<?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-18357973</id><updated>2011-12-14T19:10:59.680-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A Place of Mystery</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>le cobr@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858923084448637887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/153/COBRA_COMMANDER.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>28</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18357973.post-114252879043056791</id><published>2006-03-16T08:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T09:06:30.430-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the way of the mac</title><content type='html'>lately i have been using the mac os and have been growing quite fond of it. i really only like the fact that they have a 24 widescreen thats hd. and the fact that they have 2 gb of ram. other then that i can get my windows pc to run that stable. all i need is a nice processor, a good chunck of memory and four sata hd set in a raid 0+1. not to mention a sli set up running two nvidia 6800 or something, then add the hd monitor and it is pretty much the same thing. then consider that i might have to buy vista this time around, unless i get a nice cracked version but with the way things are going the validation garbage will stop that. but if in fact the windows and mac os can co-exist then i will have no problems, then its mac for design and windows for games and other non proted apps that i like. only time will tell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18357973-114252879043056791?l=dirtybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/114252879043056791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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type='text'>complex</title><content type='html'>after some research manufactures have discovered that almost half of all product returns are due to the product being to complex for the individual to use. on the average the customers spend about 20 min before becoming frustrated and giving up on the product.the scientist gave a group of Phillips execs some products to take home over the weekend and they returned on monday with some disappointing results. they where all frustrated because they could not get the products working. i totally believe the info from the research. when i worked at office depot i saw tons of products that i got to work and often times bought for a huge mark down. anything from routers, mp3 players, internal parts for pc's like memory and such. all worked. the biggest scam is that they try to change the product for a nonworking one. so many hard drives that where attempted but they failed, sometimes they would get really nervous, especially when i started to walk away with the hd. they would ask what i was doing, and i would tell them. basically a few times the guy would say you dont have to do that i talked to the tech support and they said it was damaged. well if anyone has ever called the tech support they are as much help as a nipple on your elbow. so i would just shine them and check it anyway. as soon as i piggy backed the hd i would noticed that 1. the hd worked and 2. often times they wouldn't even use a similar manufacture to make the switch. one time i just flat told the guy to leave and never come back, he asked why and i just showed him the screen. i really didn't even have to boot all the way into windows because i would just go to the bios and it tells all right there. Truly amazing, but anyway back to the matter at hand, is john q public getting dumber? are they all the same as homer, as the years go by they grow  more unintelligent? how hard is it to set up these products? when i first started to work at office depot, i knew nothing really about computers and i then taught myself how to build them and fix many minor problems. i am glad that i am not subject to the increasing stupidity of the public.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18357973-114169565750554957?l=dirtybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/114169565750554957/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18357973&amp;postID=114169565750554957' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/114169565750554957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/114169565750554957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/2006/03/complex.html' title='complex'/><author><name>le cobr@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858923084448637887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/153/COBRA_COMMANDER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18357973.post-114169409899271886</id><published>2006-03-06T17:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T17:14:59.006-08:00</updated><title type='text'>firefox made $72 million</title><content type='html'>so there is a way that one can make money from offering an open source app. Apparently mozilla made $72 million from advertising. everytime you use the search field that it is integrated into the browser and you select any of the add content mozilla gets about 80 percent of the money made from the transaction. google makes the other twenty percent. not a bad way to make some real money. so now what is better, training your whole life and giving up countless hours in agonizing pain to become the next sports star or create a killer app, and make some good business connections. there is just a little less work and time to make all that money, especially if you are the mastermind of the entire idea and have a top notch team do all the developing. you can sit back and watch the money flow in. then you can spend a lot more time on important things like your family or traveling around the world. nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18357973-114169409899271886?l=dirtybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/114169409899271886/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18357973&amp;postID=114169409899271886' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/114169409899271886'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/114169409899271886'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/2006/03/firefox-made-72-million.html' title='firefox made $72 million'/><author><name>le cobr@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858923084448637887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/153/COBRA_COMMANDER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18357973.post-114152700943477560</id><published>2006-03-04T18:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T18:50:09.443-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the way back in</title><content type='html'>as the i have gotten older i have noticed that i am a little out of touch of the people younger then me.  By younger then me i mean they are like only 18,19,20 and even sometimes 21.  