<?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-5748162</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:19:40.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jimmy Carter would Approve</title><subtitle type='html'>Pants are merely a suggestion.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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>136</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5748162.post-108153694122472010</id><published>2004-04-09T14:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T14:58:27.686-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whoo...</title><summary type='text'>Spring Break is finally here. Much to my surprise, today (Good Friday) was a snow make up day. But it was a half day, so it could've been worse. Now, 9 days of screwing around. Golly, I hope I get drunk at least once.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/108153694122472010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/108153694122472010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108153694122472010' title='Whoo...'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-10804335628290712</id><published>2004-03-27T19:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-27T19:28:36.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Again.</title><summary type='text'>NC School Restricts Book on Gay PrinceWILMINGTON, N.C. - A children's book about a prince whose true love turns out to be another prince will be available only to adults in an elementary school's library, a committee has decided.    The book, called "King &amp; King," will be locked up at Freeman Elementary School in response to complaints by some parents, a school committee ruled Friday in an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/10804335628290712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/10804335628290712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#10804335628290712' title='Once Again.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107930936209022271</id><published>2004-03-14T19:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-14T19:11:42.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh...</title><summary type='text'>Well, Maryland beat Duke 95-87. Yes, I'm a Duke fan. We somehow lost a 12 point lead over Maryland in the second half with maybe 4 minutes left to play. Then we tied them and it went into OT. Sheldon Williams (Duke) fouled Maryland about 3 times in OT, got his 5th personal foul, went back to the bench and cried. It was a miserable ass game. The good news is...I saved a load of money on my car </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107930936209022271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107930936209022271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107930936209022271' title='Argh...'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107897525315827190</id><published>2004-03-10T22:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T22:23:09.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Had To Come.</title><summary type='text'>As life goes, you always have these peachy little stretches of fairly smooth day to day. Nothing really upsets the balance for quite some time. Well, that all exploded today, as per usual. It was really everything building up (stagnating in this town, never being challenged by school, etc.), and then the one thing that really added that extra weight to the load. And I'm not going to say what. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107897525315827190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107897525315827190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107897525315827190' title='Had To Come.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107740700661977411</id><published>2004-02-21T18:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T18:45:24.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That Train A'Comin'.</title><summary type='text'>Well, the-hg.com is slowly forming. Enjoy the splash page, by the way. Seems after a year, it's getting off the ground. The question is, will it stay off the ground. Something tells me it'll do better than the ezHitler HG. Seeing as its a separate domain and Invision is the board over any of that ezBreakdancing or VBulletin shit. In other fun shit, it's been unusually warm here (upper 60 degree</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107740700661977411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107740700661977411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107740700661977411' title='That Train A&apos;Comin&apos;.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107680885324448691</id><published>2004-02-14T20:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T20:36:04.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><summary type='text'>Ah, Valentine's Day is finally here. Now I have reason to drink. The  infamous skanks from school are all out, partying, giving head, worrying about their cell phone bill, etc. The goths are all having their non-judgmental poetry slams. The gangsters are out shooting at city buses. And the normal people are smoking pot and talking about their latest music purchase of "Probot". Ah, the life. I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107680885324448691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107680885324448691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107680885324448691' title='Today'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107662472387343234</id><published>2004-02-12T17:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T17:27:25.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grey.</title><summary type='text'>Tis been quiet as of late. My schizophrenic english teacher is throwing inordinate amounts of work at us every day. She evidently wants twenty journal entries of a page of more by next Friday. Uh huh. Twenty collective pages of shit in a week. That won't be happening. I have other classes to worry about. You would think teachers of all people would have even the slightest sense of reality, being </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107662472387343234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107662472387343234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107662472387343234' title='The Grey.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107621185473202650</id><published>2004-02-07T22:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-07T22:45:58.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Morning, Iowa.</title><summary type='text'>create your own visited states map or write about it on the open travel guide As you can tell, I'm not big on traveling. Most of these aren't recent. Driving through 600 miles of corn fields loses its interest after the first mile. Damn you, Iowa. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107621185473202650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107621185473202650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107621185473202650' title='Good Morning, Iowa.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107584496922823701</id><published>2004-02-03T16:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T16:51:08.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sickly Forest.</title><summary type='text'>Why Are You Here? by czarrieUsernameSome IdeaSo Why Are You Here?To Spread The Word Of NoneHow Will You Do This?PornographyWhat Will Be The Outcome?Your Soul Belongs To Santa. DamnCreated with quill18's MemeGen 2.0! Goodnight, Indiana.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107584496922823701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107584496922823701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107584496922823701' title='Sickly Forest.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107567228943129093</id><published>2004-02-01T16:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-01T16:53:07.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Same Old.</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's been amazingly boring around here. I got some homework to do, which I'm gonna start on soon. But, God, nothing happens around here. Ever. Damn this state is dead. Anyway, today's the Superbowl and I'm going for the Panthers. Damn Patriots. I hate them. Well, either way, it'll be a close game. I don't see any overtime, though. Unless someone gets injured or the ball keeps getting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107567228943129093'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107567228943129093'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107567228943129093' title='Same Old.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107533317118039597</id><published>2004-01-28T18:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T18:41:05.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Argh. Boredom. </title><summary type='text'>Ugh...this is the third fucking snowday we've had. And it looks like another one tomorrow. -_- I'm going up the walls. I mean, granted there's still a solid 3 inches of ice on most of the roads (stuff won't melt), they could at least have chains and shit ready for school bus tires. It's common sense, really. The local and state governments of NC KNOW we get this same old song and dance every </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107533317118039597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107533317118039597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107533317118039597' title='Argh. Boredom. '/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107519176468964517</id><published>2004-01-27T03:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-27T03:24:17.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bling.</title><summary type='text'>Screwing around late at night...fun. That's not an ad you're seeing at the top of my blog. Tis a live Weather.com link. Oh yeah. Boredom strikes. Type in your city, zip code, etc., and have weather. Great for lazy bastards. =p</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107519176468964517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107519176468964517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107519176468964517' title='Bling.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107507492333235184</id><published>2004-01-25T18:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T18:56:54.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep.</title><summary type='text'>DisorderRatingParanoid:HighSchizoid:LowSchizotypal:ModerateAntisocial:LowBorderline:ModerateHistrionic:ModerateNarcissistic:ModerateAvoidant:HighDependent:HighObsessive-Compulsive:High-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! --There you have it. I may or may not be as fucked up as originally thought. Now, off my property. