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  <title>Ablative Armour</title>
  <subtitle>Attack my pretzel monkeys?</subtitle>
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  <updated>2005-04-27T17:40:01Z</updated>
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    <title>THE FUCKING FUCKERS FUCKED</title>
    <published>2005-04-27T17:40:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-27T17:40:01Z</updated>
    <content type="html">GET Exam times for BIOL1011&lt;br /&gt;	-Not till end of semester&lt;br /&gt;GET Filing system&lt;br /&gt;WORK on Tuesdays&lt;br /&gt;GET A JOB YOU FREAKING HIPPIE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, really.  Tom, you have to stop fucking around.... you aren't just organising school anymore.  You need to pay attention in class and do your work BEFORE it is due.  You are so fucking behind.  Listen, you are responsible for your WHOLE LIFE now, and you can fuck it up.  If you don't keep track of things you could be out of university and on the streets before you know it.  Recreation and work CANNOT mix.  Designate times for work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck social occassions, fuck people, fuck computers, fuck food.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GET A JOB&lt;br /&gt;GET A CALENDAR&lt;br /&gt;STOP RECREATIONAL PURSUITS&lt;br /&gt;READ UP ON ANCIENT HISTORY, BIOLOGY AND PHILOSOPHY, IT ISN'T THAT HARD!&lt;br /&gt;IF YOU GET A BAD GPA THIS SEMESTER YOU GET -1 TO LIFE.&lt;br /&gt;CONTACT WALLIS ABOUT THE MISSED BIOL1011 TUTE, DO WRIT1000 TUTE.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK MAN, FUCKING FUCK!</content>
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    <title>ablativearmour_ @ 2005-04-19T14:06:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-19T04:04:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-19T04:04:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;font size="5"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Official Survivor&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; Congratulations! You scored 75%! &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whether through ferocity or quickness, you made it out. You made the&lt;br /&gt;right choice most of the time, but you probably screwed up somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody's perfect, at least you're alive. &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://is1.okcupid.com/mt_pics/773/773812361575599080/5349989821747660792-3.jpg"&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; &lt;span&gt;My test tracked 1 variable How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="96"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="54"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;64%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;survivalpoints&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=5349989821747660792"&gt;The Zombie Scenario Survivor Test&lt;/a&gt; written by &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/profile?tuid=773812361575599080"&gt;ci8db4uok&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;OkCupid Free Online Dating&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;</content>
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    <title>I just woke up!</title>
    <published>2005-04-12T23:40:49Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-12T23:40:49Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I'm pretty sure that an infinite bag of lemons could solve any of the worlds problems.  Yesterday I told one of my friends at IH this, and he immediately said, "Even a surplus of lemons?".  Smartass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Of course you can," I said.  "All you have to do is make a lemon-turbine, then turn the lemon-bag upside down over it, thus creating an infinite source of lemons.  This infinite source of power would be used to power lemon-seeking robots that would take the lemons and throw them into a nearby black hole."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom (yes, another tom) looked at me in disgust and said "Oh."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other problems, like scurvy and world hunger could also be obliterated, and I'm pretty sure the Wachowski brothers wouldn't have made the last two matrix movies if they had an infinite amount of lemons thrown at them....... by lemon-seeking robots.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine the power that a leader could have if he had access to this amazing technology.  Agriculture would become non-essential, and you would have an infinite power source.  And if you were defeated, and you wanted to destroy the world so no-one else could have it, you could simply attach a weight to the mouth of the bag and a balloon to the bottom.  This would mean that the bag would constantly be pouring out lemons, resulting in the drowning of the world in a sea of lemons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure it would be ultimately concealable as well.  Picture this, businessman walks into Times Square.  He opens his briefcase and pulls out..... A HESSIAN SACK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone runs.  People begin screaming, babies crying, dogs barking.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He gives out an evil laugh and turns the bag upside down, releasing millions of lemons that pour onto him and drown him.  The lemons fill Times Square and then New York, and then the US.  Up in a satellite high above the Earth, where the US is hiding their secret mind-control lasers, the astronauts look down at the rising yellow menace (lol, unintentional racism) and say to themselves "Oh no, we're too late!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After a few thousand years of infinite lemons pouring out, the increased mass of the Earth causes it to crash into the sun.  The bag of lemons survives, pouring out lemons into the fiery mass.  Soon, a black hole forms, and continues to grow, feasting on the lemons.  The Universe dies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END</content>
