<?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-6233253</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:40:36.874-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Outgunned</title><subtitle type='html'>We all have a voice!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>356</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-113072569224905840</id><published>2005-10-30T18:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-30T18:28:12.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jamie Scharmer has crossed another line in the world.  It is shocking to see.  I mean someone really needs to say something more to this girl.  I really think she needs to leave the city in which I live in.So now she walks up to a mutual friend of my ex gf and says..."Oh my god Angela is dating a married man I see.  I really hope that she knows that she is doing.  That is just so beyond me" or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/113072569224905840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/113072569224905840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/10/jamie-scharmer-has-crossed-another.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112829149438477791</id><published>2005-10-02T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T15:18:14.390-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lets go home</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112829149438477791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112829149438477791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/10/lets-go-home.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112570636202046470</id><published>2005-09-02T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T17:12:42.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I heard a story about babysitting, and how it just relfects on the american culture.  A babysitter was so enthalled by the internet that they forgot to feed the child that they were watching.The child was diabetic.So bad things happened.The power of WIDGETS, reading blogs, and Instant messenger</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112570636202046470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112570636202046470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-heard-story-about-babysitting-and.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112544511775730450</id><published>2005-08-30T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T16:38:37.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still checking my blog I see!Apparently some of my single friends are fucking some of my married friends.How is that for a rumor starter?Now call her and discuss it...oh who is doing it!!!ByeFreak</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112544511775730450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112544511775730450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/08/still-checking-my-blog-i-see.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112498769377457537</id><published>2005-08-25T09:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T06:52:13.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I thought about making some sort of good bye, fuck off post, but really, what is the point of that.  You know I am upset with you, I dont need to dwell on it.-----------------------------------So there, who was that about?  Will that be the topic of discussion for the next time you get together with Salma?  I bet it will.-----------------------------------So who are the women that I would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112498769377457537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112498769377457537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-i-thought-about-making-some-sort-of.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112492649623532343</id><published>2005-08-24T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T16:34:56.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, someone is pregnant.God knows how this shit happens.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112492649623532343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112492649623532343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-someone-is-pregnant.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112492357938850866</id><published>2005-08-24T15:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T15:46:19.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am amazed that when your wrong in the head it just keeps going wrong.  How do you not see how people see you?I am taking off from here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112492357938850866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112492357938850866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-amazed-that-when-your-wrong-in.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112483066012897818</id><published>2005-08-23T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T13:57:40.133-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2431So today was sort of the last straw at Scott Street.Tom asked me to cancel Howard with less than two weeks notice.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112483066012897818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112483066012897818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/08/2431-so-today-was-sort-of-last-straw.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112481757514092906</id><published>2005-08-23T10:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T10:19:35.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2427I thnk people can just feel my negativity sometimes.  It just oozes out of my skin, and there is nothing I can do about it.Just oozing negative shit.Ahh so it goes.So I fall in love with Salma a little more each day.  She just was so positive all weekend around me, and so cool.  I just totally loved it.  She bit me a little too much, but so it goes.I have been watching Million Dollar Baby </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112481757514092906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112481757514092906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/08/2427-i-thnk-people-can-just-feel-my.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112476997053761187</id><published>2005-08-22T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-22T21:06:10.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel pretty darn good right now.  And am amazed at the tech of my life.  Right now I am in my room, working on the ibook, wirelessly.  Through a 3 dollar airport base station.  it is not even close to the thing that i bought from Brandon Flowers..and that thing has never worked since I got it.I am going to bed.2417</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112476997053761187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112476997053761187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-feel-pretty-darn-good-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112467070638373509</id><published>2005-08-21T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T17:31:46.386-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2395Big Bull Falls was pretty cool.  I was so relaxed people were commenting on it left and right.  I just hung out, and spent the day having fun in the GNBS tent.  Then leaving early to go to the Pub and work.It turns out that Candye Kane fucked us on her merchandise.  Ripped us off for a couple of hundred dollars everyone seems to think, thereby making it mandatory that we do a buy out for Joe </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112467070638373509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112467070638373509'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/08/2395-big-bull-falls-was-pretty-cool.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112446949548303182</id><published>2005-08-19T09:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-19T09:38:15.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So tonight I will spend time with people I dont like.  And lots and lots of time with them.I dont want to do it, I really really dont.But it will be fun to just be aloof.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112446949548303182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112446949548303182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-tonight-i-will-spend-time-with.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112441189168172280</id><published>2005-08-18T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T17:38:11.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>2351So am I on your widget for tiger?  Do you have the new tiger?  Are you reading me as soon as it gets posted.What the fuck ever-------------------------I just dont understand vounteers at all.  I truly dont think that they make any sense to me,  at least on so many levels that it is beyond me.The past two days I have slept in, and that was cool, and I hope to sleep in more and more often as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112441189168172280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112441189168172280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/08/2351-so-am-i-on-your-widget-for-tiger.