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107507492333235184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107507492333235184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107507492333235184' title='Yep.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107507051687850439</id><published>2004-01-25T17:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-25T17:43:27.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Snow!</title><summary type='text'>Well, I woke up at 2 this afternoon to find about 4 inches of snow. And then it picked up and we're at about 6 right now, and it's still coming down, along with a lot of sleet. No freezing rain yet, though. So that's good. That's what brings down trees and powerlines. XD I went sledding a while ago with a couple people, too. That was interesting. My friend Josh steered off into this yard, and hit</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107507051687850439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107507051687850439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107507051687850439' title='Snow!'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107490208196346752</id><published>2004-01-23T18:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T19:00:32.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday!</title><summary type='text'>Yep. Friday, and despite still being kinda sick, I'm happy. Got my partial driver's liscense today. And, yes, I am happy with my photo. I'm always mad looking, so I've gotten used to it. =p I'm listed as being 5'11" on there, too. Why am I so cursedly tall? Hugging a girl who's 5'2", when you're 5'11" is kinda akward. Although, Rie's like 6'4", so I spose he's been cursed more than I have. Anyway</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107490208196346752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107490208196346752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107490208196346752' title='Friday!'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107482242466275342</id><published>2004-01-22T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T20:48:32.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Whee.</title><summary type='text'>Tis Thursday night, and I'm having what appears to be a relapse in my sickness. Joy. I felt miserable this morning at 7:15, so I just told my dad I couldn't do it, and I got some much needed sleep. Got up around noon and had some food, and some Day Quil. That stuff is magic in a bottle. Much like liquor. Anyway, I'm feeling better as of now, and I pretty much have to go tomorrow, even if I was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107482242466275342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107482242466275342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107482242466275342' title='Whee.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107462426111449045</id><published>2004-01-20T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T13:45:46.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'>School.</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's Tuesday, and I'm sitting here, skipping band. I hate that class. Same shit every day. We come in, warm up for like 15 minutes while the teacher does *whatever*, and she comes in, tells us to pull out some shitty song we've already played to death, and thus, boredom sets in. Fucking class. I'm outta there next year. I'm not wasting 11th grade doing that shit like I'm wasting 10th. Bah.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107462426111449045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107462426111449045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107462426111449045' title='School.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107455503753748398</id><published>2004-01-19T18:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T18:32:49.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>21st Century Schizoid Man</title><summary type='text'>Thanks to Rie's various rants about King Crimson, I'm listening to my King Crimson CDs more lately (see- In The Court Of The Crimson King). On a fun note, they've got an amazing drummer, Michael Giles, who really kills the percussion on "21st Century Schizoid Man". Enjoy: 21st CENTURY SCHIZOID MAN:Cat's foot iron clawNeuro-surgeons scream for moreAt paranoia's poison door.Twenty first </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107455503753748398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107455503753748398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107455503753748398' title='21st Century Schizoid Man'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107449175091351921</id><published>2004-01-19T00:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T00:57:15.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Re: HG</title><summary type='text'>---The Minnesotan Tree Hugger:: Suddenly, Richard Simmons appears, leading a pack of hot hobos.The Minnesotan Tree Hugger:: "You'll nevah escape this tahme, no mattah how hard ya shake yoah bootay! C'mon boys, work it!"The Minnesotan Tree Hugger:: Suddenly those hot hobos advance on you. Their stench overwhelms you, sort of a mixture of semen and spicy butt. What are you going to do, you are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107449175091351921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107449175091351921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107449175091351921' title='Re: HG'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107440026632818958</id><published>2004-01-17T23:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T01:05:00.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Get On The Boat...</title><summary type='text'>Fun times:RieBeam2 (11:26:25 PM): [Jaayy] I like my coffee the way I like my niggers.[Naive-EOC] Dead?[Derid-EOC] In the Field?[Ball-licker] In jail?[Humur] Killing each other?[Naive-EOC] Stealing?[Sailym] Covered in blood?[Humur] 5$ a piece?[Derid-EOC] Stupid?[Jaayy] ...[Jaayy] BLACK YOU FUCKING RACIST BASTARDS!  I LIKE MY COFFEE BLACK!---You know it's funny.  Find this and more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107440026632818958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107440026632818958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107440026632818958' title='Don&apos;t Get On The Boat...'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107429711642947545</id><published>2004-01-16T18:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T18:53:18.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep.</title><summary type='text'>Uck. I'm sick. Sore throat, my damn head hurts. And it would have to happen on a Friday. I hate you, world. But, I do get Monday off for MLK Jr. So, whee. And I wanna talk to Lauren. Ooh, and I'm heavily medicated. Watch as my typing skills get progressively worse through the night. Well, nothing new, really. I finished my poetry project for english. I'm glad I got that outta the way. Ah, well.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107429711642947545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107429711642947545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107429711642947545' title='Yep.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107413248298850960</id><published>2004-01-14T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T21:09:23.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Comment-y.</title><summary type='text'>Yep. BlogSpeak is somewhere in Russia, where bandwidth is never a problem, and Wilfred Brimley isn't a diabetic. So, children, comments are back, and hosted by CommentThis!. Have fun. Oh, and idea from Rie, of course. Because, without comments, where are we? Happier, probably, but that's beside the point. Oh, and fuck you 80sBoy. That's a preventitive measure. Damn 80sBoy and his Allah bullshit. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107413248298850960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107413248298850960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107413248298850960' title='Comment-y.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107404484405973750</id><published>2004-01-13T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T20:48:43.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Echoes</title><summary type='text'>Cunning. Through use of many of life's faculties,you've managed to suceed greatly. It may notseem so to many, but isn't the the point mosttimes? It's only a matter of knowing more thenthe others, right? I'm scared of people likeyou, but in the same time, admire the abilityto see more then just the big picture; you seeyourself in it every time. You survived the endby knowing who to knock down so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107404484405973750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107404484405973750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107404484405973750' title='Echoes'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107400331457109532</id><published>2004-01-13T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-13T09:16:33.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bling.</title><summary type='text'>I is at school, doin' some arbitrary work on Russia. Oh snap, Demetrius.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107400331457109532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107400331457109532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107400331457109532' title='Bling.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107368637481639725</id><published>2004-01-09T17:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T17:14:10.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Music.</title><summary type='text'>[ Devil's Dance Floor ]- Flogging Molly"Her breath began to speakAs she stood right in front of meThe colour of her eyesWere the colour of insanityCrushed beneath her waveLike a ship, I could not reach her shoreWe're all just dancers on the Devil's Dance FloorWell swing a little more, little more o'er the merry-oSwing a little more, a little more next to meSwing a little more, little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107368637481639725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107368637481639725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107368637481639725' title='Music.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107352338402737397</id><published>2004-01-07T19:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T19:57:37.013-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shitting The World.</title><summary type='text'>Well, Rie didn't take his own life...damn...I was looking forward to getting his shitty tv and guitar when he kicked it, too. :p Ah, well. I was his small Vietnamese sidekick. Spreading the good news and whatnot. Well, shitting the world is effectively over, and damn my conscience, I'm glad. And, of course, many hugs to Arty who actually believed it. Other than that, there's no real news. Big </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107352338402737397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107352338402737397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107352338402737397' title='Shitting The World.