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    <title>X-35 Joint Strike</title>
    <published>2005-04-07T17:52:58Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-07T17:52:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">First Dungeons and Dragons meeting tomorrow at 1 AM.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty nervous.  Only one person in the group that I am in charge of is younger than me.  One of the players is my Senior Resident, basically the person in charge of my tower. fun fun fun</content>
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    <title>Yaaaaaaawn</title>
    <published>2005-04-05T23:03:25Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-05T23:03:25Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Sleep is a waste.  I've been up for 24 hours.  I wonder if I can make it to 48.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any of you have fast internet, I totally recommend downloading an episode of "ROBOT CHICKEN" (Made by Seth Greene).  Download the second episode if you only download one.  It has voltron breakdancing.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol</content>
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    <title>ablativearmour_ @ 2005-04-04T00:01:00</title>
    <published>2005-04-03T14:05:45Z</published>
    <updated>2005-04-03T14:05:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/R/retromex/1104854515_DNapoleon0.gif" border="0" alt="Napoleon"&gt;&lt;br&gt;You are Napoleon Dyanamite and a buttload of gangs&lt;br&gt;are trying to recruit you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://quizilla.com/users/retromex/quizzes/Which%20Napoleon%20Dynamite%20character%20are%20you%3F/"&gt; &lt;font size="-1"&gt;Which Napoleon Dynamite character are you?&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="-3"&gt;brought to you by &lt;a href="http://quizilla.com"&gt;Quizilla&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Napoleon Dynamite is one of the coolest movies I've ever seen.  If you haven't seen it already, you should.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN OTHER NEWS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My internet connection is so fast that I don't need to watch TV anymore.  I can download stuff faster than I can watch it.  Currently on Tom's TV Station: Whose Line is it Anyway, Ghost in the Shell: Stand Alone Complex, Kung Fu Hustle, Lupin 3: Dead or Alive and Family Guy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUHAHAHAHA suckers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I really need more hard drive space for coolness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am doing a Philosophy assignment right now, and this is it:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Answer the Question 'Where am I?'"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does that pwn or what?!?!?!?</content>
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    <title>INTRODUCING TO THE PUBLIC: "SUPER-shutting-people-down-in-lectures-MAN"</title>
    <published>2005-03-07T06:23:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-07T10:34:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok, ok.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I was in a university lecture today, PHIL1000.  Eranthi and I were sitting up the back, being cool dudes, not talking in the middle of the "man's" speeches, when this guy makes this lame call, totally disrupting the class.  I'm all like, "OMG, WTF, n00b."  but I don't say anything because I'm nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This continues, with the guy paraphrasing the professor d00d for no obvious reason, and making lame calls every thirty seconds.  I lean over to Eranthi and whisper, "I fucking hate that guy."  We continue to hate him for the next thirty minutes.  Soon, everyone is whispering "I fucking hate that guy," and groaning whenever he opens his filthy pie-mouth-hole-thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SOMETHING HAS TO BE DONE TO STOP THIS FILTHY "BUTTING IN" MAN!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom puts on his superhero costume.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy pipes up yet again.  Everyone is like "STFU n00b" under their breath (This guy is about 30 by the way).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I put my hand up, and I sez "Um, sir, I was just wondering if we could institute the "put your hand up before speaking rule?  I'd really like that."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone laughs.  The idiot-man waits about 10 seconds and says "Well, if you want that, maybe you should go back to school."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecture continues and I'm like "wtf, I so got a headshot on that guy.  Lame."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However, the idiot-man pipes up again after 30 seconds.  The lecturer fixes his eyes on him and says "I didn't see a hand up."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lecture bursts into cheering and applause.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FLAWLESS, FATALITY, TOM WIN!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully the idiot man is non-violent.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, after the lecture I went up to the cool professor and said to him, "I'm sorry if I embarassed you or disrupted the class." (I thought I might have)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The professor was all liekkkkkkk "I hated that guy.  Thanks."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;People in the question line behind me congratulated me as well.  It was the best day ever.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am so fucking proud of myself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, how's university going for everyone?</content>