its mainly the music issue. i just cant get with the music, plan and simple. but as far as everything goes i feel that there is a level in which we can a call familiar. althought there are things that you could talk about and there are certain subjects that you cant speak of. Mainly because they are to young, i.e. tv shows old jokes, movies and all of the other things that happen before they where old enough to remember. its kind of funny, i often find myself starting to sound like my parents on some subjects. then i think to myself, "wow!?! i am getting old!" well, at first that's how i thought, but i have come up with an idea. i will use this gap to my advantage. with every group of people that i don't know. i know nothing of their past, they know not of my past, unless i reveal it, and one common goal...to party. but i am not going to be just a beer hook up. instead i will use it to meet one of the lady friends that they know and  actually have someone that i want to hang out with. so having to endure the music, and the often stupid stories or joke that i dont have all the information for, and friend of a friend type stuff, it just might be worth it. the gateway back into a world i have been away from all this time. a way to meet now people. the way back in.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18357973-114152700943477560?l=dirtybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/114152700943477560/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18357973&amp;postID=114152700943477560' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/114152700943477560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/114152700943477560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/2006/03/way-back-in.html' title='the way back in'/><author><name>le cobr@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858923084448637887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/153/COBRA_COMMANDER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18357973.post-113901216136528363</id><published>2006-02-03T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T16:16:01.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the day that i almost got ran over</title><content type='html'>the other day was like any other day that we all have. we have those all important thing that we need to do. so on this day, thursday, i had to be at school at 8 am. so i get up at my normal time, 6:45 am, to take a shower and go to school. but to day unlike the other day's i slept in a little. so since i had taken a shower the night before i just got up, snatched my things and ran out of the house cause i was a little late. i don't live that far from school so i knew that wouldn't take that long to get there. so i am driving there and all is normal. i have to park off campus cause i don't really want to pay for parking that at this point is unavailable and besides i would have to be at school every day just to get a nice spot. so i have to park across the street, which to me is now big deal. so i go to my usual spot and park my car, which just so happens to be around the corner from the school. so i park, got my backpack and started my way towards school. i glanced at my watch and noticed that it was almost time for class to start. so i got the lead out and started to walk at a faster pace. i reached the only cross walk that i had to cross and i would be there. so i hit the little walk nipple and waited for the light to turn red and the little green hand would start to flash. still waiting, ... and then there it was, in all its glory. the beloved green walk hand. so i step of the curb and i happened to notice that there is this car coming to my left and it appears to be going to fast to stop in time. so i just stand there, and some people that where waiting to turn left at the light just watched. then just as i thought the car did not stop at the limit line. infact he eventually stopped on the other side of the cross walk. i leaned over a little to see who was in the car. then in anger i began to yell profanity's at the driver shaking my hands in the air. the person whom was turning left rolled down their window in order to hear my verbal abuse of the driver that nearly took my life. and his response you may ask. was a mere wave and he said sorry. well as far as i am concerned he should have his license taken and not be able to drive. the old man was asian, there by comfirming to me that old people as well as asians can not drive a motor vehicle. i am not a racist for those that might think that i am, but i live in los angeles, and there are a lot of asains and they cause a lot of near accidents and accidents with their cars. Predominantly the older generation. i believe its because of their limited peripheral vision.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18357973-113901216136528363?l=dirtybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113901216136528363/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18357973&amp;postID=113901216136528363' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113901216136528363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113901216136528363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/2006/02/day-that-i-almost-got-ran-over.html' title='the day that i almost got ran over'/><author><name>le cobr@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858923084448637887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/153/COBRA_COMMANDER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18357973.post-113795579653339146</id><published>2006-01-22T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T10:49:56.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'>gmail dot recognition</title><content type='html'>it seems that gmail can not tell the difference between a name with a dot in the middle or a name with the dot.  to gmail they are the same name.  so this would cause you to receive email that isn't yours.  so this guy had a email with his first name in it, lets say timmy.tommy@gmail.com, and later on down the time line another man tries to register the same name, but cant because its already been registered.  so he removes the dot and registers the name timmytommy@gmail.com. now the original timmy.tommy@gmail.com will often receive emails that where intended for the second timmy tommy. so gmail thinks that both are the same when really they are not.  so it goes to show that when picking an email address one should not really use their name, unless you have a name that very few people have. i still don't recommend using your name in your email address, that's like using your son/daughters name as a password. use a nickname or a combination of name and numbers so that you don't get someone else's mail, and even worse they get your mail.