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107344243039096048</id><published>2004-01-06T21:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T21:28:22.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Erm...Not Good...</title><summary type='text'>RieBeam2 (9:14:28 PM): Dammit...pottedplant73 (9:14:33 PM): What's up?RieBeam2 (9:14:41 PM): Meh, I don't know anymore, SS...RieBeam2 (9:14:44 PM): I just don't know.RieBeam2 (9:14:48 PM): Things are up.pottedplant73 (9:14:51 PM): Eh, I know how that goes.RieBeam2 (9:14:58 PM): I bet.RieBeam2 (9:15:11 PM): But this is different. I can feel it, SS.RieBeam2 (9:15:23 PM): Something is just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107344243039096048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107344243039096048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107344243039096048' title='Erm...Not Good...'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107342484977432531</id><published>2004-01-06T16:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T16:35:22.046-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmhmm. </title><summary type='text'>Yeah. It's me. I'm still alive...thankfully. What with school starting back (damn, I miss than Christmas break), I been busy. Busier than usual. They swamped us with work the first day back, which was originally supposed to be a damn teacher workday, but the hurricane took that away from us. Damn "inclement weather" makeup days. Damn you, North Carolina Governor Mike Easley! Well, anyway, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107342484977432531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107342484977432531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107342484977432531' title='Mmhmm. '/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107299817419944316</id><published>2004-01-01T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T18:04:01.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Commercials Are The Worst.</title><summary type='text'>China   Leads In Non-Shitty Ads...And They Have Our JobsStory:" BEIJING (Reuters) - China is ringing in the New Year by banning television advertising for sanitary towels, hemorrhoid ointments and other items deemed unappetizing during meal times, the China Daily said on Wednesday. "A new regulation ... will prevent the broadcasting of advertisements for products such as sanitary napkins </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107299817419944316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107299817419944316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107299817419944316' title='Commercials Are The Worst.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107299399337485666</id><published>2004-01-01T16:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-01T16:54:20.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Years.</title><summary type='text'>It's 2004. Wheee. Where did 2003 go, anyway? Oh, yeah, that's right. We spent the whole goddamned year worrying about the economy and "smoking terrorists out of their holes". Damn...2003 was really short or somethin'. I blame it on the Canadians. What with their "flapjacks" and other tasteless, heavy food.Well, let's hope 2004 is better than 2003. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107299399337485666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107299399337485666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107299399337485666' title='Happy New Years.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107284242523672421</id><published>2003-12-30T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T22:48:10.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>North Of 751.</title><summary type='text'>Well, I was out from about noon today until 3 this afternoon driving with these new driver's ed kids. The driver's ed teach was in the backseat most of the time, so that's good. Thankfully, no near death experiences. Let's hope the next 3 days are as good.On another fun note, I think I'm getting over this depressed mood I've been in the last few days. So, that's good. My friends keep me sane, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107284242523672421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107284242523672421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107284242523672421' title='North Of 751.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107269070018047655</id><published>2003-12-29T04:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T04:39:23.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen From Crystal...</title><summary type='text'>The Generic Teenager StereotypeDo you drink [alcohol]?:yup Do you party a lot? How often?:nope. Do you use drugs for recreational purposes?:nope. How often do you use the word like in an average hour?:rarely. Do you skip classes? How often?:nah. a few times. Do you have casual sex? Protected?:nope. still a virgin. Teehee. Do you steal?:nope. Do you wear inappropriate clothing?:define "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107269070018047655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107269070018047655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107269070018047655' title='Stolen From Crystal...'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107258255028416258</id><published>2003-12-27T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T22:36:52.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen From Rie...</title><summary type='text'>1. What did you do in 2003 that you'd never done before?- Realized I loved someone.2. Did you keep your New Years' resolutions, and will you make more for next year?- Hmmm. Either I was too out of it to remember a resolution, or I just drank and resolved to break out of this shitty cycle. 3. Did anyone close to you give birth?- Sadly, no. Although I am glad to report I suspect I have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107258255028416258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107258255028416258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107258255028416258' title='Stolen From Rie...'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107231975964999252</id><published>2003-12-24T21:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T21:36:59.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Christmas, People.</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's technically Christmas Eve, (depending on your time zone), but you get the point. May you get all the crap you asked/pleaded/serviced Santa for. I'll most likely be gone most of the day tomorrow. Well, eat, drink and be merry. Although, if your fat, don't eat so damn much. If your an alcoholic, put the damn peach Schnapps down. And if you're Art, quit being so damn merry. =pHave a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107231975964999252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107231975964999252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107231975964999252' title='Merry Christmas, People.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107222401111913406</id><published>2003-12-23T18:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T19:12:43.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are You Ready For Some Football?</title><summary type='text'>Jebus Will Save YeAnother wonderful site courtesy of Rie.Well, tis December 23rd. And you know what that means. People frantically scurrying to malls. And morons trying to deposit some huge amount of money and telling their life story as they do so at banks. Man, when Christmas rolls around, morons become even more annoying and unbearable. This one chubby, white Donna type was sitting in her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107222401111913406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107222401111913406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107222401111913406' title='Are You Ready For Some Football?'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107187381885092013</id><published>2003-12-19T17:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T17:44:33.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Break.</title><summary type='text'>Yep. Today is the first day of my 19 day break. Wha-hoo. I'm happy, and tired. Trust me, taking a damn 94 question biology exam on 5 hours of sleep isn't wise. I got an 85 on it, though. I got a big sack o' candy from this girl in my bio class, too. So, that kept me kinda awake through the exam. Eh. I need caffeine; and in large amounts. I ate a small pizza by myself a while ago, but I couldn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107187381885092013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107187381885092013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107187381885092013' title='Christmas Break.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107171808527070833</id><published>2003-12-17T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T22:28:58.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big 16.</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's December 17th, and, yes I'm 16. Wheee. Tis been a pretty nice birthday. I took my math exam from 8:45 to 10:55 this morning, then, yes, I went to see LOTR 3 (more detail about that later) came home, watched some shit on NBC and fell asleep. Woke up at about 5, and it had cleared off (it was overcast and raining prior to this), went back to sleep, and woke up at 6. So, after the rain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107171808527070833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107171808527070833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107171808527070833' title='The Big 16.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107154055325692837</id><published>2003-12-15T21:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T21:10:04.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Yep. </title><summary type='text'>The crazy girl in the shadows.Find out what anime girl you are.Score! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107154055325692837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107154055325692837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107154055325692837' title='Yep. '/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107152565984320819</id><published>2003-12-15T16:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T17:05:06.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'>An Exit Lights The Sky. A Tale Of Four Months.