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    <title>lolololololololololololololol</title>
    <published>2005-03-03T01:41:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-03T01:41:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey dudes, I only have 150MB of download quota at this here University, so I won't be posting very much.  I might get a more expensive and cool account later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully I can get some New Zealand photos up soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;University has been great so far.   All my classes look awesome, especially my PHIL1000 class, which is going to include me arguing, all the time.  Excellent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a 1500 Ancient History assignment due in ten days, but I'll have it done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cya d00ds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  The inter-dorm movie network makes me faint with pleasure. (1.09 MB/s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Faint*</content>
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    <title>ablativearmour_ @ 2005-03-02T09:32:00</title>
    <published>2005-03-01T23:35:02Z</published>
    <updated>2005-03-01T23:35:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, like, I was walking down the street, and this man comes up to me, and he sez, "So jimmy, I hear you've had too many coconuts for your own good."  So I'm about to draw my minigun and fight him to the death when this gigantic beam of energy shoots out of the sky and incinerates us all.  So, I'm dead, right, but I'm a ghost because I have unfinished business.  So I go and do my tax return, and then I ascend to Valhalla where I can have as much coconut ice as I want without some punk ass bitch threatening me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE END</content>
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    <title>ablativearmour_ @ 2005-02-21T09:28:00</title>
    <published>2005-02-20T23:30:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-02-20T23:30:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">YARRARARARARARARRA!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I AM IN INTERNATIONAL HOUSE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW ZEALAND WAS EXCELLENT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MY NUMBER IS 37212264!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEW ZEALANDERS ARE REALLY CONCERNED ABOUT HOW THEY MEASURE UP TO AUSTRALIANS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I am creating a role-playing club for International House.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As previously stated, I'm in Tower D, Level 1, Room 4.  Drop in anytime.</content>
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    <title>LOL</title>
    <published>2005-01-23T02:38:23Z</published>
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    <title>ablativearmour_ @ 2005-01-21T20:37:00</title>
    <published>2005-01-21T10:38:10Z</published>
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    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.wxplotter.com/ft_nq.php?im"&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.wxplotter.com/images/ft/nq.php?val=8756" alt="I am nerdier than 85% of all people. Are you nerdier? Click here to find out!"&gt; &lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>UQ Stufffffff.</title>
    <published>2005-01-19T07:46:19Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-20T02:26:40Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ANCH1250&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semester 1: #2 (2L1T) Sem 1 St Lucia Inc: CN122 or CN125 Coordinator: Assoc. Prof. D Watts Assessment: Assessment (30%), mid-semester exam (30%), final exam (40%) Survey of earliest inhabitants of Italy, society &amp; civilisation of Etruscans &amp; general survey of Roman history to death of Claudius.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIOL1011&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Semester 1 or 2: #2 (3L2C) Sem 1 (BACS Enrichment Studies students only Sem 2) St Lucia Inc: BL107 Coordinator: Dr David Merritt Assessment: Practical mark, end sem examination Cells &amp; cell division, physical basis &amp; patterns of inheritance, genotype &amp; phenotype, genetic variation &amp; evolution, human modification of genomes &amp; species, diversity of life through time, speciation &amp; extinction, genomics, human genetics &amp; ethical issues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRIT1000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 (3C) Sem 1 or 2 St Lucia Inc: EN151 Coordinator: Dr P. Mitchell Assessment: Research essay, stylistic analysis, library test Introduction to academic discourse. Skills of academic writing, reading &amp; research. Examination of various written genres &amp; their effects.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PHIL1000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;#2 (2L1T) Sem 1 or 2 St Lucia Inc: PD100 Coordinator: Dr P. Dowe (Sem 1), Dr W. Grey (Sem 2) Assessment: Assignments, exam &amp; tutorial participation An introduction to philosophy, its influence &amp; its methods of inquiry through discussion of a range of topics including personal identity, the nature of mind, freewill &amp; determinism, scepticism, the existence of a God, &amp; the meaning of life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;MONDAY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BIOL1011: L3 - 9:00am to 9:50am – Block 63&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;6 hours&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;ANCH1250: T2 – 4:00pm to 4:50pm – Block 09&lt;br /&gt;ANCH1250: L2 - 5:00pm to 6:50pm – Block 03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;TUESDAY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;WEDNESDAY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRIT1000: L0 – 10:00am to 10:50am – Block 50&lt;br /&gt;BIOL1011: L3 – 11:00am to 11:50am – Block 63&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;2 hours!&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;BIOL1011: P14 - 2:00pm to 3:50pm – Block ?&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;2 hours!&lt;br /&gt;|&lt;br /&gt;PHIL1000: L2 - 6:00pm to 7:50pm – Block 03&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;THURSDAY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WRIT1000: T7 – 10:00am to 11:20am – Block 09&lt;br /&gt;BIOL1011: L3 -12:00pm to 12:50pm – Block 63&lt;br /&gt;PHIL1000: T10 – 1:00pm to 1:50pm – Block 09&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;FRIDAY:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTHING</content>
