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  <title>ShaiZ Journal</title>
  <subtitle>ShaiZ</subtitle>
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    <email>fatkat.greg@gmail.com</email>
    <name>ShaiZ</name>
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  <updated>2009-08-29T19:47:35Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brokening:99646</id>
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    <title>Giger lapse</title>
    <published>2009-08-29T19:47:35Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-29T19:47:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I only seem to use this when I have a video to post. Today is no exception.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a new room mate, which I'm hopeful about.&lt;br /&gt;Got new glasses, setting up a long awaited tatt appointment for next Saturday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looking forward to it all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="10" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brokening:99543</id>
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    <title>New Time lapse video</title>
    <published>2009-08-01T08:45:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-08-01T08:45:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="9" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just in time, Andy and I will are taking some Vemf footage, which should be fun to string together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally off Anti Biotics.&lt;br /&gt;Woo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zzz time for me.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brokening:99203</id>
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    <title>Stallone cuts</title>
    <published>2009-07-23T05:07:11Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-23T19:12:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">A lot of the foods I enjoy have this tiny window, like a tiny flash, of something awful in the after taste.&lt;br /&gt;For instance I love Pho, but sometimes when I’m  eating it smell/tastes of something foul, like unwashed bodies locked in slapping coitus, then it’s gone, but it does detract from the overall eating experience.  Like someone spliced a single frame of nasty into my food, Tyler Durden style.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My leg has a little row boat of a chunk missing, and now it’s infected, and now I’m taking anti biotics. &lt;br /&gt;I hate anti biotics on every level and I haven’t taken them in years. I burp them up, and it’s like burp deaths, It’s as if my stomach found some old food, indistinguishable due to thick mold fur, behind the couch and sent it up the pipe.&lt;br /&gt;I don’t even want to burp anymore.  I’m a terrible,  non-burping, torn-vagina-legged man, hobbling around gobbling death pills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did another Video time lapse shoot with Hilary.&lt;br /&gt;I started editing it and the 500 clips de-sequenced which is a salty little hell to re-sequence, I’ll have it done in.. in awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It took way too long and I fell asleep, When I awoke there was people in altered states and underwear.&lt;br /&gt;It will make for a good ending.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bought a nice little HD camera which I can’t wait to arrive.&lt;br /&gt;It should be fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK, back to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT: Ps: gross and Hilarious pics of my leg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://fatkats.net/forum/viewtopic.php?f=2&amp;amp;t=580"&gt; Clicky &lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Diaphanous</title>
    <published>2009-07-06T20:39:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-07-06T20:39:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">It's been a decent summer so far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done a lot of summ'ery things. Hikes and hhwat not, a few trips to the Nanaimo River and Roberts Memorial are in order for certain, to make the summer complete.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work is going. That's right I ended my sentence right there, It's a complete sentence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to Vancouver on the weekend, my head phones batteries died so I just wrote random things in my black berry during the 6 hr, return trip.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just copy/pasted everything out of my berry here after the cut, it's semi offensive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like writing in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With my thumbs. It's interesting to note that nothing worth reading was ever been written with thumbs, Boondocks told me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your boss is your dad, that's all there is to it. Fuck the simile, and if you work for your dad, well then he's your mfing double dad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People all around me on this bus have the stench of death; this ginger kid looks Auschwitz thin with the purple eggplant deadness to his eyes, drinking a coke; watery eyes tight with optimism like he's on a telethon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should reevaluate my appearance when emo looking try-hard hipsters nod at me like we're wearing the same out of town sports jersey. Why do these kids want everyone to know how thin and bird like their legs are? Whatever, ride that chicken, I don't care.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New bus. I traded in hipsters for a mentally handicapped day trip; wearing baby powder like cologne, dressed with about 23% thought.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; If you're really old or young all you need is a shared general age to bond with someone. The moderately young or old can't make friends, we have black berries and ipods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Your minimalistic, hippie, nomadic,  lifestyle would be much easier if you bought a smaller drum. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We get a new pc word for native every few years, because we keep turning them into slurs.  That's so fucking First Nations of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey 30's something business man turn down your ipod we can all hear your lil' Wayne, oh wait, shit, that's me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to Vancouver, just piss anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet cats give terrible head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No its cool scene girl I just forgot my second belt at home, it’s totally white though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On your left you'll see a plane, just right there, impossibly big in the sky, flaunting reality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing angers American tourists more than paying for items with their USD at par.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It’s not the 3$ they lost on that 20, it’s the principal, I can hear it in their indignant exhales.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I'm I wrong to not want to wear shirts ironically? I started talking gangster ironically years ago with my friends and now we all just talk gangster, well at least around the edges. I think there's reason for caution. I see a future of 30 something’s saying "woord" with fanny packs and NKOTB long shirts with the oversized lettering.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I grow up I want to be a black guy wearing 2 watches. It seems like a good life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Somehow making countless subs a day has made you worse at making subs than me, and I've only made like 2 ever. How did this happen? Can u spread those pickles out and hold the palpable indifference?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell my name is old because its gender specific.&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>It's not true, but it's getting truer</title>
    <published>2009-06-17T08:39:55Z</published>
    <updated>2009-06-17T08:39:55Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Pretty Hat Machine</lj:music>
    <content type="html">The dying hours of the night I figured I should put something in here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always have the intention, but never the motivation; I need the obligation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things are going well, &lt;i&gt;well&lt;/i&gt; in a stagnated sort of way, but &lt;i&gt;well&lt;/i&gt; in general, despite the withering mood this entry may portray.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have this &lt;i&gt;thing&lt;/i&gt; where if I'm not overwhelmed then I'm... underwhelmed and everything is sort of an extra watered down version of itself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life is about balance right, but it's actuality probably more akin to playing on a seesaw.&lt;br /&gt;Brief, finite moments of balance as you pass through the imbalances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes I think I need someone to answer too, I lack repercussions for my lack of forward momentum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-2"&gt;Where can I can get that invisible gun to my head?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take some initiative, &lt;i&gt;actually&lt;/i&gt; pull the trigger on some things, and trap myself in comfortable and confining schedule of obligations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If two roads divide in a yellow wood, I'd probably find another path that gave me less autonomy,&lt;br /&gt;and that makes all the difference.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ZzzZz</content>
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    <title>Baby, I got your money, don't you worry.</title>
    <published>2009-05-14T19:51:43Z</published>
    <updated>2009-05-14T20:11:12Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Muscles - Ice cream</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I haven't updated in quite a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My moods sort of eff'ed but in a good way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went tanning this morning, which I've been doing pretty routinely this past couple weeks.&lt;br /&gt;Get some of this glaring white off me. I looked like a gd polar bear. Now slightly less so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've become sort of entrenched in my rut lately,  get up/Internet/tan/sometimes gym/work/Internet sleep. It's not a terrible rut and it's pretty cozy, as ruts are want to be, but a rut nonetheless.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The problem is no one is around at 11 pm when I get off work, well no one who's up to anything good at any rate.&lt;br /&gt;I work a week of afternoon shifts next week, that will be a nice break in the monotony.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last week, Andy, Hilary Jenna and I worked on this, which was pretty friggin awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That HD button is my favourite thing, I wish I had all my old projects saved so I could go back and re upload them as HD/HQ. Ah well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been playing with some of my other Video projects that I haven't finished editing,( LIKE THE FUCKING HUSH NYE VIDEO HOW I HATE IT). Makes me miss having them on the go, So I'm going to see about setting some up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I gotta make sure I do some hiking/Nanaimo river and hhwhat not this summer.&lt;br /&gt;Summer plans tend to be so damn fleeting for me, summer sneaks up and is over before you even realize.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Carp a dime or something am i rite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm going to go do something productive.&lt;br /&gt;Woo 4 day weekend and a Spin Sunday this weekend, I got a nice couple weeks line up.</content>
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    <title>Same old cadence</title>
    <published>2009-03-27T05:52:02Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-27T06:46:22Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Edit - The Grouch</lj:music>