</title><summary type='text'>Yep. It's been about 4 months since I've had this blog, and looking back in the Archivia, it's really apparent that I was an utter fool back in August/September. For one, I thought Kassidy (Hmmm. Icy) was someone who I really loved. Ugh. Little did I know she'd turn out to be a backstabbing, two-faced pseudo-redneck just like many of the Abercrombie retards at school. I had a good idea that she </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107152565984320819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107152565984320819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107152565984320819' title='An Exit Lights The Sky. A Tale Of Four Months.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107145465744989531</id><published>2003-12-14T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T21:18:27.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Night. </title><summary type='text'>I bring you lyrics:[Pearl Jam- Bushleaguer]"How does he do it? How do they do it? Uncanny and immutable.This is such a happening tailpipe of a party.Like sugar, the guests are so refined, (look like melting mice)A confidence man, but why so beleagued?He's not a leader, he's a Texas leaguerSwinging for the fence, got lucky with a strikeDrilling for fear, makes the job simpleBorn on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107145465744989531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107145465744989531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107145465744989531' title='Sunday Night. '/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107143178477252314</id><published>2003-12-14T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-14T14:57:14.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Well, Tis Over.</title><summary type='text'>Saddam Captured (full story)Somehow, we finally caught him:[Yahoo! News]"BAGHDAD, Iraq - Without firing a shot, American forces captured a bearded and haggard-looking Saddam Hussein (news - web sites) in a dirt pit across a river from one of his former palaces near his hometown of Tikrit, ending one of the most intensive manhunts in history. The arrest was a huge victory for U.S. forces </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107143178477252314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107143178477252314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107143178477252314' title='Well, Tis Over.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107136766816815429</id><published>2003-12-13T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T21:08:37.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times.</title><summary type='text'>Well, I've only got one more week of school. Exams are this week. World History and Spanish on Monday. Wha-hoo. I've got some studying to do for World History. On a fun note, I'm listening to my new "Some Devil"-Dave Matthews cd. Good stuff. I thought his solo album wouldn't be all that great, but it is. It comes with another disc that has like 5 songs, including "Jimi Thing". So, for 14 bucks, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107136766816815429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107136766816815429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107136766816815429' title='Good Times.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107102551923963495</id><published>2003-12-09T22:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T22:06:04.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Nilhilist...</title><summary type='text'>Nihilist Bear Which Dysfunctional Care Bear Are You? brought to you by QuizillaThat was expected. =p</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107102551923963495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107102551923963495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107102551923963495' title='Damn Nilhilist...'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107093144631490025</id><published>2003-12-08T19:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T19:58:09.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We've Got Ourselves A Writer! Well, La-Dee Frickin' Da!</title><summary type='text'>Well, a couple more weeks until Christmas break. Nineteen days away from morons. Wheee. Well, today was Monday. Boring and tired. I fell asleep, per usual, in English. Damn that class. She tells me I'm such a great writer, yet she bitches when I sleep through her little lecture on nothing. Ah, well. I did get 50 bucks from Grandmama today. Yes, she sends it from Mother Russia with some of their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107093144631490025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107093144631490025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107093144631490025' title='We&apos;ve Got Ourselves A Writer! Well, La-Dee Frickin&apos; Da!'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107067557504811369</id><published>2003-12-05T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-05T20:53:35.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Not Just Throw Me Down An Icy Driveway.</title><summary type='text'>Ugh. It got up to a balmy 36 degrees today with cold rain falling most of the time. Not even cold enough to snow. Just cold enough to piss me off even further. Goddamn. Cold and damp. It was the same scenario yesterday, when it only got up to 35. Wha-hoo. And, get this, we [my english class] just got another project assigned yesterday. Yes, that's project number four in the past month. Our </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107067557504811369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107067557504811369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107067557504811369' title='Why Not Just Throw Me Down An Icy Driveway.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107042174994206892</id><published>2003-12-02T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-02T22:26:39.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Newdow, Die. </title><summary type='text'>Michael Newdow reappears:'I'm a Wonderful Father' Fatherhood is not a role Newdow initially relished. He has asserted in court that the child was conceived when Banning forced him to have sex during a trip to Yosemite National Park. Judge James M. Mize, who is overseeing the custody case in Sacramento County Superior Court, called this "date rape" contention "incredibly disingenuous." Still</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107042174994206892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107042174994206892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107042174994206892' title='Newdow, Die. '/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107032894124928885</id><published>2003-12-01T20:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T20:36:17.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>December...Again.</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's December 1st. Christmas is about 3 weeks away. My birthday is on the 17th of this month. I'll be 16, by the way. Wha-hoo. So, all is well. Gotta present an English project on some arbitrary civil rights bullshit on Wednesday. Quick, Grandma. Fetch the Sony Handycam. Ten minutes of shit I, nor the class, gives a shit about. Come on Christmas Break. On a fun note, I'm reading. Yes. I'm</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107032894124928885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107032894124928885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107032894124928885' title='December...Again.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107023281868941077</id><published>2003-11-30T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T17:54:14.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick, Loved, And Lightheaded.</title><summary type='text'>Uck. Still sick. I woke up Friday morning at like 6, coughing my lungs out. Seeing as how I was already up, I got to go over to Best Buy, Circuit City, Target and a few other stores to greedily snatch up the relatively good sales on Black Friday. Well, I'll say one thing. Stores were a lot more crowded last year on Black Friday. But, I got a few good CDs, cheap, too. "20 Years of Sublime" for 5 </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107023281868941077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107023281868941077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107023281868941077' title='Sick, Loved, And Lightheaded.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-107006959303950464</id><published>2003-11-28T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T20:33:46.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>People Are The Worst.</title><summary type='text'>Yep. I've finally justified the general overbearing, heavy-handed, retardation of society. Originally from Rie's blog. Here's an excerpt:[ABC News Online]"She fears children could come back in at a later date with allegations about Santa's behaviour."None of us really want the risk of someone saying in 15 years' time 'When we sat on Santa's knee at market day... so they are sitting on elves</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107006959303950464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/107006959303950464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#107006959303950464' title='People Are The Worst.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106989849832801514</id><published>2003-11-26T20:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T21:02:10.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Too Quiet.</title><summary type='text'>Granted, it is Thanksgiving Day Eve, and everyone's traveling, wasting their time, polluting, throwing trash out the windows of their stupifyingly large, tacky SUVs, and so on. So it grows quiet around here. For the first time since...ever, there's no one on my buddylist. Sad, yes. Heh. Well, there is Rie. Surprise, surprise. I'm content, though. Yus. I've got all my projects from now until </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106989849832801514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106989849832801514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106989849832801514' title='Too Quiet.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106980189840010611</id><published>2003-11-25T18:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-25T18:12:09.403-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pass The Jelled Cranberry Substitute. </title><summary type='text'>Yes. I speak of Thanksgiving. Giving thanks for this wonderful land we pryed from the hands of the lifeless Native American bodies. Miniature American flags for all. Heh. Seriously, I don't give a shit. And I'm tired of these shoeless, new-age hippies running around ranting about how evil Christopher Columbus was. Get over it. And I say the same thing to people who still bitch about slavery. Get </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106980189840010611'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106980189840010611'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106980189840010611' title='Pass The Jelled Cranberry Substitute. '/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106953207504010089</id><published>2003-11-22T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T15:15:02.