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    <title>HELLO!</title>
    <published>2005-01-19T01:35:59Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-19T01:35:59Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hey, if you're going to UQ, I'd love to see your ugly face!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm staying at International House, Tower D, Level 1, Room 4.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My phone number is 3721 2264.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Address is 5 Rock street (Are you ready to ROCK?!?!?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't be there until the 20th of February.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I won't be here from the 1st of February until the 18th.  I shall be in New Zealand.</content>
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    <title>Dem things wat Tom gone and said.</title>
    <published>2005-01-18T09:15:52Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-20T08:11:41Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tom says:&lt;br /&gt;I makes me feel all warm and fuzzy inside.&lt;br /&gt;Tom says:&lt;br /&gt;Like when you climb into a microwave.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tom says:&lt;br /&gt;When I get too bald, I'm just going to shave my head and break pool cues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------</content>
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    <title>Oh, Zog, how we mourn you.</title>
    <published>2005-01-11T12:40:23Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-11T12:41:24Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today, a dreadful thing happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zog died.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zog could be seen frolicking in TMNT (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles).  He first appeared in "Secret Origins 1"  in this encounter, he tried to destroy the turtles and failed, at which time his gas mask was damaged.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Zog was a Triceraton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.ninjaturtles.com/warner/triceraton04.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Triceratons are not used to the Earth's atmosphere, and as a result, hallucinate when exposed to it for prolonged periods of time.  The damage that Zog's gas mask sustained exposed him to Earth's atmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When Zog returned in Episode 45, "Rogue in the House" he was hallucinating so much that he mistook the turtles for Triceraton officers, and placed himself under their command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was a loyal companion.  He looked so cool in his lurid suit, his green visor over his cold, battle-hardened eyes.  As he threshed through the ninjas and elite robot soldiers that the infamous villian "Shredder" spawned, I couldn't help but feel empathy for this big, misunderstood lug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pain in his eyes was obvious.  What family did you leave on your home planet, Zog?  Will a widow weep for you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As Zog dove into the flames, bear-hugging shredder, I couldn't help but shed a tear for him.  Poor Zog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And what did he get for his sacrafice?  That BITCH rat made the turtles leave him to roast, and not a tear was shed for him.  The turtles USED him, like a fucking henchman that appears in only one episode.  To top it off, Shredder escaped the exploding ship with nothing more than a blown off leg.  Fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel the need to give the noble Triceraton, Zog, all that I can spare, and so:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ODE TO ZOG:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Zog, you were so great,&lt;br /&gt;You saved the turtles from a horrible fate.&lt;br /&gt;What did they give you in turn?&lt;br /&gt;They did not mourn you when you burned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You bravely fought Shredder's troops,&lt;br /&gt;Punching them in their dispensers of poop.&lt;br /&gt;You racked up almost 20 kills,&lt;br /&gt;The kind that serial killers do for thrills.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You were loyal to your friends,&lt;br /&gt;And brought honour to your station,&lt;br /&gt;It was incredibly sad,&lt;br /&gt;That it was a mass hallucination.</content>
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    <title>And another thing:</title>
    <published>2005-01-06T07:10:30Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-06T07:10:30Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This is the site of my D&amp;D campaign.  Trust me, I have more than this done, I just have to convert it all to a coherent, digital form.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sole entry is really a primer for the cool ancient history of the world, that involves lots of big explosions, a sentient sun and moon, killing the gods, insanity, and PIGGIES!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='larentia' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://larentia.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://larentia.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;larentia&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S.  The name of the world is lame as well.  I'm so bad at names dammit.</content>