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18357973-113795579653339146?l=dirtybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113795579653339146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18357973&amp;postID=113795579653339146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113795579653339146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113795579653339146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/2006/01/gmail-dot-recognition.html' title='gmail dot recognition'/><author><name>le cobr@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858923084448637887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/153/COBRA_COMMANDER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18357973.post-113792329093056019</id><published>2006-01-22T01:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T01:48:10.946-08:00</updated><title type='text'>ear bud</title><content type='html'>sitting listening to the sounds of the guns, wanting to sleep, but cant. the sounds of guitar riffs keep me awake, the high pitch voice of axel, so glam, but yet not glam. i can see the crowds, the mass of people that assemble to watch this band run across the stage. tear the place apart and still make money. have their fun and leave, like a one night stand, and they where like the whores they get paided for it. and at the end of the day they are done, spent and wasted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18357973-113792329093056019?l=dirtybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/153/COBRA_COMMANDER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18357973.post-113705361619702027</id><published>2006-01-12T00:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T01:49:21.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sugar less</title><content type='html'>its almost like the same thing, just not quite the same.  you try to imagine it to be.  but deep down you know that its just not right to make yourself believe something that you dont believe in.  it would be living a lie everyday.  everytime you look in the mirror, everytime you say hello; your being fake somewhere, &lt;br /&gt;an imposter, a nobody. not yourself, the one that they want you to be.&lt;br /&gt;but why? why i am i this way? why do we all seem so much like diet soda? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leaving &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that awefull taste in your &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;           mouth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18357973-113705361619702027?l=dirtybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113705361619702027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18357973&amp;postID=113705361619702027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113705361619702027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113705361619702027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/2006/01/sugar-less.html' title='sugar less'/><author><name>le cobr@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858923084448637887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/153/COBRA_COMMANDER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18357973.post-113645541161111808</id><published>2006-01-05T01:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-10T13:24:21.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking</title><content type='html'>Thinking about those moments in time in which you know that time changed.  You could feel the movement in time shift you towards another distant future.  Almost wishing you could go back to those times and fix the wrongs, never complete the action, forever changing your life.  Excepting that change, then you's can go on wit your life.  Take a new step forward in the right direction, or so it seems?  But you didn't go far enough in the first life to see if you wanted to go back.  &lt;br /&gt;  sometime in the future this person comes into your life and changes it yet again in a new direction.  Course change.  Now we can float a while and hopefully you don't have to change much after that.  Who knows how long you might float, it may be years or a life time.  Who knows?  Then comes that day that the other person takes that walk, down another path.  But maybe its not your time, maybe you have some other purpose, or maybe its just cause you kept your health better then the other.  Who knows and you might not want to know in some cases.  The only thing is, you got to worry about what is going on here and now.  Worry about your self.  After all there is only ol' numba one. (if I where to read this out loud, and that means if, I would read it in a New York accent, and... Forget bout it!)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18357973-113645541161111808?l=dirtybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113645541161111808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18357973&amp;postID=113645541161111808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113645541161111808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113645541161111808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/2006/01/thinking.html' title='Thinking'/><author><name>le cobr@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858923084448637887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/153/COBRA_COMMANDER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18357973.post-113628379486038345</id><published>2006-01-03T02:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T02:23:14.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The rain</title><content type='html'>Lights rolling by you one car at a time.  The wipers are moving in a violent back and forth motion, that's cause the rain is flowing down from the sky.  The angels cry, and there have been several occasions that I thought that we where all going to die.  But my luck and they are all fast a sleep.  Unaware that their lives where almost put in jeopardy.  You see this is my first time driving.  White knuckle all the way to Oregon.   Perspiration running down my face, and it only seemed to get worse.  You just never now where the street lines are, trying to look at the side of the road for the white line, but you don't wanna stare to long, you might swerve.  Any sudden movement might make you lose control, oh crap did I just hover plane! That must have been like the fifth time in minutes, but wait.  What is it that I see? A sign, or is it a vision? I cant be seeing things, what the heck!?!  Oh, it is a sign, sign reads rest stop and gas next exit, so lets make the call, do we stop? Lets check the gas, well.... We could stop, or we could just keep on truck'n, nah lets stop maybe they will wanna switch and I wouldn't have to drive....maybe...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18357973-113628379486038345?l=dirtybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113628379486038345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18357973&amp;postID=113628379486038345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113628379486038345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113628379486038345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/2006/01/rain.html' title='The rain'/><author><name>le cobr@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858923084448637887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/153/COBRA_COMMANDER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18357973.post-113622740004777043</id><published>2006-01-02T10:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T10:43:20.056-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Would be free</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/657/1635/1600/IMG_0322.