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Answer Is No.</title><summary type='text'>SALT LAKE CITY - Burger King adopted a corporate policy Friday allowing women to breast-feed their babies in restaurants — a day before a threatened "nurse-in" at the fast-food chain's facilities. The new policy says Burger King welcomes mothers who wish to breast-feed their children. "We want to be a family friendly place," said Rob Doughty, vice president for strategic communications for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106953207504010089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106953207504010089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106953207504010089' title='The Answer Is No.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106945630924617463</id><published>2003-11-21T18:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T18:12:16.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Might Have Good Qualities</title><summary type='text'>Bill Clinton's 21 Favorite BooksLITTLE ROCK, Ark. - Ah, nothing like curling up in front of the fireplace with 21 of President Clinton (news - web sites)'s favorite books. To coincide with the opening of a Clinton Library-related exhibit of books and gifts he received while president, Clinton has released a list of his 21 favorite books — from his wife's "Living History" to Ralph Ellison's "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106945630924617463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106945630924617463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106945630924617463' title='He Might Have Good Qualities'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106928217225808769</id><published>2003-11-19T17:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-19T17:49:56.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Short Story...As Told By Me.</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's been an interesting past month or so, to say the least. Let's get the trivial shit out of the way first. I just finished my 5th project since October...now I've got 2 more, thankfully. One for English, and one for World History. Bah. I hate presenting projects and shit like that. My thinking is this: I did the work, I want the grade. None of this presenting for 10 minutes about the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106928217225808769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106928217225808769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106928217225808769' title='A Short Story...As Told By Me.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106876543970435883</id><published>2003-11-13T18:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-13T18:17:38.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Waste My Fucking Time.</title><summary type='text'>Joy. I've got a new rant, and you're all about to be subjected to it. I was hauling ass up the stairs to World History this morning as usual. So, of course, I would have to run into some bullshit that'd make me late to class. Now, being late to the damn class isn't what pisses me off as much as GAY BLACKS. What the hell is this new upsurgence of gay black kids lately? It's like they're more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106876543970435883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106876543970435883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106876543970435883' title='Don&apos;t Waste My Fucking Time.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106860782618244856</id><published>2003-11-11T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T22:30:23.570-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Eat Your Children.</title><summary type='text'>Homicidal Tendencies Which Inner Demon (tm) Possesses You?  brought to you by QuizillaCome on. That should have been expected. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106860782618244856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106860782618244856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106860782618244856' title='I&apos;ll Eat Your Children.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106860591356860000</id><published>2003-11-11T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-11T21:58:31.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheee.</title><summary type='text'>Your soul is bound to the Fourth Totem, Solomon:The Owl.Solomon appears as an azure feathered owl.  Heembodies wisdom, judgement, reason, andstability.  He is associated with the colorazure, the season of autumn, and the element ofwater.  His downfall is farsightedness.You are most compatible with Ravens and Monkeys. Which Animal Spirit Totem Are You? brought to you by QuizillaOne word: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106860591356860000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106860591356860000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106860591356860000' title='Wheee.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106840320656521771</id><published>2003-11-09T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T13:40:04.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Bling.</title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--57.14 64.86 58.06 71.43--&gt;     INTP - "Architect". Greatest precision in thought and language. Can readily discern contradictions and inconsistencies. The world exists primarily to be understood. 3.3% of total population.     Take Free Myers-Briggs Personality Test  I'm not a cliche...I'm a real boy. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106840320656521771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106840320656521771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106840320656521771' title='Bling.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106836811078669801</id><published>2003-11-09T03:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-09T03:55:08.123-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gum.</title><summary type='text'>AKA 80s boy (3:31:42 AM): As previously stated, Javi and Rie love the cock.	pottedplant73 (3:32:04 AM): Yep. And so do you.AKA 80s boy (3:32:22 AM): You as in you, not you as in 80s boy.pottedplant73 (3:33:09 AM): Good one. That was almost on the level with a complete and utter moron. Now, what's with this IMing me? And more importantly, how'd you get my AIM sn?AKA 80s boy (3:33:24 AM): tsk </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106836811078669801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106836811078669801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106836811078669801' title='Gum.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106817779758753040</id><published>2003-11-06T22:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T23:03:15.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Damnit, Dale.</title><summary type='text'>LOS ANGELES, California (CNN) -- A day after being sued for illegally sharing music files through the Internet, a 12-year-old girl has settled with the Recording Industry Association of America. She's the first of 261 defendants to settle their lawsuits with the association. Brianna LaHara agreed Tuesday to pay $2,000, or about $2 per song she allegedly shared. "I am sorry for what I have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106817779758753040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106817779758753040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106817779758753040' title='Damnit, Dale.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106809185517398588</id><published>2003-11-05T23:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-05T23:10:53.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Backseat Lover On The Side Of The Road.</title><summary type='text'>I'm happy. Yes. Happy. And they said it couldn't be done. My school life is slowly climbing up that mountain to having As and Bs in all of my classes. Shit seems to be going right. I might as well rave like a madman about my net life. I'm sure of the 8 hits this thing gets a day, a few of you are bound to know Lauren (TMTH). Lately, meaning for the past month or so, I've been feeling a lot closer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106809185517398588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106809185517398588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106809185517398588' title='Backseat Lover On The Side Of The Road.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106771264672790755</id><published>2003-11-01T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-01T13:50:45.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hiatus (pt.III)</title><summary type='text'>Eh. My damned internet's been down for the past 5 days. Seems my mom had the simply groundbreaking idea to install some huge ass file on my old comp in Lotus Notes. So, to make a painfully long story short, she ended up crashing the computer. So, with the shitty Pentium 2 out of commission (which is a Godsend to finally have that thing out), I broke out the good old Pentium 4. Now, here's where </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106771264672790755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106771264672790755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106771264672790755' title='The Hiatus (pt.III)'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106714578839863931</id><published>2003-10-26T01:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T01:23:07.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who's Kidding, Rainy Day. A One Way Ticket Headstone. </title><summary type='text'>Today has been a shitter. Overcast and cool all day. Supposed to rain late tomorrow. I've been sleeping most of today. Other than that, I went to Burger King for the first time in months and I've been listening to my "Binaural"-Pearl Jam CD all day. Been feeling pretty depressed, too. I just feel like I've got no direction in life. I don't have a clue what I'm doing after highschool. Probably </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106714578839863931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106714578839863931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106714578839863931' title='Who&apos;s Kidding, Rainy Day. A One Way Ticket Headstone. '/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106694542865217885</id><published>2003-10-23T17:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T17:43:48.