    <content type="html">My foot still hurts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Days are seeming to run together.&lt;br /&gt;I have days off to use but nothing really to do with them at the moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other than that I'm peachy.&lt;br /&gt;I really am.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sorry if that sounded sarcastic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm going to go home and shoot some people sleep and go to the gym.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need someone to make me go to the gym everyday; Tyler, Andy, Ian where art thou.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peas</content>
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    <title>'...Cuz you live in Los Felis? Bitch you ain’t jesus'</title>
    <published>2009-03-18T05:55:49Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-18T05:55:49Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Edit - The grouch</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I broked my foot up on the weekend with a poorly aimed kick on a particularly hard part of a heavy bag, and I'm having some issues walking around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from being hopfooted, not a whole lot to report.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't used my days off, I'll have to resolve that shortly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just been drinkin too much coffee and blankin' my mind.</content>
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    <title>...In spite of it</title>
    <published>2009-03-02T09:23:44Z</published>
    <updated>2009-03-02T09:25:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;i&gt;Just be who you are, wait your turn,&lt;br /&gt;don’t push. &lt;br /&gt;Be beautiful, be graceful.&lt;br /&gt;If you’re going to get angry, be angry behind closed doors.&lt;br /&gt;Don’t ever let them see you sweat. Just hold your head up no matter what,&lt;br /&gt;and don’t ever let anyone stomp you out. &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What an odd and peaceful weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some pretentious and moody photos taken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture behind cut its sort of big:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fatkats.net/img/gregvamp.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's others, thats the best imo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Take a salt tablet</title>
    <published>2009-02-26T06:59:20Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-26T06:59:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I don't know how you can go to bed feeling awesome and motivated and wake up feeling dismal.&lt;br /&gt;The day hasn't done much in the way of bettering my mood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe, I need a sleep number bed. Lindsay Wagner seems quite chipper.&lt;br /&gt;That tart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm bored, I'm fairly certain, 95% certain.&lt;br /&gt;I'll take a blood test and check.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I need more hobbies or something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toy trains or needle point?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Between you, me, and the internet, I think I'd make the craziest, most rose covered sofa blanket you've ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have it in me.</content>
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    <title>old drinks</title>
    <published>2009-02-25T07:00:43Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-25T07:00:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Getting back to work and already being mostly through the work week is some sort of chocolate awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also Matts working afternoons with me for awhile.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This week has started off fabulously and it seems like it's only going to get better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to be good this weekend, a particularly nerdy sort of good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;^^;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; The blood runs when the time comes. &lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>A bundle of sticks</title>
    <published>2009-02-20T07:02:15Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-20T20:25:03Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've written journal entries, played castle defense and boomshine, done promotion for this Sunday, read mens health fitness articles on medicine ball works outs, and still managed to make a pile of money (for my company ^^)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been very good lately, running, gyming, and not drinking at all.&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn't describe myself as motivated per se, but perhaps, unmotivated to be bad?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure that I'm going to falter from my new found clean living this Sunday, in a big way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I'm looking forward to Nam this weekendd, gtfo for a couple days!</content>
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    <title>..can’t spare no angel..</title>