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112438973023390210</id><published>2005-08-18T11:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T11:28:50.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today is the first day of big bull falls prep.  I dont think people should go.  I really dont think people should go.  It is a festival that does not support the people who have supported it for so long.So fuck them.  And the lineup is not good at all.I am concerned with being the president of the GNBS, and knowing that it is a public position, sort of the face of the orginization for the year...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112438973023390210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112438973023390210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/08/today-is-first-day-of-big-bull-falls.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112423579598487971</id><published>2005-08-16T16:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T16:43:15.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My friend Kevin invited me over today.  And I feel really bad, since I tend to just say no to everything.But I am actually busy now, working on the "If I get hit by a bus book"</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112423579598487971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112423579598487971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/08/my-friend-kevin-invited-me-over-today.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112422964607943824</id><published>2005-08-16T14:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T15:00:46.086-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been listening to Diggnation for a bit.  God I love this podcast.Giant Octupus takes on a sharkThe one guy is so drunk, its hilarious.Frickin Al Pacino, they have lost it.  Its not even funny.Oh god.I am getting a hair cut tonight.So I made the mistake of calling the ex, to see if she wanted to go to lunch.  What a mistake.  I learned this lesson, that the relationship is on the phone and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112422964607943824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112422964607943824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-have-been-listening-to-diggnation.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112421116047162393</id><published>2005-08-16T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-16T09:52:40.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ian Mackaye commented on my leaving Wausau Area Events, and how it leaves a chair for the social climbers.  I can totally see the two of them trying to slide in there.  Just to sit down, and be accepted, and doing the great work that needs to be done.They make me laugh.  Ther aspirations, without anything.I miss melissa.  i just swing back and forth on her, and it never stops being love, but it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112421116047162393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112421116047162393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/08/ian-mackaye-commented-on-my-leaving.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112411614842260872</id><published>2005-08-15T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T07:29:08.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dressed for work...god I fucking hate sitting in this shitty little cubby.  It justdrives me up the damn wall.  But so it goes.Brandon Flowers and I got together at Starbucks yesterday.  That little guy Isee downtown every now and again was there.  I dont know his name in reallife, but he wast there.I got some color this past week.  Its nice really.  I like having some color, itsomehow shows that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112411614842260872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112411614842260872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/08/dressed-for-work.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112386550497234066</id><published>2005-08-12T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-12T09:51:44.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So here is the thing...how do people find others peoples relationship the place of there dwelling.  I have this person who has placed themselves in my life in a way that was not requested, not accepted, and even told to not be there.  But this person has apparently ignored all these requests.  Or ignored the fact that I have had to make them...yet there still in my life.And the simple fact is we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112386550497234066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112386550497234066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-here-is-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112379893537400894</id><published>2005-08-11T15:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T15:22:15.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am deleting this blog.  I am really sad about it.  I really liked this blog.  I liked the consistency of my life in regards to it.  I liked in the beginning that it really was about the ideas of writing that I wanted to work on.  It was a place that I put my writing from various notebooks to store it.  Sort of a first place to lay the paper down and start typing.  But recently the events that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112379893537400894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112379893537400894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-deleting-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112377082651546993</id><published>2005-08-11T07:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T07:33:46.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I cant take it.  I sat at home last night and tried to read a book, or fall asleep or any number of things.  I thought all sorts of ways for me to spin this.  But I can't.  I just cannot believe some people.  I am going to be purposefully vague for a few hours.  But not for long.I fully intend to name names.  Fuck, maybe first and last and emails and cell numbers and home numbers and childrens</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112377082651546993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112377082651546993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-i-cant-take-it.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112376480524086852</id><published>2005-08-11T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T05:53:25.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So this morning at work I sat down with two people.  Assisstant candidates.  People that the school hires to help my life.What am I supposed to do with them?  But what the hell.  I can use help managing my schedule, and returning work related calls.  But other than that, what the hell?Salma says I take on too much.  And I need to step back.  But I dont know what to step back from.I find it so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112376480524086852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112376480524086852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-this-morning-at-work-i-sat-down.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112371513901917017</id><published>2005-08-10T16:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T16:05:39.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I called Kevin Bacon on the phone last night.  It was so nice to talk to him, and not have to ask him for something.  The fact is I think I ask him for too many things.  I simply lean on him for two much shit.  Its not fair really.So I heard Tom Cruise was talking about the station.  I was buying some gear, and the guy behind the counter pointed out that we were having issues at the radio </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112371513901917017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112371513901917017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-i-called-kevin-bacon-on-phone-last.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112371298971079023</id><published>2005-08-10T15:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T15:29:49.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really do like Billy Joel</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112371298971079023'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112371298971079023'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-really-do-like-billy-joel.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112371059071185122</id><published>2005-08-10T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-10T14:49:50.723-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am sitting here listening to THE DOWNEASTER ALEXA.  God there are times when Billy joel does something amazing for me.  But not often.  But I think that this is one of those times.I am tired of the people around me who tell me it is impossible for me to trust people.  For me to allow a person from my past to have access to who I am now.  I am tired of these voices of cynicism in my head.  These</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112371059071185122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112371059071185122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-sitting-here-listening-to.