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Me and Jed Was All Used Up.</title><summary type='text'>This whole school thing is still a pain in the ass; don't get me wrong. But my feelings have shifted from depression/suicidal tendencies/finding hope in watching "Oprah's Cancer Survivor Stories" to "Bah, shit. It'll never change. Might as well deal with it." After this year, there are still 2 more years of highschool, so the monotony ain't going to be over soon. Eh. Go with the flow and all that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106694542865217885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106694542865217885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106694542865217885' title='Me and Jed Was All Used Up.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106661608695932837</id><published>2003-10-19T22:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-19T22:14:46.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome To Hell.</title><summary type='text'>HipstersCircle I LimboLibertarians, RepublicansCircle II Whirling in a Dark &amp; Stormy WindGeneral asshatsCircle III Mud, Rain, Cold, Hail &amp; SnowNAMBLA Members, The New York YankeesCircle IV Rolling WeightsDMV EmployeesCircle V Stuck in Mud, MangledRiver StyxBill O'Reily, DemocratsCircle VI Buried for EternityRiver PhlegyasCreationists, Trixies, PETA MembersCircle VII Burning SandsGothsCircle IIX </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106661608695932837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106661608695932837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106661608695932837' title='Welcome To Hell.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106643353354136085</id><published>2003-10-17T19:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T19:32:13.260-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back On Crack (pt. II) For The Time Being.</title><summary type='text'>Yep. I'm back. And I've had a revelation. Now, follow me here. It gets complicated. See. the MORE time I spend away from the computer, the better off I am, or so it's seemed. And the LESS time I spend away from the computer, I never get shit done homework wise, and the constant spew of brainshit from complete and utter morons really gets to me. But, besides that, I've been dealing with a lot of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106643353354136085'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106643353354136085'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106643353354136085' title='Back On Crack (pt. II) For The Time Being.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106609332476283753</id><published>2003-10-13T21:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T21:02:04.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I See A Break A'Comin'.</title><summary type='text'>I'll just say it and save a lot of time. I've been feeling pretty depressed lately. The monotony day after day has gotten to me, and the whole net life has very much lost its appeal. Sure, this was expected. Happens to everyone at some point, I guess. I don't know. I'm pretty much just sick of the whole net thing. It was fun at first, and I thought it was a release from school, but, alas, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106609332476283753'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106609332476283753'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106609332476283753' title='I See A Break A&apos;Comin&apos;.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106608870970797779</id><published>2003-10-13T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T19:48:32.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boredom Strikes...Again.</title><summary type='text'>Well, after a day off from school, and after much boredom, I bring you this: [EDIT: I think I'm also the chick from "Evaniescense!!11omg!". Odd]You're Most Like The Season Winter ...You're often depicted as the cold, distant season.But you're incredibly intelligent, mature andIndependant. You have an air of power aroundyou - and that can sometimes scare people off.You're complex, and get hurt</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106608870970797779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106608870970797779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106608870970797779' title='Boredom Strikes...Again.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106607826960860367</id><published>2003-10-13T16:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T16:51:09.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Kenneth, Your Pizza Is Here.</title><summary type='text'>Ah, well. It's been another boring ass weekend, which is pretty much expected now. But, I got today off from school. Which is always good. If I ever had to choose a day to take off from school, it'd be Monday. Monday is just uck for me, and plenty of people, I'm sure. That whole rushed Sunday night thing just don't work for me. The 4 day week/3 day weekend would work for me. But, you know, if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106607826960860367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106607826960860367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106607826960860367' title='Kenneth, Your Pizza Is Here.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106591539850660351</id><published>2003-10-11T19:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T19:36:38.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It Gives A Whole New Meaning To "If There's Grass On The Field, Play Ball."</title><summary type='text'>Rie Lives A Magical Life. Hard to believe, eh? Nope. This IS South Carolina we're talking about. North Carolina's no better, though. But, here's fun: [from the article]"He previously worked at South Columbus High in the Columbus County, N.C., School District, she said.The district performs background checks on potential employees before they are hired, Britton said.If convicted, Zeltmann </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106591539850660351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106591539850660351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106591539850660351' title='It Gives A Whole New Meaning To &quot;If There&apos;s Grass On The Field, Play Ball.&quot;'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106583860575504588</id><published>2003-10-10T22:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T22:16:45.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Back On Crack. [The Hiatus]</title><summary type='text'>Yeah, yeah. I've been really busy these past few days. Thus, the lack of updates. A lot of shit at school. I'm getting the runaround trying to get my full provisional driver's liscense. I thought I was getting it a couple weeks ago, but when I went down to the DMV, they gave me some shit about not having filled out some form they just DESPERATELY fucking needed on record. So, I filled it out. And</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106583860575504588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106583860575504588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106583860575504588' title='Back On Crack. [The Hiatus]'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106549460652719468</id><published>2003-10-06T22:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T22:43:26.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Uh...</title><summary type='text'>School and life and slowly closing in. I had the great joy to wake up one day last week sick as all hell. So, I miss a couple days. No big deal, right? Actually, quite the contrary. Seems I missed a lot of shit in biology and in math. Fun. So, I ask for the makeup work the day I get back, and, of course all I hear is "Oh, sorry. I don't have any more copies." Well, it's not my fucking problem if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106549460652719468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106549460652719468'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106549460652719468' title='Uh...'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106531259148990985</id><published>2003-10-04T20:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-04T20:09:51.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Question Is...</title><summary type='text'>Mario: Is It An '80s Video Game Hit Or Communist Propaganda? You decide. Well, fun link of the day aside, it's been another uneventful Saturday. Joy.I did finally have to break down and buy some new shoes...and some Timberland boots for winter. Fun. I spent about 5 hours knocking around at different stores. Other than that, it's been boring as hell. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106531259148990985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106531259148990985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106531259148990985' title='The Question Is...'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106521708256957657</id><published>2003-10-03T17:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-03T17:38:02.203-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Draw Your Own Conclusions. </title><summary type='text'>Here's the log:pottedplant72 (4:58:03 PM): Ah, excellent. Just as planned. RieBeam2 (4:58:26 PM): Prepare the blimp.pottedplant72 (4:58:36 PM): Now, indentured servant, fetch me a bowl of cereal.RieBeam2 (4:59:06 PM): Yes, master. Will there be anal sex at 9, as usual?pottedplant72 (4:59:40 PM): Yes'm, Paddy. The anal voyage high atop mine manhood is planned.RieBeam2 (5:00:08 PM): Okay, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106521708256957657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106521708256957657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106521708256957657' title='Draw Your Own Conclusions. '/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106513291163867698</id><published>2003-10-02T18:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-02T18:15:54.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hmmm. A Bit Chilly, I'd Say. </title><summary type='text'>Fall is indeed fast approaching. It seems Durham, NC has a frost advisory out for tonight. It's supposed to drop down to 35 tonight, or lower. I'm ready for colder temps, though. I suffered through yet another bug-ridden, humid ass North Carolina summer, and I'm ready for fall and winter. Other than that, I found this pretty nifty website called QuickMath.com. If you ever need to do some quick </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106513291163867698'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106513291163867698'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106513291163867698' title='Hmmm. A Bit Chilly, I&apos;d Say. '/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106505986130389068</id><published>2003-10-01T21:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T21:57:40.