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/657/1635/320/IMG_0322.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take the time to remember her smile, at times I can hear her laugh, &lt;br /&gt;the sweet smell of her hair, and how I loved to see what she would do next with her hair, so many ways she used to do it,&lt;br /&gt;these flash backs of memory's past, and how I wished I had lasted, but it was not possible,  these memory's haunt my sleep,&lt;br /&gt; she lurks in my heart, like that ghost that will never leaving, occupying space,&lt;br /&gt;never letting go,&lt;br /&gt; just need one last glance of her face and place my hand on her check and kiss her soft lips for one last time...... Then the soul would be free&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18357973-113622740004777043?l=dirtybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113622740004777043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18357973&amp;postID=113622740004777043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113622740004777043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113622740004777043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/2006/01/would-be-free.html' title='Would be free'/><author><name>le cobr@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858923084448637887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/153/COBRA_COMMANDER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18357973.post-113618703612574585</id><published>2006-01-01T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T17:56:42.973-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Burger King</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://jan.moesen.nu/media/photos/2005/02/reisje-barcelona/dag-1/20050210-14-burger-king.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://jan.moesen.nu/media/photos/2005/02/reisje-barcelona/dag-1/20050210-14-burger-king.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So we stroll down to the local burger king near my house.  We had to go inside cause my friend forgot her cash and only had her ATM card.  So we park then walk in.  I forgot what they served at bk so I took a little time to view their limited menu.  I say limited cause I will only eat certain foods that they serve at bk.  So the order is up, 756 in the pm.  My friend orders immediately after I did and that was that, now its time to wait.  So then these to over weight ladies come and order like four different meals.  I often wonder if they are for other people or are they just ordering two meals for themselves.  So anyway, my friends order pops up first, and I figured mine was next, just cause I ordered extra pickles and no Mayo.  For some odd  reason they have to take longer when you specialize the hamburger.  But wait, to my surprise the four value meals come next! Im thinking to myself, 'what the fuck?' So then this girl from behind the counter asks, 'what are you waiting for?'  so I explain again.  Then what looks like a man but I guess was a women comes out and tries to take control. The time is now 8:00 in the pm, and I'm thinking they can make four meals in less then four minutes but they cant make a single paddy hamburger in four minutes!  What's going on here.  So then they forget that it has cheese on it! So now they have to remake the burger again.  So finally at 806 in the pm I get a burger in a brown bag and they added fries, which I did not order.  I ignored the fries and look at the she-male and said,"you guys better get your shit together! You guys fucking suck!"  then I left.  But not even a sorry for the wait, here are some fries on the house.  Nothing of that matter, and I can not be bought off with a bag of fries, who do they think they are.  So I will no longer go to that location again, and now that I think about it that's probably why I rarely eat at bk.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18357973-113618703612574585?l=dirtybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113618703612574585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18357973&amp;postID=113618703612574585' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113618703612574585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113618703612574585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/2006/01/burger-king.html' title='Burger King'/><author><name>le cobr@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858923084448637887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/153/COBRA_COMMANDER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18357973.post-113618602279971986</id><published>2006-01-01T23:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T23:13:42.800-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Just a friend</title><content type='html'>Have been hanging with a friend lately, and I have started to notice that I find myself thinking a little more about her.  But a few years ago we made an agreement to just stay friends but I know she wants more, and maybe hangs on to my friendship to see if I come around.  I have put her through some things, nothing to crazy but still not cool, but she always comes back round.  At times I start to really miss her company and some of the things that she says.  Confused by the entire situation cause if I open the mouth and it turns out I've been reading the wrong signs I might make it weird between us, but I guess you have to take some chances and roll the dice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18357973-113618602279971986?l=dirtybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113618602279971986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18357973&amp;postID=113618602279971986' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113618602279971986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113618602279971986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/2006/01/just-friend.html' title='Just a friend'/><author><name>le cobr@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858923084448637887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/153/COBRA_COMMANDER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18357973.post-113612505891618924</id><published>2006-01-01T06:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-03T02:25:16.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>new year means nothing</title><content type='html'>five, four, three, two, one....happy new year!! &lt;br /&gt;its getting to be like the new year means nothing to me, two years in a row it is pretty much the same thing, some gay ass shit happens and its not that important.  really what i think it is is that it means very little too me, that change of year means less and less to me.  really, its a day that at the end we just write 06 instead of 05.  