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112352647481183153</id><published>2005-08-08T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T11:41:14.843-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The weekend was amazing.  I was up in Minocqua with my brother and his fiance, and David Lee Roth.  It was cool.  I just wanted to take as much time away from this town as possible.  So me and Hershey and Emma, the dogs, all went up there.My Aunt and Uncle and there two kids were there.  So that is okay.  The thing is I have no desire to be around them, they have consistently been less than cool </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112352647481183153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112352647481183153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/08/weekend-was-amazing.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112311313936407506</id><published>2005-08-03T16:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T16:52:19.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I AM SO fucking sick of Stephen Dorff.  The fat bastard just takes.  I have never seen him give anyhting, not one, not ever.  And thething is he is incompetant.  I made the mistake of making three calls for him and he did not follow up.Asshole.I am going up north this weekend.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112311313936407506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112311313936407506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-so-fucking-sick-of-stephen-dorff.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112302636135494578</id><published>2005-08-02T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T16:46:01.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I feel pretty good.  I have been a vegetarian for more than a month.  And aside from one slip, I have been doing good.I also have been going to the gym again.The fact is that it is not about appearance, especially the gym, that is about health.  I really feel like some part of my health is slipping, and with all the other changes going on, I thought it would be a good time to reclaim that sort</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112302636135494578'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112302636135494578'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-i-feel-pretty-good.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112302612467234650</id><published>2005-08-02T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T16:42:04.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so here we goCharlize TheronRussell CrownJennfier ConnelyMatt DamonWinona RyderKevin BaconKyra SedgwickGerard DepardieuKate HudsonSean William ScottSalma HayekEd NortonJack NicholsonAshley JuddJohnny KnoxvilleVince VaughanJohn FavreauRay LiottaGreg KinnearMark WahlbergTom CruiseJohn GoodmanClint EastwoodHilary SwankSo which one are you?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112302612467234650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112302612467234650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-here-we-go-charlize-theron-russell.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112302494765938785</id><published>2005-08-02T16:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T16:22:27.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So my meeting went okay with the Hmong association.  I just dont dig it.  There sort of just such a vastly differant culture.Oh shit, I still have not done the renameing.Be back later</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112302494765938785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112302494765938785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-my-meeting-went-okay-with-hmong.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112298782426248660</id><published>2005-08-02T06:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T06:03:44.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So today I ahve a political meeting at the Hmong Association.  I am scared of it.  The fact is I am not very good at the politicking at all.  I just hate it.  And the longer I work with these people, the more I dislike them.The cool thing though is this...I am going up north friday through sunday.That is awesome really.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112298782426248660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112298782426248660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-today-i-ahve-political-meeting-at.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112290768855998691</id><published>2005-08-01T07:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-01T07:48:08.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I am renaming all of you.  Each and everyone one of you who are in my life, there is a the grand renaming today.  I will keep charlize Theron, and Russell Crowe, just because I want to.  But the rest of you, suffer the indignity of a renaming this afternoon.My neck hurts.  I think I slept on it wrong again.  I have not slept in my bed in so long, that the couch has to be affecting my posture </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112290768855998691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112290768855998691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-i-am-renaming-all-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112286285223240048</id><published>2005-07-31T19:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-31T19:20:52.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i had a great night last night.  My friend Ray Liotta and his band played last night.  They opened for David Lee Roths band.  RFay's band was so much better than I had thought they were going to be.  I am so glad that it is not some screaming bullshit.  I really liked it a lot.  I am going to try to find a way for them to open for others and what not.So this is what my schedule looks like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112286285223240048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112286285223240048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-i-had-great-night-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112266998357209722</id><published>2005-07-29T13:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-29T13:46:23.603-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am a dick.  I am too intense for people.  I just dont fuck around enough.  I was talking to a local writer, who is clearly a hack.  I talked to him about this and that, and wrtiting nad what not.  I mean I feel pretty confident about that stuff, you know a degree and all.  And he is just not able to get beyond his own nose and do something postive for himself.  I mean he does not have a GED or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112266998357209722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112266998357209722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-am-dick.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112250228096546819</id><published>2005-07-27T15:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T15:11:20.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So the brothers Spacey.  It appears that there is some negativity, except some girl from down south, who is amazing mind you.The fact is I dont understand them.  I love them with everything in me, but I dont get the logistics.  The security deposits alone boggle my mind.When Kevin was moving to Idaho and what not, I just did not undersand the whole down payment on the house thing.So Sarah </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112250228096546819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112250228096546819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-brothers-spacey.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112247361025352647</id><published>2005-07-27T07:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T07:13:30.260-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I resigned officially from Big Bull Falls.I am tired of the downtown thing.I am going to do what I do at Scott Street.And retreat.This thing for the Elks show has left me heart broken.Back to schofield.Fuck you all.Hey social climber, now they are looking for someone to do what I did at big Bull...why dont you go ask?  How can you not be a perfect fit?  I am sure that the skills you developed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112247361025352647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112247361025352647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-resigned-officially-from-big-bull.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112247258616990558</id><published>2005-07-27T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T06:56:26.176-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am disappointed today. I dont think i am going to get a sept date for the elks show.  I just dont.  I think that I have lost all interest in doing it.  It was something special the three of us.  I had hoped for that cool symbiotic working relatinship developing, that is why I wanted the meetings to be in social places, so that we could hang out.But looking back, I think that the only thing that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112247258616990558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112247258616990558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-am-disappointed-today.