    <published>2009-02-12T08:59:34Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-12T08:59:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Lord deliver me from vacuous-headed, petty shit I should not care about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indifference on tap, to swim in the nothing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="-3"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and play in it's empty playground &lt;/i&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My stomach has the feel of ill-ease and emptiness, sans the hunger.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow, I always feel like I'm failing at being human; I'm not sure if anyones keeping score,&lt;br&gt; besides me.&lt;br /&gt;I think that's maybe the human condition and is always the case regardless of situation.&lt;br /&gt;Life is an mmorpg, you can't win, but you just keep raiding.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think attempts at being introspective and deep are slightly marred when using World of warcraft as an analogic device.&lt;br /&gt;fuck it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Several hundred dollars later, I may get my car back tomorrow, or shortly.&lt;br /&gt;*le sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been running a 2-3 kms every morning as soon as I get up. I work out a decent amount, but I've never been a &lt;strike&gt;great&lt;/strike&gt; decent runner, I don't have the lungs for it. &lt;br /&gt;I've been good though, and I think I'll stay the course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"&lt;i&gt;O Lord, grant me tears of repentance, remembrance of death, and the sense of peace&lt;/i&gt;"</content>
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    <title>R.A.T.R.P.F.O.P.H.H.W.A.F.D.</title>
    <published>2009-02-10T06:25:25Z</published>
    <updated>2009-02-10T07:31:16Z</updated>
    <lj:music>CSI Miami in the background =(</lj:music>
    <content type="html">When I have children, or I get some girl to do it for me, I hope it's a girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then when she's 5-6 I'll put her in a ghostyl white dress and take her a trail at night so she can walk slowly through the myst, out of the trees, at people who happen to walk by, singing ring-around-the-rosie in a low, haunting coo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm a hypothetical super dad.</content>
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    <title>kek</title>
    <published>2009-01-21T19:50:13Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-21T19:50:13Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Some song I think is edgy and cool that I'm not really listening too</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.popexperiment.com/visual/wp-content/uploads/2007/05/xkcd-a_softer_robot-small.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well job training is going well aside from all the math also I'm basically also doing the shift lead position for my old department I turned down. Damn my bursting with knowledge head.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;New computer tomorrow!</content>
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    <title>I, robot</title>
    <published>2009-01-12T18:48:12Z</published>
    <updated>2009-01-12T18:48:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Show me a girl or a situation with a girl that isn't overly complicated and I'll show you a transvestite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I'm too &lt;strike&gt;analytical&lt;/strike&gt; objective for my own good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I start my new position tomorrow, wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;&lt;font size="-2" face="Verdana"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"to be understood as to understand; to be loved as to love.&lt;br /&gt; For it is in giving that we receive; it is in pardoning that we are pardoned; " &lt;/font&gt;&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brokening:95138</id>
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    <title>onward upward</title>
    <published>2008-10-28T03:13:04Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-28T06:50:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Stephen hawking _ The nature of sapce and Time Audio book</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Got the job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More later.&lt;br /&gt;So much works to do!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://simulatedcomicproduct.com/comics/2008-03-13-DexterityRoll.jpg"&gt;</content>
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  <entry>
    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:brokening:94823</id>
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    <title>Gobble</title>
    <published>2008-10-15T00:56:33Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-15T01:48:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>office sounds</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I had two delicious turkey dinners last night, even though I was away from home.&lt;br /&gt;First was Dug’s which was awesome, he didn’t even mind that I ate and ran on him.&lt;br /&gt;Last night I had Turducken at Davids.&lt;br /&gt;If you are anything like I was, then you have no idea what Turducken is.&lt;br /&gt;Well friends Turducken is A duck complete with stuffing (in this case chorizo and mushroom) stuffed inside a Chicken also complete with stuffing, shoved into a turkey. Tur- Duck- En. You see what they did there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If that sounds preposterous, that’s more than likely because it is.&lt;br /&gt;It was many layers of delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was also probably the most decadent, overly lavish thing I could ever think of eating.&lt;br /&gt;It was like I was celebrating capitalism while simultaneously wiping my ass with the vegetarian flag; my mouth stuffed as it was with an abundant selection of different animals. (4, for those of you keeping track at home)&lt;br /&gt;I kinda wish there was some tofu turkey mixed in there, you know, just to be jerk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's just a changing experiance. The Pre-turducken Greg, no longer exists, the post-turducken Greg thinks about things like baking a pie, and then baking a cake overtop of it then suspending it all in some sort of jello.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's stop eating in one dimension.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, after my 7-8 day fast it was the perfect way to end it.&lt;br /&gt;It was a little hard on the ol’ pet cemetery (that’s what I call my stomach now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think some continued sensible eating and exercise may be on the agenda. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a work related note, I haven’t heard from about the position yet.&lt;br /&gt;With the insaninty that is the world markets, and how it directly translates into insanity at my work, it might be awhile before they can breathe long enough to think about it.&lt;br /&gt;As I walked by the office of the manager in question today I noticed he was speaking with someone I didn’t recognize, presumably another interview’ee.  I didn’t want to dawdle or gawk, but based solely on hair, I think I win.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Best overheard diss of the day:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;quote&gt;“Ugh, Your breath smells like my dick”&lt;/quote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which was made funnier by the fact that I don’t think the uttering party fully understood the implications of the statement.</content>