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shiny.</title><summary type='text'>KrazyKidFive (9:53:10 PM): You know what's really good?pottedplant72 (9:53:16 PM): Sex?KrazyKidFive (9:53:21 PM): Those hot fudge sunday Pop-Tarts.KrazyKidFive (9:53:26 PM): It's like an orgy in my mouth.pottedplant72 (9:53:29 PM): Never had em.pottedplant72 (9:53:51 PM): Just like a grown man's penis, eh?KrazyKidFive (9:54:02 PM): Sure.pottedplant72 (9:54:07 PM): Ah. KrazyKidFive (9:54:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106505986130389068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106505986130389068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106505986130389068' title='Shiny.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106505315491455378</id><published>2003-10-01T19:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T20:05:54.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn It.</title><summary type='text'>Well, I felt it coming on last night, and, alas today I woke up feeling like shit. So, all in all, I layed out of school today, finished some homework that has been piling up, and now I'm just sitting here feeling like shit. And, to make matters even more fun, it's been getting unusually cold here at night. Winter's on its way. Damn. This is way too early for it to be getting down to 35 at night.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106505315491455378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106505315491455378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106505315491455378' title='Damn It.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106496147627910750</id><published>2003-09-30T18:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T18:45:58.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fun.</title><summary type='text'>It looks like BlogSpeak is down for a while. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106496147627910750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106496147627910750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106496147627910750' title='Fun.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106496070089658294</id><published>2003-09-30T18:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-30T18:25:00.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ah, Flu Season.</title><summary type='text'>Yup. Flu season will be upon us in a couple short weeks. Strap Grandma to the bed and break out the flak jackets. They say they have enough influenza vaccines to vaccinate everyone who needs it. Thing is, I always seem to get the flu right around this time of year, with out without the vaccine. Ah, well. Missing a week of school is a blessing and a shitter. Mainly cause making up 5 days of work </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106496070089658294'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106496070089658294'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106496070089658294' title='Ah, Flu Season.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106480191413888864</id><published>2003-09-28T22:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T22:18:34.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Onion Returneth.</title><summary type='text'>If you're not accustomed to The Onion by now, well, you may as well check T. Herman Zweibel's weekly column "Down With The Income Tax" in particular. If you truly are slow, this whole site is devoted to making a mockery of shitty news websites such as cnn.com. The joke is T. Herman Zweibel is 132 years old and still lives in the early 1900s. Fun? Very.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106480191413888864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106480191413888864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106480191413888864' title='The Onion Returneth.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106471834667604055</id><published>2003-09-27T22:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T23:06:14.113-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Game Of Football.</title><summary type='text'>Yup. Lauren finally broke down and put BlogSplurt's commenting system in her blog. Looks like a trend. Wheee. In other fun news, I got back from Duke Band Day. It went pretty well, despite what many a jaded highschooler thought. The game was Florida State University at Duke. At halftime (when I left) FSU was up 28-7 over Duke. But, that was pretty expected. FSU has gotten better since they lost</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106471834667604055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106471834667604055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106471834667604055' title='The Game Of Football.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106463226736149641</id><published>2003-09-26T22:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-26T23:11:07.336-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nicht In Meinem Toolshed, Arschloch. </title><summary type='text'>The title means "Not in my toolshed, asshole", if you were wondering. I'm sure Rie will like that one. In other fun news, I finally threw in 50 bucks toward a cell phone tonight. Being stuck somewhere with no damn phone is really a pain in the ass, and what with my dad's crazy ass work schedule, I'll be needing a phone to catch a ride when he isn't around. And, of course, to play "FIFA: Worls </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106463226736149641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106463226736149641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106463226736149641' title='Nicht In Meinem Toolshed, Arschloch. '/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106454259748177480</id><published>2003-09-25T22:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T22:16:37.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A Kitten, A Xylophone, A Night Of Fun.</title><summary type='text'>Rathergood never ceases to amuse me.On a note of fun, tomorrow is Friday, but that joy will be short-lived. Duke Band Day this Saturday. Feh. I hope it rains so bad. Good thing I haven't sunk any money into this whole thing in the form of tickets. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106454259748177480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106454259748177480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106454259748177480' title='A Kitten, A Xylophone, A Night Of Fun.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106452501498706609</id><published>2003-09-25T17:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-25T17:23:34.900-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Enjoys Long Walks On The Frozen Tundra.</title><summary type='text'>First of all, this from Baphomatic's livejournal: "Haggard messianic type seeking sycophantic cyber-Centurians on motor-scooters, for rough and tumble Agape/Templar gang-bang with psychadelic Sanhedrin, will induce nano-christ convulsions whereof spooge surfing sewer-sluts shall usher forth in undulating crescendos of pain and hashishimite spark-gap Phi-ratio heart pump chasm comubustion of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106452501498706609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106452501498706609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106452501498706609' title='Enjoys Long Walks On The Frozen Tundra.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106443943477837356</id><published>2003-09-24T17:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-24T17:42:40.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>We Don't Need No Edumacation...We Don't Need No Thought Control.</title><summary type='text'>Well, the daily grind has about forced me to flee to Wisconsin and start a small dairy farm. I'm sick of school. Sick of "targetted learning" as Carson put it. Tired of "zero tolerance". And pretty damned tired of being told I can't go between buildings during lunch. I'm sure plenty of people have the same bitch. It's just funny to me how SO MUCH money is taken from taxes in this city to pay for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106443943477837356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106443943477837356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106443943477837356' title='We Don&apos;t Need No Edumacation...We Don&apos;t Need No Thought Control.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106436025148931372</id><published>2003-09-23T19:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-23T19:37:31.116-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fall Cometh. </title><summary type='text'>After a summer of 95 degree temps and unbearable humidity, I'm pretty much ready for cooler weather. The local weather geniuses *cough* are saying fall is coming. It's only supposed to be like 55 tonight instead of the usual 73...and humidity so high everything just seems wet. Uck. Well, I'll be glad when it's only 70 or so during the day. The trees are still green, though. They usually don't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106436025148931372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106436025148931372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106436025148931372' title='Fall Cometh. '/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106426960030793931</id><published>2003-09-22T18:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T18:26:40.196-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Which Overly Dependent Dimestore Psychologist Moron Are You?</title><summary type='text'>Yep. I'm a "let's make out on this car".kiss on the lips - you're sweet and simple butquite daring. you move for the kill confidentlyknowing the other person wants the same thing. What Sign of Affection Are You? brought to you by QuizillaAnd, please no thousands of angry messages. You don't think people actually take online quizzes seriously, do you? *coughs*As you could probably tell, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106426960030793931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106426960030793931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106426960030793931' title='Which Overly Dependent Dimestore Psychologist Moron Are You?'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106416838966599978</id><published>2003-09-21T14:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T14:19:49.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Whee. Come Aboard The Commenting System With Me...For A Three Hour Tour.</title><summary type='text'>Yus, I finally installed BlogSpeak's commenting thingy. Have fun, children.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106416838966599978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106416838966599978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106416838966599978' title='Whee. Come Aboard The Commenting System With Me...For A Three Hour Tour.