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112231812562494472</id><published>2005-07-25T10:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-25T12:02:05.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I know I am not supposed to talk about people, but it appears that Kevin Spaceys brother who has yet to have a name assigned to him, is moving to Oklahoma or something to study or god knows what.  I just dont know how the brothers spacey do this sort of thing.  Just off to wherever to study with god knows what is happening.yesterday i spent some time with angela.  I know i am changing names, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112231812562494472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112231812562494472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-i-know-i-am-not-supposed-to-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112215341263589227</id><published>2005-07-23T14:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T14:16:52.676-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>www.scottholt.comwww.scottholt.comwww.scottholt.comOkay motherfuckers.  I went to Chicago on thursday evening.So before I got into the show this was my schedule...Thursday morning I arrived at work at 645 am, worked until 2 pm...then off to chicago.show at clubthen left chicago to get home at 659 amThe show was amazing.  I had never seen Scott play that well before.  He did a CUT YOU LOOSE song, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112215341263589227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112215341263589227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/07/www.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112213508515618663</id><published>2005-07-23T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T09:11:25.163-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112213508515618663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112213508515618663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/07/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112186984971591145</id><published>2005-07-20T07:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T07:30:49.720-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Val Kilmer backed out.  I dont understand what he is thinking.  I just dont think that it is a valid reason.  I just dont.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112186984971591145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112186984971591145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-val-kilmer-backed-out.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112186309530164806</id><published>2005-07-20T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T05:38:15.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I offer you nothing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112186309530164806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112186309530164806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-offer-you-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112181162106238090</id><published>2005-07-19T15:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T15:20:21.070-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am pretty upset, I am really upset.  I just dont understand peoples personal timing.I lost a partner in my next all ages rock show.  So that is really upseting.  I really want to jump up and down and say that these are valid reasons.  But I dont see them as valid.  I really dont.  I dont think that as it was explained to methat they are valid.  I just htink that they are crap.  I really do.If </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112181162106238090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112181162106238090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-am-pretty-upset-i-am-really-upset.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112177754515324095</id><published>2005-07-19T05:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T05:52:25.160-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Grinning MonkeymanSo last night I went for a walk.  I just put on my ipod, and out the door a little bit before dusk.  It was awesome.  The air was perfect, it felt like rain, but not really.  It was light and easy.I actually smiled the whole time.  I have been feeling really happy these past two days.There is no real reason for my happiness, other than I am doing a job I like, and working with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112177754515324095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112177754515324095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/07/grinning-monkeyman-so-last-night-i.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112171035551279901</id><published>2005-07-18T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T11:12:35.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I have decided that I am changing peoples names here to famous people.A while ago, my friend Kevin Spacey confronted me about something I put on my blog.  It was an incident with his wife Mira Sorvino, and Val Kilmer.  It happened to me.  I conveyed my feelings.  The fact is that he and I have been friends since we were like 4.And he wanted to judge me, or confront me on something that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112171035551279901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112171035551279901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-i-have-decided-that-i-am-changing.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112163386859952350</id><published>2005-07-17T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T13:57:48.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So today is sunday.  I am listening to a new podcast.  I love listening to libertarians.  So that is always fun.This blog is going to go through a cultural change.  I have found that my blog is a point of conversation in my little world, that it is something that is being red, and reported back to the people that are part of my cultural center.  My small world, my small social interaction.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112163386859952350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112163386859952350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/07/so-today-is-sunday.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112138408106955580</id><published>2005-07-14T16:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T16:34:41.080-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Free Speech Protection Act of 2005 (Introduced in Senate)S 369 IS 109th CONGRESS1st SessionS. 369To establish protections against compelled disclosure of sources, and news or information, by persons providing services for the news media. IN THE SENATE OF THE UNITED STATESFebruary 14, 2005Mr. DODD introduced the following bill; which was read twice and referred to the Committee on the Judiciary --</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112138408106955580'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112138408106955580'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/07/free-speech-protection-act-of-2005.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112137283725623694</id><published>2005-07-14T13:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T13:27:17.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh dear friends, readers, people I know...when do I walk the hell away from Scott Street?  Why do I continue to support a man who does not want help in anyway?  He has owned and operated a bar in Wausau for 25 years, and has had live music there the whole time.  He should be beloved?  But he is not.  He is fucking reviled by those not inside the bar.  People dislike him, and his business </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112137283725623694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112137283725623694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-dear-friends-readers-people-i-know.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112135574549462354</id><published>2005-07-14T08:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T08:42:25.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have grown so very tired of the planet I live on.  How do I live in a country that does nothing about Carl Rove?  Who is this man to not be reprimanded for pressing the release of a intelligence agency person?Should the CIA do anything other than assissinate him?  Where are the voices crying out for his destruction?  Where is a president claiming to be for the people, and not protecting the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112135574549462354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112135574549462354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-have-grown-so-very-tired-of-planet-i.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112129006146790095</id><published>2005-07-13T14:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T14:27:41.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been a vegetarian now for about ten days.  I dont know exactly when this is going to be hard, other than crapping.  