a real disappointment, i guess people's excitment in the holidays are getting less and less.  either that or i just dont want to try anymore,... i think its i dont wanna try&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18357973-113612505891618924?l=dirtybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113612505891618924/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18357973&amp;postID=113612505891618924' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113612505891618924'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113612505891618924'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/2006/01/new-year-means-nothing.html' title='new year means nothing'/><author><name>le cobr@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858923084448637887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/153/COBRA_COMMANDER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18357973.post-113602435317282373</id><published>2005-12-31T02:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-31T02:19:13.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>drive</title><content type='html'>walk up to the door and press the button push&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                      the handle pulls out&lt;br /&gt;toss the mp3 player on the seat&lt;br /&gt;                                                                       sit down and get situated&lt;br /&gt;                         beep, beep&lt;br /&gt;                 turn the key&lt;br /&gt;                          the quit humm of the cold engine&lt;br /&gt;  where is that remote?&lt;br /&gt;                                                                                   think, where was it last night?&lt;br /&gt;                            ah, there it is&lt;br /&gt;                                              the question is what were we listening to?&lt;br /&gt;                            tap, tap&lt;br /&gt;                                                                          (then the sweet sound)&lt;br /&gt;                                                                        hit me with that smile again&lt;br /&gt;                                                               hit me with that smile again&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18357973-113602435317282373?l=dirtybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113602435317282373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18357973&amp;postID=113602435317282373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113602435317282373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113602435317282373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/2005/12/drive.html' title='drive'/><author><name>le cobr@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858923084448637887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/153/COBRA_COMMANDER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18357973.post-113573534001684647</id><published>2005-12-27T17:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-27T18:02:20.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>I walk over to her and I can smell her long black hair.  I run my hands through it, silky smooth to the touch.  I am enchanted by her smile that can stop a rhino in its tracks.  I touch the side of her face, and look her in the eyes, and move in for a kiss . She then slides her hand down my back.  Pulling me in closer and I then feel her breasts on my chest.  The moment seems to last forever, I then start to feel her stomach and then... I wake up to the sound of my alarm.  Damn! I quickly try to fall back to sleep but no luck. Maybe tonight, but I never saw her face I hope she remembers me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18357973-113573534001684647?l=dirtybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113573534001684647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18357973&amp;postID=113573534001684647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113573534001684647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113573534001684647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/2005/12/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>le cobr@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858923084448637887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/153/COBRA_COMMANDER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18357973.post-113564384316203103</id><published>2005-12-26T16:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T17:13:33.836-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sitting here</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.its.caltech.edu/%7Eatomic/snowcrystals/photos/snowflakelarge.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.its.caltech.edu/%7Eatomic/snowcrystals/photos/snowflakelarge.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;listening to the conversations of all those around me, algunos son en espanol and some of them are in english. &lt;br /&gt;here was on of them:&lt;br /&gt;sigh, those books should be fine for mari.&lt;br /&gt;-but mari's not of age.&lt;br /&gt;but she dose watch rated r movies, doesn't she? &lt;br /&gt;-yeah, she even says "fuck". By the way did you     know that the word fuck is actually an acronym? &lt;br /&gt;no, no I didn't. What does it stand for?&lt;br /&gt;-Fornication Under Consent of the King&lt;br /&gt;no way!&lt;br /&gt;-serious,&lt;br /&gt;dude that's crazy,&lt;br /&gt;-no its not, at the time they had a bit of a population problem, so the king would hang a sign in the town square that read, "F.U.C.K" and the towns people would know that it was time to do their thing.&lt;br /&gt;that sounds totally bogus. How could some one tell you when it was time to get your rocks of.  I would totally never listen to the damn king.  Totally gay.&lt;br /&gt;-well that's the way that they did things back then. I totally agree, but the      respected the king and his wishes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18357973-113564384316203103?l=dirtybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113564384316203103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18357973&amp;postID=113564384316203103' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113564384316203103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113564384316203103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/2005/12/sitting-here.html' title='Sitting here'/><author><name>le cobr@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858923084448637887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/153/COBRA_COMMANDER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18357973.post-113563550937680669</id><published>2005-12-26T14:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T14:18:29.376-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sitting down stairs</title><content type='html'>i sit down stairs,&lt;br /&gt;with the computer on both in my room and down stairs,&lt;br /&gt;the table is for eating,&lt;br /&gt;but right now it has a laptop on it, &lt;br /&gt;but later we will eat at this table,&lt;br /&gt;right now i type,&lt;br /&gt;and think, &lt;br /&gt;and type and think....&lt;br /&gt;of the future that may or may not happen.&lt;br /&gt;time ticks away and never to return.