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    <title>I hope, when they die, cartoon characters have to answer for their sins.</title>
    <published>2008-10-02T23:03:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-02T23:03:53Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Dead Prez - Youth</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Just had my P. Officer interview today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We chatted, he told me about the position, and which time he thought would better suite me.&lt;br /&gt;(I won’t have to work that ungodly 4 am – 12)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did one of those situational /action/result interviews that I’m sort of getting good at now.&lt;br /&gt;He asked if I would be interested in doing some of the market research stuff they have to do in metrics and I said I’d fucking love that.&lt;br /&gt;Minus the ‘fucking’.&lt;br /&gt;Extrapolation and implementation sort of stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we got into the meat of the interview by breaking down the fights on the upcoming ELITEXC card this weekend as well as the Silva/Cote fight coming up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then we wrapped it up. He said, &lt;br /&gt;“well I won’t have word for another few days, I have some other interviews, but that was a really good interview, we'll be talking”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So all and all I think it went well.&lt;br /&gt;But it means that I’m going have to keep your guys luck over the weekend; don’t worry, they’re having a good time and behaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Any man, in the right situation, is capable of murder. But not any man is capable of being a good camper. So, murder and camping are not as similar as you might think.&lt;/i&gt;</content>
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    <title>A man with lots of ivory is less likely to hurt stampy than a guy who's ivory supplies are low.</title>
    <published>2008-10-02T04:48:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-02T04:48:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm gonna make this quick; I have a lot more work to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got my camera back today.&lt;br /&gt;I think they finally fixed it, they replaced about half of its innerds including the recording mech.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I'm going to start going to Kick boxing and BJJ with John B in the mornings!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have my promotion interview tomorrow &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;=X&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need all your luck guys.&lt;br /&gt;You guys aren't even using it.</content>
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    <title>When I walk in that front door I heard that back door slam.</title>
    <published>2008-08-14T21:40:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-14T21:40:57Z</updated>
    <lj:music>White stripes -   Lord, send me an angel</lj:music>
    <content type="html">After a cavalcade of people pushed through my house with little notice over the last 5 days,&lt;br /&gt;It seems to have come to an abrupt stop, thank god.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm not a very private person, but, wait, let me rephrase that so that it's not a lie; I'm not a person who has personal space issues, but shit was getting a bit much.&lt;br /&gt;I always felt like I had something to hide, which I guess is probably because I did.&lt;br /&gt;My illegal little cat, having a cat in your apartment in Victoria is like hiding Jews in your attic in Amsterdam.&lt;br /&gt;Ya I went there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel like writing an essay. Do you ever get that?&lt;br /&gt;I secretly hope when I get to work they want me to write an essay on the effect of Globalization on the third world economy.&lt;br /&gt;Well, maybe not.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I just want to be graded; quantify me out of a 100 please.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My sister got married this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://fatkats.net/img/marcywed.jpg"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More on that later I need to get to work.</content>
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    <title>Suck fucking house-cat rat-dicks</title>
    <published>2008-08-07T18:00:35Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-07T18:00:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ugh&lt;br /&gt;Had to clean up my house all morning for ppl to come in and look at my place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got an hr to find a way to hide pixel.&lt;br /&gt;Gah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Prof. Bros. take away the pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="5" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A double stack of Weddings (my sisters and Jason and Steves) on the horizon.&lt;br /&gt;The next 50 odd hours of my life are going to be crazy busy. =X</content>
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    <title>Merridale Scrumpberry Cider is like, how I feel.</title>
    <published>2008-08-02T23:43:02Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-02T23:43:02Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Flobots - no handlebars</lj:music>
