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  <updated>2008-09-23T21:25:46Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkwoebringer:13796</id>
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    <title>darkwoebringer @ 2008-09-23T16:13:00</title>
    <published>2008-09-23T21:19:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-23T21:25:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">An Excuse to use Excel since i quit Wow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Likelihood of me Playing in a game compared to the quality of the system. Nothing really of note.  It just shows my excitement for a game(rpg). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3242/2882642617_c7769fc6cf_o.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good dms do change the math though.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkwoebringer:13152</id>
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    <title>darkwoebringer @ 2008-02-15T19:12:00</title>
    <published>2008-02-15T19:13:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-02-15T19:13:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Apparently, i have 100 problems.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkwoebringer:12958</id>
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    <title>darkwoebringer @ 2008-01-25T18:26:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-25T18:27:48Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-25T18:27:48Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The following is a list of countries in which declawing cats is either illegal&lt;br /&gt;or considered extremely inhumane and only performed under&lt;br /&gt;extreme circumstances.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;England&lt;br /&gt;Scotland&lt;br /&gt;Wales&lt;br /&gt;Italy&lt;br /&gt;France&lt;br /&gt;Germany 	&lt;br /&gt;Austria&lt;br /&gt;Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;Norway&lt;br /&gt;Sweden&lt;br /&gt;Netherlands&lt;br /&gt;Northern Ireland 	&lt;br /&gt;Ireland&lt;br /&gt;Denmark&lt;br /&gt;Finland&lt;br /&gt;Slovenia&lt;br /&gt;Portugal&lt;br /&gt;Belgium 	&lt;br /&gt;Brazil&lt;br /&gt;Australia&lt;br /&gt;New Zealand&lt;br /&gt;Yugoslavia&lt;br /&gt;Japan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://declawing.com/"&gt;http://declawing.com/&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkwoebringer:12785</id>
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    <title>darkwoebringer @ 2008-01-15T10:03:00</title>
    <published>2008-01-15T16:04:08Z</published>
    <updated>2008-01-15T16:04:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">woof</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkwoebringer:12348</id>
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    <title>darkwoebringer @ 2007-12-23T23:52:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-24T05:54:10Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-24T05:54:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;I has a cat....and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=BNmL2jX7M2M" target="_blank" rel="nofollow"&gt;&lt;span&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v&lt;/span&gt;&lt;wbr&gt;&lt;/wbr&gt;&lt;span class="word_break"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;=BNmL2jX7M2M&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkwoebringer:12164</id>
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    <title>darkwoebringer @ 2007-12-20T10:47:00</title>
    <published>2007-12-20T16:59:26Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-20T16:59:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=B4Uf9rsBbhc&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=B4Uf9rsBbhc&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>Happy Holidays</title>
    <published>2007-12-17T14:35:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-17T14:35:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="1" /&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkwoebringer:11605</id>
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    <title>Current project</title>
    <published>2007-12-14T21:52:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-14T21:52:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm making the classic DM screen for role playing.  Here is what i have so far. (in no arrangement, just pictures).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Definite used.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/darkwoebringer/pic/00001hpy/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/darkwoebringer/pic/00001hpy/s320x240" width="154" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/darkwoebringer/pic/000026c7/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/darkwoebringer/pic/000026c7/s320x240" width="320" height="237" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/darkwoebringer/pic/0000510t/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/darkwoebringer/pic/0000510t/s320x240" width="320" height="233" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rust monster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/darkwoebringer/pic/00003hwz/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/darkwoebringer/pic/00003hwz/s320x240" width="295" height="240" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tarrasque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://pics.livejournal.com/darkwoebringer/pic/00004a23/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://pics.livejournal.com/darkwoebringer/pic/00004a23/s320x240" width="320" height="222" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possible pictures:&lt;br /&gt;The father from Invincible.&lt;br /&gt;Bigsby Wolf from Fables&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any Suggestions?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkwoebringer:11359</id>
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    <title>The wicked betrayl.</title>
    <published>2007-12-09T18:26:21Z</published>
    <updated>2007-12-09T18:26:21Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Last night i engaged the ancient art of Heckling.  It was fun, merriment was had, laughter and tears were had, and even some dry wall was sacrificed to appease the gods of old.  I myself decided to partake in the refreshing mead which is Coca Cola, while this may not seem like a problem i would come back to my good friend coke to keep me awake throughout the invigorating party.  Little did i know the consequences i would face.  As i tried to awake this morning I fought for a while unsuccessfully with the clutches of sleep.  My stomach hurt.  I knew this couldn't be a good thing.  It could only mean my life-long friend and cohort, Bowels, has turned on me.  I die a little on the inside i know that Bowels will enslave me to the porcelain throne to feed his underground hierarchy and I am too late to do anything.  I attempt to halt his advances some bit by chugging down the chalky pink liquid of the gods.  I regain control and am functional, how could i ask for more?  But it was all a lie, in a split moment I'm dashing to my prison and forced to wait out my undetermined sentence or else to be smitten with shit pants.  And so I wait for my sentence to past, and warn all of you out there, treat your good friend Bowel well or else he will turn.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerly,&lt;br /&gt; Poop Joke alloy</content>