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18357973-113563550937680669?l=dirtybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113563550937680669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18357973&amp;postID=113563550937680669' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113563550937680669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113563550937680669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/2005/12/sitting-down-stairs.html' title='sitting down stairs'/><author><name>le cobr@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858923084448637887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/153/COBRA_COMMANDER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18357973.post-113547057018021295</id><published>2005-12-24T16:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-24T16:29:30.180-08:00</updated><title type='text'>first in a long time</title><content type='html'>this is the first post in a long time, this originally was for school but now i think i will do it as my story site,  these are the tales of my everyday life.  so stay tuned.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18357973-113547057018021295?l=dirtybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113547057018021295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18357973&amp;postID=113547057018021295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113547057018021295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113547057018021295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/2005/12/first-in-long-time.html' title='first in a long time'/><author><name>le cobr@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858923084448637887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/153/COBRA_COMMANDER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18357973.post-113392391155241695</id><published>2005-12-06T18:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-26T14:15:21.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'>hello</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/657/1635/1600/DSCF0419.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/657/1635/400/DSCF0419.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello and this is what i really look like, maybe you would all like to know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18357973-113392391155241695?l=dirtybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113392391155241695/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18357973&amp;postID=113392391155241695' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113392391155241695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113392391155241695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/2005/12/hello.html' title='hello'/><author><name>le cobr@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858923084448637887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/153/COBRA_COMMANDER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18357973.post-113183392624589956</id><published>2005-11-12T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T14:18:46.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://research.microsoft.com/%7Edcr/art/collage/bed.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://research.microsoft.com/%7Edcr/art/collage/bed.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today marks the first in a long time that I was able to sleep till noon. For like the last year or so I have only been fortunate to sleep till ten in the mourning. Due to skoolio and even work I don't get to sleep regularly. In this time I have found that I am awake most nights and am unable to sleep. That is when I turn to the net and it slowly puts me to sleep. I often find myself posting on my other blog, this one is for a skool project, or playing an online game. I fancy cs, counter strike, but I am unable to play source because my current PC dose not have a 1 GHz processor. Oh well, anywho back to sleep, so I came across this band named team sleep. This music puts me to sleep and how. The band started out as one guy recording his guitar then sent the record to his friend who them played along, and so on till it finally came together. Check out there web site for more info, &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.teamsleep.net/revolution/"&gt;www.teamsleep.net/revolution/&lt;/a&gt;  , &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;but they are a good band. Well that about raps up the topic of sleeping in and I think I might just go back to the cozy confines of my bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18357973-113183392624589956?l=dirtybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113183392624589956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18357973&amp;postID=113183392624589956' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113183392624589956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113183392624589956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/2005/11/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>le cobr@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858923084448637887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/153/COBRA_COMMANDER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18357973.post-113163962347461576</id><published>2005-11-10T08:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T08:20:23.473-08:00</updated><title type='text'>No more antibiotics</title><content type='html'>This idea would scare the drug industry, would they dare stop him from completing the task?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.isracast.com/tech_news/090605_tech.htm"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.isracast.com/tech_news/090605_tech.htm&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18357973-113163962347461576?l=dirtybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113163962347461576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18357973&amp;postID=113163962347461576' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113163962347461576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113163962347461576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/2005/11/no-more-antibiotics.html' title='No more antibiotics'/><author><name>le cobr@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858923084448637887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/153/COBRA_COMMANDER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18357973.post-113163925158493640</id><published>2005-11-10T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T08:14:11.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'>today in class</title><content type='html'>here is some more on the sony drm rootkit, people beware. &lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.theregister.co.uk/2005/11/10/sony_drm_trojan/"&gt;www.theregister.co.uk/2005/11/10/sony_drm_trojan/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18357973-113163925158493640?l=dirtybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113163925158493640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18357973&amp;postID=113163925158493640' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113163925158493640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113163925158493640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/2005/11/today-in-class.html' title='today in class'/><author><name>le cobr@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858923084448637887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/153/COBRA_COMMANDER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18357973.post-113103812809503837</id><published>2005-11-03T08:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T09:15:28.