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106411740564347667</id><published>2003-09-20T23:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-21T00:10:05.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Three Of A Perfect Pair.</title><summary type='text'>Blasting Nirvana at midnight. Fun, fun. You know what I haven't done in a while? Ranted. Yes. Fear my incoherent mass of text that is a rant...-/A Rant? You Sure Bout That, Kenneth?/-This rant brings about two main ideas. So, listen up, children. And, that's new carpet, you bastards...no chewy. It seems this Net life has recently flared up for many a folk who I know. Relationships seem to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106411740564347667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106411740564347667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106411740564347667' title='Three Of A Perfect Pair.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106408801505608084</id><published>2003-09-20T15:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T16:00:15.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Erm...Shit.</title><summary type='text'>It does seem the online drama continues to unfold. I won't be specific. Why? I don't want another war on my hands. I thought about this whole damned situation for a long time last night, and, thus far, it seems things just have to work themselves out.Now, for fun. I've got hurricane cleanup to do outside. Don't know why, though. We didn't lose any trees to this thing; only some branches and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106408801505608084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106408801505608084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106408801505608084' title='Erm...Shit.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106400055882294894</id><published>2003-09-19T15:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-19T15:42:38.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hurricane. </title><summary type='text'>As you may have guessed, I have been sitting in the dark for the past 27 hours. I know, I know. A lot of people are still without power, and their trailers are flooded. Fun, fun. Well, anyway, it was definitely pretty bad, but nothing like what I expected. The storm itself was 600 miles in diameter when it hit NC, but the bands of really heavy wind and rain went southwest and northeast of here. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106400055882294894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106400055882294894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106400055882294894' title='The Hurricane. '/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106390740049471072</id><published>2003-09-18T13:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T13:50:36.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Down That Sad, Lonely Road.</title><summary type='text'>Yup. The hurricane finally made landfall sometime early this morning. So, I just woke up to trees being nearly bent in two and some pretty heavy rain. Fun? You know it. And the worst of it isn't even here yet. They're expecting winds up to 50 and 60 mph between 3 PM and 7 PM. Ah, well. I live in a brick house with a fairly new roof, and I sleep on the first floor. No worries...as of yet. As I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106390740049471072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106390740049471072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106390740049471072' title='Down That Sad, Lonely Road.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106386320059581412</id><published>2003-09-18T01:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T01:33:20.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God Is In The Radio.</title><summary type='text'>Wheee. I've started a cliche. Just follow this simple rule: I wuvs my [insert name of person here]. Seems even Carson has jumped aboard the love bandwagon. Who's up for tacos?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106386320059581412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106386320059581412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106386320059581412' title='God Is In The Radio.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106385291065654271</id><published>2003-09-17T22:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T22:41:50.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Onion.</title><summary type='text'>Woman Assures You She's Not Mad"CASPER, WY—Your girlfriend of four months, University Xerox employee Rebecca Kohler, assured you Monday that she was "not mad" about being unable to reach you on the phone Saturday night, even though you said you would probably be home. "For the last time, I'm not angry at you, goddamnit!" a furious Kohler said. "Christ, are you trying to make me mad?" The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106385291065654271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106385291065654271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106385291065654271' title='The Onion.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106385166414132245</id><published>2003-09-17T22:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T22:21:03.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Court Of The Crimson King.</title><summary type='text'>Is Our Trailer Gonna Get Blowed Away?Come on. You know you'd take that sad advantage to mock a redneck family. Lighten up. :p Anyway, it seems we're already seeing the outer bands of this damn hurricane. No rain...yet. Just clouds. Fun. Anyway, not much happening. Strangely quiet outside. And still. *waits for Art to leap from bushes*. By the way, I'm A Bustard.Now time for lyrics: ("I Talk</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106385166414132245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106385166414132245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106385166414132245' title='In The Court Of The Crimson King.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106383559072356573</id><published>2003-09-17T17:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-17T17:53:10.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Are Young And Life Is Long. And There Is Time To Fill The Day.</title><summary type='text'>Wheee. The hurricane is 320 miles SSE of Cape Hatteras, NC now. And it somehow picked up speed on the way. This should be fun. No school tomorrow, though. It'll either be one of the least devastating hurricanes ever, or it'll turn into a monster again over the Gulf Stream and just swamp us. Either way, if I'm somehow on hiatus in Idaho after this thing, or if I'm just dead, I wuv my Crystal. ^_~</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106383559072356573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106383559072356573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106383559072356573' title='You Are Young And Life Is Long. And There Is Time To Fill The Day.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106374799593561870</id><published>2003-09-16T17:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T17:33:15.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You Float Like A Feather...In A Beautiful World. You're So Very Speshul...</title><summary type='text'>Fun times. Seems Mike Easley has declared a state of emergency (North Carolina). The hurricane has lost a lot of power, though. Down to 105 mph winds, but that's still strong enough to screw us royally. My thinking is still if the hurricane comes up the Gulf Stream it'll restrengthen because of the warm water in the Gulf Stream. Eh. What happens will happen. Nothing really else new. Perfectly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106374799593561870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106374799593561870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106374799593561870' title='You Float Like A Feather...In A Beautiful World. You&apos;re So Very Speshul...'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106366382765214632</id><published>2003-09-15T18:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T18:18:19.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Big Update Thingy.</title><summary type='text'>Well, it seems this whole thing with me and Crystal has calmed down, so far today at least. Anyway, Arty gives me no hard feelings about the whole thing. So, tis all good. I've done my share of ranting on the whole thing, and I hope everyone gets the point. I never had the intention to make this a big deal just by posting some of it in my blog. But, hopefully, it's over for the better part. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106366382765214632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106366382765214632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106366382765214632' title='The Big Update Thingy.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106365925789196077</id><published>2003-09-15T16:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T16:54:17.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Wheee.</title><summary type='text'>[23:11:22] Xytheril: holy shit.......[23:11:28] Xytheril: I just thought about something[23:11:31] Art: ja?[23:11:43] Xytheril: Data on Star Trek doesn't use contractions because he's an android.[23:11:54] Xytheril: Zatenks does't use contractions either.[23:11:58] Art: wow[23:12:01] Art: holy shit[23:12:06] Art: I didn't even notice that[23:12:20] Xytheril: I always thought there was </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106365925789196077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106365925789196077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106365925789196077' title='Wheee.'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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-5748162.post-106364380621101537</id><published>2003-09-15T12:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T12:36:46.183-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Alrighty. </title><summary type='text'>Yeah, yeah. I was really pissed last night at the sheer amount of IMs and shit I was getting from people. It really ain't that big a deal, and I still say that, but, whatever. I'm over it. Just sad how your lives revolve around stuff like this. Well, the fact remains, and I'm not changing my mind to suit a few people who don't like it. Out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106364380621101537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5748162/posts/default/106364380621101537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hitlersasurgeonofawife.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106364380621101537' title='Alrighty. '/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10149756804157974150</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>