I mean I am pooping and farting like crazy, but that seems to make sense. I found out that Russell Simmons is a vegan today.  That was all I really needed.  If Russ is doing it, its gotta be good.Jason and I spent a lot of time with my ibook this past weekend, and now I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112129006146790095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112129006146790095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-have-been-vegetarian-now-for-about.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112111181113348010</id><published>2005-07-11T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-11T12:56:51.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life less examinedI feel so much less introspective these days.  I just dont think of my life that way anymore.  I am just doing.  Just getting things done.For example, when girl drunk dials me ten times in the middle of the night, i dont try to figure out why, i just sleep through them.Natty Nation played this past weekend, and the door was done by me and earl.  I just fucking hate the way Tom </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112111181113348010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112111181113348010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/07/life-less-examined-i-feel-so-much-less.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112103875162420972</id><published>2005-07-10T16:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T16:39:11.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am now an ipod owner.  Jason was up, and sold me his old one, as his job will be giving him one.  How cool is he for doing that.We spent a little time working on things to get it together.I really like my little mac world I am developing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112103875162420972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112103875162420972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-am-now-ipod-owner.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112087181421996634</id><published>2005-07-08T18:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T18:16:54.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its amazing how some voices are burned into your head.  I am doing blues friday tonight.  And that bitch from Tomahawk called me, and requested some bullshit.So I am not playing it, and she can kiss my ass.I have been talking to Scott a lot this week.  Pushing to get him into a gig in Nashville.We need help to get this over.  He just wants to play with buddy again.I am sleepy.  But tomorrow I get</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112087181421996634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112087181421996634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-amazing-how-some-voices-are-burned.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112069193453351734</id><published>2005-07-06T16:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T16:18:54.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Burgoo (makes about 12 servings) One of my favorite food memories is of a slow-cooked, savory stew called Burgoo. It's kinda like the Kentucky version of Brunswick stew and can be made with any number of different meat combinations. My grandmother is originally from Owensboro, Kentucky and my great grandfather, Felix Dunbar, was a "Kentucky Colonel." When I was a young boy, my parents used to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112069193453351734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112069193453351734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/07/burgoo-makes-about-12-servings-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112059913869999666</id><published>2005-07-05T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-05T14:32:18.703-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I went and saw that Brad Pitt movie.  I liked it a lot.  It was just mindless enough for me to just let flow over my head, and the girl...oh god the girl.  I just think that she is barely human.  Honestly, no one can look like that and be from this planet.I feel good today.  I feel confident in my own place in the world, and I am happy to be here.  I dont know much more than that.  Other than my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112059913869999666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112059913869999666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-went-and-saw-that-brad-pitt-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112032175448091408</id><published>2005-07-02T09:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-02T09:29:14.526-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I need to remember that I am 34.  I cannot make everyone happy.  And I cannot get everyone to like me.  I read an email about me, where I was referred to as the Censorship Machine...because I did not let an evening of death metal happen.  I made a choice for the radio station.  I was really pissed for a few moments, then sort of let it go.  I realized that the work I do has value, and that not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112032175448091408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112032175448091408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-need-to-remember-that-i-am-34.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112024522333153450</id><published>2005-07-01T12:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T12:13:43.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey my friend is in your area playing for a few days...please consider going to check him out...Scott Holt...www.scottholt.comdate venue location 6/24/2005 Wild Turkey BBQ Cook-Off Lawrenceburg, TN 6/25/2005 Chip's Winder, GA 6/26/2005 Blues Tavern Mobile, AL 6/29/2005 Bird Cage Prescott, AZ 6/30/2005 Boulder Station Las Vegas, NV 7/1/2005 Tugboat Steamboat Springs, CO 7/2/2005 Tugboat Steamboat </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112024522333153450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112024522333153450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/07/hey-my-friend-is-in-your-area-playing.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112024318061566280</id><published>2005-07-01T11:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T11:39:40.620-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today  I went home for lunhc.  Jim L figured out how to push the cd player to keep going...so I even slept for an hour.It was really cool</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112024318061566280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112024318061566280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/07/today-i-went-home-for-lunhc.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112022222259412270</id><published>2005-07-01T05:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T05:50:22.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dont know why the blog is centering everything, but honestly i dont care.  I have never been one of those people who cared about the look of a typed document.Its amazing when you think about blogs.  If the storage survives, this will be the document of my life.  Can you imagine that?  A document of my life.  Now I feel I should do something meaningful with it.  Nah, we can just keep it this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112022222259412270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112022222259412270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-dont-know-why-blog-is-centering.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-112018322149987348</id><published>2005-06-30T18:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T19:00:21.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i am working on the cd library.It is amazing me to me how my friends dont think there pretty.  And they are.I know few ugly people.  I think that your pretty for the most part...you humans...your pretty.i dont brush my teeth nearly enough.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112018322149987348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/112018322149987348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-working-on-cd-library.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111998160281326399</id><published>2005-06-28T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T11:00:02.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not much in the world makes me happy when my body feels this tired.  I did the TV spot this morning, and it was fine.  Then to celebrate I went to Starbucks with Jessie and ate a brownie. Have you had this?  Some caramel browning thing...it has to weigh ten pounds!I miss feeling like I have slept all I could possibly sleep.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111998160281326399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111998160281326399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/not-much-in-world-makes-me-happy-when.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111987822781556333</id><published>2005-06-27T06:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T06:17:07.820-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow I will once again be on TV.  This time to promote the radio station.  