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    <title>I miss myself.</title>
    <published>2005-01-06T07:07:22Z</published>
    <updated>2005-01-06T07:07:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ok, OK!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, since its been a long time since I wrote even a semi-coherent journal entry, I thought I'd do one now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I SMOKED WEED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWICE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first time was at the house warming party in Paddington.  There was this intensely annoying girl there, who was so fucking patronising to me.  I HATE HER SO MUCH.  She was about 25 and had a French boyfriend, who had this weird accent that was really hard to understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was always like: "Oh, you're such a cute little boy."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She presumed that I didn't know how to mix a drink, and she tried to show me how to mix a drink for a girl.  She gave me some vodka to use, and she was like, "Put it in about a third of the way."  I poured in half, and then she said "No no no, that's too much."  And I was like, "Its for me you sea-witch."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then she got some bongo drums from somewhere and she was trying to teach everyone to "Move with the beat."  I wasn't interested, but she insisted on trying to teach me to play the drums, even though she ADMITTED that she knew nothing about them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After my final refusal, she tried to pry open my legs (every guys dream) and wedge the drum in between them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Afterwards, when I was vomitting in the garden because I didn't want a bad hangover, she said, "This'll be a learning experience for you."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was so totally WTF, because she was such a fucking wanker to think me so naive and inexperienced.  She also assumed I was 17, and continued to tell me that it was alright because I was 17 and just learning the rest of the night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometime during this sea-witches heinous cock-sucking weed was produced.  I had a few puffs off two different joints.  I didn't get stoned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine offered to cut up some more for me, but I was to tired to try again.  I went to bed at my sisters house, also located in Paddington, woke up in the morning and stumbled all the way home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FAST FORWARD TO NEW YEARS:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I was up at Noosa for a while before New Years.  I was going to a rave, but then Laura made other plans.  *sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had a couple party offers, but I wanted to go out with friends. I rang Duncan, who was one of the only people left in Brisbane due to the mass holiday Exodus.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Duncan was going to a party with some cool guys, and they were fine with me going too, so I showed up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was a small party with only around 6 guys and one girl.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After drinking a bit and eating some good pizza, some of the guys decided they wanted some cigars, so, being the only 18 year old, I had to buy them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We then walked down to the park.  We started a wet grass fire with our good friend citronella.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was a playground which we hit empty bottles off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soon, weed was produced, along with a pipe.  I was drunk, but would have done it anyway, so I had a bit off a puff and got stoned and it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, it wasn't great......  It wasn't a trip, it was just like getting more drunk.... which I could do more cheaply and less illegally with alcohol.  I'll do it again, though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ALSO:  I got a gameboy ADVANCE!!!! Who has games they wish to sell me?  (I love pokemon silver!)</content>
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    <published>2005-01-06T05:42:47Z</published>
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    <content type="html">1. Marilyn Monroe: Who was the first President of the United States?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Forty-two: How many times did the mouse when it spins?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. In my parents' basement: "Quick Joan, hide the typewriter!" is a line from which famous 1957 drama?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Fluorescent pink: The struggle of the urban proletariat is a "what" struggle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. Killing people for fun: What is an eggbeater for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6. Elizabeth Haydon's Symphony of Ages series: What me worry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Toilet paper: 4 ply good, 2 ply bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8. Smart, funny, sexy, purple, monkey, dishwasher:  Name six soccer players that were born in Surrey, Newfork.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. An African swallow, or a European swallow?: I've got a lovely bunch of coconuts, diddly dee dee!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Your mom: In what year was the battle of Hastings?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Boxer briefs: In the movie "Event Horizon" starring Sam Neill, the portal in engineering opens to a place of pure "what and what".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Every woman has the right to choose: How many times have I told you not to let the cat out during the night?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Rata and Muffins:  The two super-secret pokemon in pokemon silver for gameboy colour are called what?</content>