    <content type="html">In a weird fucking mood after a weird fucking couple of weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sort of finding it hard to be grounded, and I like to be grounded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm like an electrical current.&lt;br /&gt;I'm useful, but I'll fucking kill or maim you if your not extremely cautious or incased in rubber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I'm nothing like an electrical current.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had some clubs nights last couple nights, they were decently attended, but not great, a mix of bad timing and competition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ah well,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Despite my strange mood, thankfully, I can thwart it and avoid any introspective analysis for today and just go get drunk with my friends at VEMF.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, I gave notice at my apartment yesterday, help me think of ways to ruin the next 30 days of the  upstairs bitch's life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;lt;3</content>
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    <title>Gogoplata from mount</title>
    <published>2008-07-30T05:30:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-30T06:27:07Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Pants- Rave on your face</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I threw a couple hundred on my Wells Fargo Credit card a couple weeks ago, with the typical consumerist intent to spend said money.&lt;br /&gt;Well, as I went to spend said funds, I found out my card had recently expired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after speaking with India's finest Wellsfargo's representative, I'm told to go to a Wellsfargo branch (located in Langford, which is basically half way to fucking Campbell river) because, for some unexplained reason they can't simply reissue me another card.&lt;br /&gt;After an aborted attempt last week (due to an unforeseen Colwood Crawl) I finally arrive in fucking Langford (yes, The home of Roseanne!) at 12:10 to see the office closed for lunch, til 1:00 no less.&lt;br /&gt;Let's just say, the better part of an hour to kill on the mean streets of Langford is an unenviable situation.&lt;br /&gt;So anyway, 50 minutes later the Wells Fargo reps finally open the door, and after a short chat I’m informed  that  Wells Fargo no longer is supporting their Master cards, So I basically just have a small high interest debt. &lt;br /&gt;They &lt;i&gt;graciously&lt;/i&gt; offered me a 2k loan with roughly a $85 dollar a month repayment for 4 years!  &lt;br /&gt;Do some quick math and you can tell them where they could insert that offer, and at what temperature it should be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, long, rambling, ranty, story short, I'm down a some hundreds I was hoping to use to eat foods and such.&lt;br /&gt;You all know how I enjoy foods.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well, on the bright side, I have an abbreviated work week and some Pants shows that should be good times, followed by VEMF that's factory guaranteed to be good times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Andy is gonna bring his fancy new camera, I think I might use VEMF (Which from a filming/photography position is a rave with good lighting conditions) to screw around with some filming and give my camera some testing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hoped to be fulfilled and good deal dumber the next time we speak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps:&lt;br /&gt;Go listen to Pant's new demo. It's so good in my ears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.musicv2.com/listen.php?m=51052"&gt; PANTS &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;peas</content>
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    <title>No Rocks!</title>
    <published>2008-07-25T22:18:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-25T22:18:03Z</updated>
    <lj:music>mr pants</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I just got back from the gym, I think I dropped 10 pounds of sweat. (and left it strategically spread around the YMCA; ya... I'm that dude)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got that incontrollable muscle twitch and shakiness that comes with a job(gym) well done, it could also be blood sugar related, it's hard to tell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My week was somewhat eventful, my friend Corbin, who I haven't seen in, 13 odd years dropped in to  Vic.&lt;br /&gt;He stayed with my a couple days, we did some drinking, reminiscing, some playing TF2 at Stain til 2 am.&lt;br /&gt;Good ol geek bonding.&lt;br /&gt;I &amp;lt;3 stain. I can see why Koreans do their gaming in Cyber Cafes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got Mr. Pants staying with me soon, and playing some shows of course (&lt;a href="http://fatkats.net/forum/viewforum.php?f=5"&gt; gratuitous event plug &lt;/a&gt;).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, not to be confused with this Mr Pants:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="4" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;May be moving out of this place soon, maybe not. Aside from it's proximity to work and the fact Matt lives in it, it has view other redeemable features, and several detracting features.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to do some sort of playing around with my video camera tomorrow, to see if they've actually fixed it during its last trip to repairs, before I have to use it at my sisters wedding. I was set to start learning adobe premiere instead of mac software, but I just noticed my computer is sadly lacking a firewire port, and firewire cards are like fucking $80.00.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why does god hate my videofilms?&lt;br /&gt;I barely even make pr0n, give a guy a break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;welp, I'm going to Wells Fargo. Apparently, they have this sweet deal where they give me money and I pay them back double.</content>
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