I just dont know about this sometimes.If I was blind, would I just sit home and sleep.  I might.  That is where dreams are.  And in dreams I could see I think.Last night I questioned the last time I gave myself to someone in an intimate way.  I dont know.  It has been so long.  I mean like 5 years.  I asked the ex if I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111987822781556333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111987822781556333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/tomorrow-i-will-once-again-be-on-tv.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111979480574654107</id><published>2005-06-26T07:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T07:06:45.750-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Head Fucked With Its sunday morning, and I really really need coffee.  I dont ever really NEED coffee, but today I really need coffee.  Or I just need something comfortable.Yesterday afternoon I began to feel emotionally off center, like a prevailing wind was being hinted at.  Like I was putting carts in front of horses.  Like I was not about to make any sense of anything right there in front of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111979480574654107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111979480574654107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/head-fucked-with-its-sunday-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111972529323688853</id><published>2005-06-25T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-25T11:48:13.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I got to sleep in.  Jessie came down and opened the station.  That is exciting.  I slept until about noon.  How cool is that?  I really needed it.  In my dreams I dreamt that I was dating britney spears, and I had to make a decision about going to camp.  So that must have had me about 22 years old.  But I had to decide if it was going to be more profitable to stay home and date her, or go </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111972529323688853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111972529323688853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/today-i-got-to-sleep-in.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111952985018974375</id><published>2005-06-23T05:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T05:47:19.113-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I needed to complete a post.  Savanah called me to let me know she is dancing at hte new yorker.  I think that is great.  But the gods honest truth is that I dont know this girl, and when did I become a guy getting personal invites to strip clubs from strippers.I am the Don Mega.Yesterday was an amazing cool day.  I got to go home in the middle of the day, and take a shower.  It was great.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111952985018974375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111952985018974375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/s-o-i-needed-to-complete-post.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111947366100043572</id><published>2005-06-22T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T14:39:01.333-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The first murder recorded murder of man was when Cain killed his brother Able.  No doubt people wrote songs and sang songs about it, and we've been doing it ever since.Far be it from me to call the death of Jesus of Nazareth a murder, but I must say it had all the trappings of a mob lynching, what with the common populace screaming "Crucify Him!"  The Sanhedrin, the ruling religous body saying, "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111947366100043572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111947366100043572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/first-murder-recorded-murder-of-man.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111937041222323780</id><published>2005-06-21T08:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T09:13:32.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have not seen or talked to M and Em.  I just wonder how they are.  There fine.  I dont really wonder.  Or there not.  When it is time for me to know, I am sure I will know.So my fast started last night at midnight.  It is great.  I have been doing this for a decade.  So that makes it not that shocking to me. But it is still a cool process this first day.  Right now I am beginning to feel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111937041222323780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111937041222323780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-have-not-seen-or-talked-to-m-and-em.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111927155386765967</id><published>2005-06-20T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T05:45:53.870-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so tired.  And behind in my life.  I know my job is important, but god I am just exhausted.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111927155386765967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111927155386765967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-so-tired_20.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111922906668738731</id><published>2005-06-19T17:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T17:57:46.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So last night my friend Krstie showed up from Madison.  It was nice to see her, as I had not seen her since the whole talking wrong incident so long ago.  She looked amazing.  She is simply one of the prettiest girls I know.  I dont think of her like that though, she is simply one of the girls.  And there all like sisters.  So they are not potential sexual partners, no matter how drunk they </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111922906668738731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111922906668738731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-last-night-my-friend-krstie-showed.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111913785699362890</id><published>2005-06-18T16:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T16:37:36.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So right now I am listening to Scott Holt, live at Scott Street, singing voodoo child.Joe Bonamassa who?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111913785699362890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111913785699362890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-right-now-i-am-listening-to-scott.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111913782407619414</id><published>2005-06-18T16:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T16:37:04.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>While I am not a fan of NPR, and there anti LPFM policies...this is interesting...PBS, APTS and NPR learned yesterday evening from congressional staff that Congressman David Obey (D-WI) and Congresswoman Nita Lowey (D-NY) are planning to offer an amendment to the House Appropriations bill on Labor, HHS, Education and Related Agencies, (which includes the funding cuts for CPB), to restore some or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111913782407619414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111913782407619414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/while-i-am-not-fan-of-npr-and-there.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111911285841619724</id><published>2005-06-18T09:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T09:40:58.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.extremerestraints.com/Merchant2/merchant.mvc?Screen=PROD&amp;Product_Code=TT635&amp;Category_Code=&amp;Store_Code=ER</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111911285841619724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111911285841619724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/httpwww_18.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111910896043645304</id><published>2005-06-18T08:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T08:36:00.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I JUST WANNA DANCE-Dane CookSo here is my life now...I work from 7 am to ten pm.  I am putting this radio thing together.I am having a pretty good time with my life recently.  Jessie is doing okay.  She has sort of established that she is not interested in being here.  So that is fine...now I gotta go get someone else to do it.  I think that is okay.I just dont relate to 21 year olds, who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111910896043645304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111910896043645304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-just-wanna-dance-dane-cook-so-here.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111904796568861703</id><published>2005-06-17T15:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T15:39:25.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So updates.  What is happeneing.  What am i doing, i dont know.  I am going to the grocery store tonight.I fianally finihed a collection of cds for MEL.  She ahs beeen waiting so long.I will update this blog tomorrow</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111904796568861703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111904796568861703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-updates.