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    <title>Captial Punishment</title>
    <published>2007-10-22T17:09:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-22T17:09:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.awkwardzombie.com/comic2.png"&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkwoebringer:10959</id>
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    <title>fucking jbt</title>
    <published>2007-08-24T13:43:58Z</published>
    <updated>2007-08-24T13:43:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">As i stumbled before class i came upon something.&amp;nbsp; It was fairly entertaining, and then realized... i know that dude.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bigtimestride.ytmnd.com/"&gt;Joey Big Times&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bigtimestride.ytmnd.com/"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkwoebringer:10545</id>
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    <title>darkwoebringer @ 2007-06-12T10:47:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-12T15:48:06Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-12T15:48:06Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Clark,&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;I'm not okay.&lt;br /&gt;-Sincerly,&lt;br /&gt;Me</content>
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    <title>darkwoebringer @ 2007-06-10T15:30:00</title>
    <published>2007-06-10T20:30:55Z</published>
    <updated>2007-06-10T20:30:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Raptor.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkwoebringer:10088</id>
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    <title>darkwoebringer @ 2007-05-17T07:14:00</title>
    <published>2007-05-17T12:15:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-05-17T12:15:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Clark, do you think an ostrich could gt here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, happy birthday to be for cmfp</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:darkwoebringer:9754</id>
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    <title>darkwoebringer @ 2007-04-08T21:30:00</title>
    <published>2007-04-09T02:31:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-04-09T02:31:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Long long ago, in the before time, before when so many of your were just a broken condom away on a drunken prom night, I was there.&amp;nbsp; And Now, I stand, master of Croquet, God among mortals, devouring the conquests of Easter, and Croquet, for I am God of Croquet.&amp;nbsp; Fear my wrath.</content>
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    <title>darkwoebringer @ 2007-03-21T21:51:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-22T02:54:09Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-22T02:54:09Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I learned something today.&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; The line, "like the dark side of the moon" doesn't come from pochontas at all, it comes from mulan.&amp;nbsp; I felt profoundly touched by this discovery.</content>
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    <title>darkwoebringer @ 2007-03-14T19:36:00</title>
    <published>2007-03-15T00:37:22Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-15T00:37:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/verify_age?next_url=/watch%3Fv%3D1LlazPgxKrA"&gt;http://youtube.com/verify_age?next_url=/watch%3Fv%3D1LlazPgxKrA&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>school&amp;gt;fun</title>
    <published>2007-03-02T16:15:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-03-02T16:15:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My grades lately have been slipping. I haven’t really been devoting large portions of time to school.   The reasons behind this have been my desire to have fun and enjoy life and stuff. That old story, excuse or no.  And after thinking about it, whether it is better to enjoy school or to do well school, I decided that working hard in school would do me better in the long run, ; however I have no f’ing clue what the hell I want to do, so I’m left in a limbo.  I suppose I should at least iron out my classes though and devote more time to school to less to dicing around on the internet, magic, and procrastinating.</content>
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    <title>teh influneza</title>
    <published>2007-02-24T06:04:41Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-24T06:04:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">fuck the flu. i wanted to see a move tonight, but at around 6 was overcome with sleepiness and had to sleep. I tried a 30 mintue nap, but that did not work.  So then I went to sleep and during my sleep duraton, missed/rejected two calls from the boss and one call from a friend to see reno 911 tonight...fuck the flu.</content>
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    <title>wicked sick</title>
    <published>2007-02-21T04:08:46Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-21T04:08:46Z</updated>
    <content type="html">In classic fashion of everyone else, I've decided to be sick with a fever of 103.  Go sickness.  I'm at my parents house and it seems like i might have to coax them into letting me go to the doctor.  Ain't that a kick in the glass?</content>
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    <title>Dream and Friend.</title>
    <published>2007-02-10T18:46:43Z</published>
    <updated>2007-02-10T18:46:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My dream last night was pretty tripped up.  I remember being in a buildling, and there were four woman who look like each other, three sat at a bar, and one actually got up and would go out and do stuff and come back.  Then in room right over there was what looked like a kitchen, but wasn't used cause the whole buildillng was a front for some organized crime.  In the kitchenw was a large man, very big build, almost too big to be human.  And a regular sized man with slicked back blonde hair.  I forgot what these two did. There was verbal interaction between the blonde man and me as I recall. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then i kinda loose part of my dream.  And this cute geeky girl(dark hair, the emo glasses, etc.)  asks me to go get something and I go off. I recall it was something  in the woods, and I want ot say it was soemthign like a fiddler. I then somehow catch a train down the hill where this located.  Then shortly after I look at a map and realize I don't nkow hwere the hell I am so I get off hte train and try to get a ride back and eventually I make it back to the train (Where I originally started from) , which was like where i started.