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    <title>I had fun last night.  I got kicked out of a bar and ran around Bracken ridge looking for a bus stop</title>
    <published>2004-12-23T05:31:52Z</published>
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    <content type="html">I'm currently staying in a house at Noosa.... anyone want to come up and hang out?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ring me marm's mobile (I hate my phone): 0408881256</content>
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    <title>OP</title>
    <published>2004-12-18T02:50:47Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-18T02:50:47Z</updated>
    <content type="html">4&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kkthxbai</content>
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    <title>ablativearmour_ @ 2004-12-13T22:03:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-13T12:35:22Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-13T12:35:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">M-.-n / &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='nostromo' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://nostromo.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://nostromo.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;nostromo&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; is coming to Brisbane!  He is a 1337 d3wd with a gameboy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OMG OMG OMG!</content>
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    <title>ablativearmour_ @ 2004-12-12T20:08:00</title>
    <published>2004-12-12T10:29:34Z</published>
    <updated>2004-12-12T10:29:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">THREE NAMES YOU GO BY:&lt;br /&gt;1. Tom&lt;br /&gt;2. Lockwood&lt;br /&gt;3. Cockwood&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE SCREEN NAMES YOU HAVE HAD:&lt;br /&gt;1. ablativearmour&lt;br /&gt;2. axismech&lt;br /&gt;3. silver_drake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. My height!&lt;br /&gt;2. My lack of shame/dignity&lt;br /&gt;3. My lack of stab wounds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU DON'T LIKE ABOUT YOURSELF:&lt;br /&gt;1. My lack of every Stargate Episode ever made on DVD&lt;br /&gt;2. My lack of cooking ability&lt;br /&gt;3. My addiction to New York Fries&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PARTS OF YOUR HERITAGE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Polish&lt;br /&gt;2. Scottish&lt;br /&gt;3. German&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS THAT SCARE YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Other people holding knives&lt;br /&gt;2. America&lt;br /&gt;3. People using w4llh4cks in CS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR EVERYDAY ESSENTIALS:&lt;br /&gt;1. teh intarweb&lt;br /&gt;2. Toilet paper&lt;br /&gt;3. Sir Mixalot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU ARE WEARING RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. Underwear&lt;br /&gt;2. nothing&lt;br /&gt;3. birthday suit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOuRITE BANDS (or artists at the moment):&lt;br /&gt;1. Hey Kid, Nice Robot&lt;br /&gt;2. The BeRzErKeR&lt;br /&gt;3. Sonic Animation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOuRITE SONGS AT PRESENT:&lt;br /&gt;1. M-.-n - Freabbit&lt;br /&gt;2. Crotchduster - Mammal Sauce&lt;br /&gt;3. Hey Kid, Nice Robot - Undergrad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE NEW THINGS YOU WANT TO TRY IN THE NEXT 12 MONTHS:&lt;br /&gt;1. Sex&lt;br /&gt;2. Drugs&lt;br /&gt;3. Cable internet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT IN A RELATIONSHIP (love is a given):&lt;br /&gt;1. Understanding&lt;br /&gt;2. Fun&lt;br /&gt;3. Lots of Power of Attorney for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TWO TRUTHS AND A LIE&lt;br /&gt;1. Satan is trying to lure me into his diabolical army.&lt;br /&gt;2. I hate Fruit Mince Pies.&lt;br /&gt;3. I think Austrailia is the greatest nation on earth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PHYSICAL THINGS ABOUT THE OPPOSITE SEX (or same) THAT APPEAL TO YOU:&lt;br /&gt;1. Eyes&lt;br /&gt;2. Hips&lt;br /&gt;3. Their smell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU JUST CAN'T DO:&lt;br /&gt;1. Thread a needle&lt;br /&gt;2. Eat half a pizza if the whole pizza is available to be eaten&lt;br /&gt;3. Log onto the internet without making the "EEEERRRRR OOOOOOOR EROROEO!" along with the modem.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE OF YOUR FAVOuRITE HOBBIES:&lt;br /&gt;1. DUNGEONS AND DRAGONS!&lt;br /&gt;2. Vintage computer games&lt;br /&gt;3. 80's pop culture, particularly music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO REALLY BADLY RIGHT NOW:&lt;br /&gt;1. Make a billion dollars in 1 minute by doing nothing&lt;br /&gt;2. Sit in a kiddies pool and drink a chilled alcoholic beverage&lt;br /&gt;3. Finish this goddamn quiz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE CAREERS YOU'RE CONSIDERING:&lt;br /&gt;1. Town Planner&lt;br /&gt;2. Journalist&lt;br /&gt;3. Environmental Manager&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PLACES YOU WANT TO GO ON VACATION:&lt;br /&gt;1. Japan&lt;br /&gt;2. Brazil&lt;br /&gt;3. Vietnam&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE KID'S NAMES: NO STEALING&lt;br /&gt;1. Sally&lt;br /&gt;2. Fuckwit&lt;br /&gt;3. James Earl Jones Jnr?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE THINGS YOU WANT TO DO BEFORE YOU DIE:&lt;br /&gt;1. Ruffle Donald Trump's Hair&lt;br /&gt;2. Go into space&lt;br /&gt;3. Play in a Virtual Reality computer game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THREE PEOPLE WHO HAVE TO TAKE THIS QUIZ NOW OR DIE PAINFULLY:&lt;br /&gt;1. Jesus&lt;br /&gt;2. Marilyn Manson&lt;br /&gt;3. James Earl Jones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stolen from: &lt;span class='ljuser' lj:user='canpin' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://canpin.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://p-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://canpin.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;canpin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;</content>