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111894646085264619</id><published>2005-06-16T11:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T11:27:40.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Donna: Why didn't you go home after the party? Josh: I couldn't find my keys, or remember where I lived. Donna: Josh. Josh: I think there might have been strippers there. Donna: Oh my God! What happened to your clothes? Josh: I may have wrinkled my suit. Donna: Josh! Josh: Donna. You...You really wanna speak very softly. Donna: How did you get like this? Josh: People were pouring champagne over </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111894646085264619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111894646085264619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/donna-why-didnt-you-go-home-after.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111884003882533408</id><published>2005-06-15T05:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T05:53:58.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yesterday was a cool day.  Some cool things happened.  I met Anne the president of Wausau Area Events.  I voiced my concerns, and my professional position.  I cant wait to time the fallout from that one.She had said she wanted to meet me.  That he uncle, who is a famous coach of hockey who retired to medford.  Came to see my brother and I play hockey as young men.  She told me that he followed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111884003882533408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111884003882533408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/yesterday-was-cool-day.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111867077858835968</id><published>2005-06-13T06:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T06:52:58.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mike Tyson laid down this weekend.  Showed himself to be a quitter.  God I worshiped that man in college.  He was everything my Uncle and my Dad wanted in a boxer.  14 years ago he beat Razor Ruddock.  It was an awesome fight.I am so run down these days.  I really need to work on the show with Eric and Devlin. But honestly I go home, eat something, and I pass out.Why dont the bags of lettuce last</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111867077858835968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111867077858835968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/mike-tyson-laid-down-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111860140005928572</id><published>2005-06-12T11:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T11:36:40.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mike Tyson --------------------------------------------------------------------------------by Joyce Carol Oates --------------------------------------------------------------------------------22 November 1986. When twenty-year-old Mike Tyson enters the packed arena of the Las Vegas Hilton Convention Center, it is through a deafening wall of noise. A neutral observer would wonder: Is this young </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111860140005928572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111860140005928572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/mike-tyson-by-joyce-carol-oates-22.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111853442181511464</id><published>2005-06-11T16:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T17:00:21.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I feel pretty good tonight.  A few volunteers were not here, so I got some time to myself.  I think I honestly spend most of it tranferring stuff from my PDA to here.  I dont have the software to sync it up, so I am stuck waiting.  Before any of you mac people get excited, the fact is macs are designed to sync with palm, that is what iSync does.I am rereading Blue Like Jazz.  And some of what he </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111853442181511464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111853442181511464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-feel-pretty-good-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111843972409914175</id><published>2005-06-10T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T14:42:04.103-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so tired.  I really really am.  I mean it is just right there under my skin.  The sleep.  Oh it is just shitty.I wish I was connected more to the world, but I am not.And I fucking hate the volunteers, except for the cool ones. BUT there not cool, not at all</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111843972409914175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111843972409914175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-am-so-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111842461069562655</id><published>2005-06-10T10:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-10T10:30:11.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a toothache.Its actually not an ache, but a sensitivity in a gum area around a rear molar.----------------------------We were like Navy SEALs for Christ._____________________________</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111842461069562655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111842461069562655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-have-toothache.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111833048161805564</id><published>2005-06-09T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T08:21:21.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In an effort to show the smallness of the world...this morning the volunteer named Alan who does the metal show, told me he knew Jake when they were kids.My ex does not go away.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111833048161805564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111833048161805564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/in-effort-to-show-smallness-of-world.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111832136240420695</id><published>2005-06-09T05:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T05:49:22.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dont understand the issue I am facing.  I just dont understand my raw fucking hatred of the vols.  I mean I fucking hate them and there insipid comments.But are there comments symptoms of my own failures.  It just seems like I cannot get them enough.  That they cannot recieve enough ego soothing.I just dont know.I mean my ego is fucking huge.  And the fact is, I dont mind this process.  Do they</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111832136240420695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111832136240420695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-dont-understand-issue-i-am-facing.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111826537458962178</id><published>2005-06-08T14:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T14:16:14.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so the cell phone girl from before...her name was not jessica, it was amy.I just dont get it.  Dont people know there being disrespectful.  It is absolutely amazing the way certain people act.  My old friend with a shop two dorrs down from the pub, well he has every right not to be cool to me.  So does his wife.  But for some reason they accept me as a friend, or something.But people they drink </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111826537458962178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111826537458962178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-cell-phone-girl-from-before.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111825983549051598</id><published>2005-06-08T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-08T12:43:55.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I need to know why i reject your church.  Its because the time i go, i dont feel okay.  i feel uneasy, like they can see my dirtyness.  the sins are all right there.I seek the comfort and acceptance that i wanted from dad.  but i dont know what is happening at church.In the first chapter of blues like jazz, the comment is made that our desire is the only thing.  That all the discipline in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111825983549051598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111825983549051598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-need-to-know-why-i-reject-your.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111816756791288099</id><published>2005-06-07T11:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T11:06:07.916-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wanna buy me a gift...http://store.palmone.com/product/index.jsp?productId=1999092</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111816756791288099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111816756791288099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/wanna-buy-me-gift.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111815861656468221</id><published>2005-06-07T08:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T08:36:56.