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I get tehre the girl is there, and Jamie and Adam from Mythbustesr are there too.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then somehow leave the train place with none of the other charcters i have mentioned.  The vehcile we left in was a stationwagon.  So we start going down the road the people i'm with tell me about the fiddler the cute dorky girl sent me after.  They talk about how its people who you can hire form the woods who play muscial insturments and you just have to go deep into the woods to find them.  So then they drive off the road to try and find one. (there is a hundred yards between the road and the forest line at this pont) However, they drive parallel to the road through the fields between the forest line and the road.  As they drive they go through deeper grass and eventually run into roses which seem slightly large, as i think about it now.  Which, at this point in the dream, I actually said "ironyyyyyy."  So then we walked over to a tree.  however, then its kinda wierd cuase I see hte people i was with in the station wagon are actually people. And the tree is really kinda like a decent sized shed.  And here it gets vague to me. Besides the family and I that came there, there were three people in teh shed.  however, one charcter revealed three children and explained that he had three generations.  And then the father of hte family I was with complimented him after  seeing that the fatehr of the three generations was still healthy.  At this point something was said like this.  "Well why don't you just do what Nietzche did?" "Money is a problem"  "Yah, its easy to go to school forever when money isn't anything"  And yes, I realize that the Nietzsche reference makes no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then I thought I woke up, and heard a  voice mail message on my phone.  Then I thought I heard the alarm and decied I would wake up in a few.  When I actually woke up and got out of bed...My cellphone was untouced on the other side of hte room with no messages, and it was 40 minutes before the alarm was set to go off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was my dreamd and shennagans.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also on a random note. I think i endorse things that some people seem to hate.  One of my friends Joe, a cool guy who got me back into magic when I was in Jr. high, and a guy i like to hang out with every now and then hasn't answered my calls in like two weeks or so (and we hung out like a little while before the communication silence).  I don't know, its just wierd for me.  Because i'm torn at disowning a friend for his lack of reliance and yet like the guy so much, cause i guess well, I idolize him a tad. (Even though its only for dorky stuff like rpgs and stuff).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but whatever.  Merry christmas to all and to all, a good night.</content>
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    <title>darkwoebringer @ 2007-01-23T23:14:00</title>
    <published>2007-01-24T05:14:34Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-24T05:14:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I got 99 problems...</content>
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    <title>A giant panda's dream</title>
    <published>2007-01-19T14:37:17Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-19T14:37:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I had a dream last night.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It started off that I was being taken back into the past to prevent my girlfriend's stepbrotehr form kiling me.  So I was at the equvilant to  a safe house.  Then he called me and I didn't think much of it at first, but after only just a bit I realized that what it meant.  So I called CMFP and he said he would meet me.  So I left the peculiar building with a few windows.  Once outside there were two people playing football, one threw the football too far and it hit my feet, but when I picked up the football to throw it to them, they had another football and were passing it back.  The quirkky thing was that the football was as big as them.  When I tried to throw the football, I was inept at it and it just fell from my hand.  So then I was at a park.  CMFP, one of my good friends, was chiling at an outdoor table/bench thing by a stream.  And he had his wallet and keys on the outdoor table. So then we went into the stream and went down it and somehow it lead us back to the top, so we stopped when he got to beside the table, and just hung out on opposite sides of the stream (it was only about 6 feet or so wide).  Then I notice there are people in the park,  but just average people.  Then I notice there are people walking in, almost storming in.  They have a white hue to their face with ununiform black paint on their face, mainly in their eyes.   I indicate them to Clark and he gets upset.  They approach us directly, and there is some pseudo confrontation, but I am able to run away, and heads towards between some vans and where apparently I put down my wallet and stuff.  They didn't seem to care about me, but then someone said I was going to get a shotgun though, so I started to be chased.  When i finally got my stuff they took my wallet and I walked out.  Across the street was a busted mansion with a portajohn at the front of the entrace and several empovrished black men at the gate.  Then I started to run.  Then I woke up, and called my Girlfriend and told her I was broke and I was robbed, she told me something fairly generic in response.  Then I woke up.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all for now.</content>
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    <title>Mandelbrot Set</title>
    <published>2007-01-19T04:31:20Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-19T04:31:20Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I've really started to like Jonathan Coulton's stuff.  From Code Monkey to Mandelbrot Set, to Ikea, some of his songs i just dig.  Its also nice to have a change in actual musical structure, which is rarely seen in Stephen Lynch, a comedian musicain (and broady performer now).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://youtube.com/watch?v=aIj30SOoIDM&amp;mode=related&amp;search="&gt;http://youtube.com/watch?v=aIj30SOoIDM&amp;mode=related&amp;search=&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.</content>
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    <title>Gravity  is 10.</title>
    <published>2007-01-18T18:03:04Z</published>
    <updated>2007-01-18T18:03:04Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This semseter looks promising, a little heavy on the papers and the Magic, but thats nothing too terribly new.  And i've started to remember my dreams faintly.  That is remember in the sense, remembering I had them. That is all.</content>
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