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    <title>And so Dad was able to avoid the consequences of his violent actions...  by rocking out really hard.</title>
    <published>2004-12-12T10:02:41Z</published>
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    <content type="html">WEDNESDAY: Karaoke.  I now love my vodka and raspberry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh came over late afternoon, had dinner, and then mum took us out to Jack's house at Bracken Ridge.  'Twas incredibly small, and contained a gigantic German Shepard called Snyder.  Snyder had a dog form of ADD, and was constantly bounding through the house, with a wild look in his eyes, and an Ugg boot firmly within his jaws.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We soon left for the local bottle shop, where we bought a bottle of wine that was just above passionpop standard, yet far below the kind of wine you see on planes.  It was drunk behind the Rum Jungle, probably the best looking purveyor of alcoholic beverages I have ever seen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaudy neon lights proclaiming special offers and the much acclaimed Karaoke were abound.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We soon entered, and began our conquest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sang classics by the Proclaimers, The Hives and Olivia Newton John/John Trovolta.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sung horribly.  My vision was blurred, and so I couldn't see the screen to read the words.  It ended up coming out as "When I wake up when I grkkkrkka..... morning..... wizzlewazzle..... AND I WOULD WALK 500 MILES, and I would grgrgrk...." ect ect.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Josh's rendition of "DANGER, DANGER, HIGH VOLTAGE" was a highlight of the night, but I was quite disappointed to see that the song selection excluded classics by MC Hammer and Sir Mixalot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We left when the joint closed, at about 12:30, stumbling towards Jack's house.  We had these horrible, horrible ice-blocks called Cyclones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day, I took the bus into the city, and then home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THURSDAY: Ric's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Thursday night, mum wanted to go into the Valley to see this band called "The Gin Club".  They were playing at Ric's.  Anna was doing the sound, as per usual.  I wasn't interested in the band, but Anna, Bonnie, Briophny and Josh were all going to be there, and I wanted to see them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The galaga machines in Ric's are now my mortal foes, and I swear by Moradin's hammer that I shall defeat them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I soon found that both Josh and Bonnie were just as uninterested in The Gin Club as me, so we all went to get Kebab's.  I love them little Kebabs, I love them soooo much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then, we went back to Ric's.  The Gin Club ended, and mum went home.  I then went upstairs and we danced crazily to all songs from everywhere, and it was good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(I wasn't drinking because I was still woozy from Karaoke)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ended soonish, and I went home to Bonnie's house in Paddington.  I slept in the lounge room, on the floor.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FRIDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was woken by Bonnie leaving for work, I said bye, and then fell asleep again.  Josh then left, as he had come to Bonnies house and was sleeping in the lounge as well.  I then fell asleep again.  At around 10:00 I woke up finally, and left the house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My spit was fluoro yellow for some reason......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to the close proximity of Anna's house, I decided to visit.  Anna was asleep, but Briophny, who had just moved in, was awake.  I sat on her bed and took Cleo quizzes with her until about 1:00, at which time I left for home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was surfing teh intarweb when Givo suggested a movie night.  I thought it was a good idea, so both Givo and Walduck came over.  We ate pizza, watched Johnny English, played Killzone, watched Mallrats, went for a walk, played Killzone for a bit longer and then went to sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SATURDAY:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walduck and Givo left at around 10:30.  They walked into my room, said goodbye, and left, after several incomprehensible grunts on my part.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got out of bed at around noon, and had a maxi-relaxi day.</content>
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    <title>HAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAM!</title>
    <published>2004-12-07T05:18:30Z</published>
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