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>when i was a boy...oh fuck dino were going to go back to the well of lamenting pop culture.So I was looking at peoples profiles on here, and was looking at radio people.  Wow I gotta say that it clearly defined the line for me for commercial/college/commercial....and community.I think community radio is the future.  If you want to have a morning show to be like bob and tom or mark and who ever.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111815861656468221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111815861656468221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/when-i-was-boy.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111809347663484902</id><published>2005-06-06T14:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T14:31:16.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have discovered that I think the problem iwth this damn i book is not anything out in the world, i think that the power cord deal is just shot.I really dont know much today.  I just feel so tired today.  I am going to go home and eat some good food for a change of pace.  I just feel like such shit all the time.  It amazes even me.  I just know that I have not gone at this pace of concentration </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111809347663484902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111809347663484902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-have-discovered-that-i-think-problem.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111808303057297261</id><published>2005-06-06T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T11:37:10.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.macworld.com/news/2005/06/06/liveupdate/index.php?lsrc=mwrss</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111808303057297261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111808303057297261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111807255126532306</id><published>2005-06-06T08:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T08:42:31.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have moved into a whole nother realm...first...is nother a world.So I am tired.  Not like mondays suck tired, but unsafe to drive tired.  I just leaned back in my chair and was out for like 25 minutes.  Instant neck ache.Its amazing that I think that there is no one else available for this sort of thing.  Is it ego, or am I seeing that the volunteers want to be on the show, and not in the work </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111807255126532306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111807255126532306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-have-moved-into-whole-nother-realm.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111800696303074641</id><published>2005-06-05T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T14:29:23.036-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thats it, a week under our belt.  We got one done.  Fuck you negative thinkers.Were going to change this city.-----------------------------------------I think I have never been this smelly in my life.  I have not been home in so long.  I dont even recall what it looks like really.  It is beyond my understanding.  I am glad I have the tools of modern connectivity right now.I am glad for that.I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111800696303074641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111800696303074641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/thats-it-week-under-our-belt.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111785500978248793</id><published>2005-06-03T20:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T20:16:49.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This moment, this very moment for this very reason is why I question myself as a leader.  I have a vision, and Jessie and I had conflict.  I turned on the radio, and all I hear is some fuckwad from Opeth growling.Some death metal shit.Yeah you know I have a dislike of metal.But that is not the point, the point is I dont want to alienate people from listening.  Not the first week.Jessie when I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111785500978248793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111785500978248793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-moment-this-very-moment-for-this.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111784836542837809</id><published>2005-06-03T18:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T18:26:05.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is not a student radio station, is it?No its a community radio station.Is there a differance...yeah I think the differance is OPETH.And arguing with me just to argue.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111784836542837809'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111784836542837809'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/this-is-not-student-radio-station-is.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111780598446559125</id><published>2005-06-03T06:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T06:39:44.470-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>READERS....I COMMAND YOU...GO TO IOWA TONIGHTSEE THE SCOTT HOLT BANDREADERS...I GOTTA POOP</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111780598446559125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111780598446559125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/readers.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111773052985653145</id><published>2005-06-02T09:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T09:42:09.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PhhhhI am tired.  Really tired.  I barely woke up this morning, my mom called me like 6 times.  And my phone is loud.Pay to play is wrong</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111773052985653145'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111773052985653145'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/phhhh-i-am-tired.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111771834481758228</id><published>2005-06-02T06:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T06:19:04.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got a call last nightI was asleepDid not talk</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111771834481758228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111771834481758228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-got-call-last-night-i-was-asleep-did.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111767247400183419</id><published>2005-06-01T17:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T17:34:34.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh god I am listening the sunspot podcast, and Mike is plowed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111767247400183419'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111767247400183419'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/oh-god-i-am-listening-sunspot-podcast.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111766219222291280</id><published>2005-06-01T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T14:43:12.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and i left out the punch on purpose</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111766219222291280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111766219222291280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/and-i-left-out-punch-on-purpose.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111765713008920117</id><published>2005-06-01T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T13:18:50.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so the sxdx thing...It was at Oneida Casino.  I had never been there, because that shit does not seem like a worthwhile past time.  Just go to vegas I say.Anhow, I bought tickets for Tom, and Jeff, and Cuda and Capista, myself and one more.  So the one more went to Jessica.  So that was cool as shit that she came.I dont know if Capista and Cuda came, to be honest I dont really care.So we got </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111765713008920117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111765713008920117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/so-sxdx-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6233253.post-111762914928036120</id><published>2005-06-01T05:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T05:32:29.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SXDX last night.  Oh god the man gets better with each time.It was shitty to take certain people, and I made the mistake of taking Jessica.  Tom just was miserable the whole time...but he is miserable all the time anyway.I need my friends to be enthusiastic.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111762914928036120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6233253/posts/default/111762914928036120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://outgunned2.blogspot.com/2005/06/sxdx-last-night.html' title=''/><author><name>anonymous</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12214661094395104195</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