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'>free ebooks</title><content type='html'>there are a large selection of e books for free down load. oh this time they are tech related. there is a link in my other blog , the link to that is on the side bar----------&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dr.greenthumb.online.fr/"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;dr.greenthumb.online.fr/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18357973-113103812809503837?l=dirtybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113103812809503837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18357973&amp;postID=113103812809503837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113103812809503837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113103812809503837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/2005/11/free-ebooks.html' title='free ebooks'/><author><name>le cobr@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858923084448637887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/153/COBRA_COMMANDER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18357973.post-113103399529929062</id><published>2005-11-03T08:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-03T08:08:19.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'>laptop deaktop</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.akihabaranews.com/news_pics/10555/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://images.akihabaranews.com/news_pics/10555/1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;check this out, nice i dea but looks big. maybe lacking battery life. but a wonderful idea for students with little room.  &lt;a href="http://www.akihabaranews.com//en/news-10555-Desktop+and+laptop+in+1+by+Samsung.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;www.akihabaranews.com//en/news-10555-Desktop+and+laptop+in+1+by+Samsung.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18357973-113103399529929062?l=dirtybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113103399529929062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18357973&amp;postID=113103399529929062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113103399529929062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113103399529929062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/2005/11/laptop-deaktop.html' title='laptop deaktop'/><author><name>le cobr@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858923084448637887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/153/COBRA_COMMANDER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18357973.post-113073952927419273</id><published>2005-10-30T22:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T22:18:49.280-08:00</updated><title type='text'>translate this</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://news.com.com/i/ne/p/2005/102605cmupic1_350x525.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://news.com.com/i/ne/p/2005/102605cmupic1_350x525.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are now two different devices that help translate into any language. one of them is a bunch of electrodes and they read the movement of the face. The other is a pair of glasses that feed you subtitles. &lt;a href="http://news.com.com/2300-1008_3-5916072-1.html"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;news.com.com/2300-1008_3-5916072-1.html&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18357973-113073952927419273?l=dirtybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113073952927419273/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18357973&amp;postID=113073952927419273' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113073952927419273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113073952927419273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/2005/10/translate-this.html' title='translate this'/><author><name>le cobr@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858923084448637887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/153/COBRA_COMMANDER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18357973.post-113042844734330590</id><published>2005-10-27T08:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T08:54:07.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Email Project</title><content type='html'>Its time for a group project, oh joy!  Lets hope that every one participates on this one.  You all know of those group projects where half the group is working on the over all goal and there is that one person that dose nothing. that alway's makes me sad ':(&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18357973-113042844734330590?l=dirtybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113042844734330590/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18357973&amp;postID=113042844734330590' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113042844734330590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113042844734330590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/2005/10/email-project.html' title='Email Project'/><author><name>le cobr@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858923084448637887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/153/COBRA_COMMANDER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-18357973.post-113042766606889488</id><published>2005-10-27T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T08:41:06.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The First Time</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/657/1635/1600/DSCF0585.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/657/1635/320/DSCF0585.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the first and not the last time that i am going to post. i will keep the content related in the areas of skoolio. so hope you enjoy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/18357973-113042766606889488?l=dirtybunny.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/feeds/113042766606889488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=18357973&amp;postID=113042766606889488' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113042766606889488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/18357973/posts/default/113042766606889488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dirtybunny.blogspot.com/2005/10/first-time.html' title='The First Time'/><author><name>le cobr@</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11858923084448637887</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://imagecache2.allposters.com/images/153/COBRA_COMMANDER.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
