of my dreams, the 15 year crush I still have to this day. :(]]></description>
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			<author>brandon@arklaoutdoors.com</author>
			<pubDate>Mon, 26 Sep 2005 17:00:10 GMT</pubDate>
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