<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232</id><updated>2012-01-20T20:42:41.995-06:00</updated><category term='Fran Fernandez'/><category term='Ch.1'/><category term='Nirvana inspired'/><title type='text'>Why Ray</title><subtitle type='html'>Thoughts from an introvert in a a land of extroverts. Or vice versa I can never remember. The one that's outgoing, yeah I'm not that one</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>92</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-1660026065517464114</id><published>2011-12-29T00:52:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-12-29T00:52:53.017-06:00</updated><title type='text'>(My) Top Music of 2011</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="mbl notesBlogText clearfix"&gt;&lt;div&gt;Okay so this took me about a month, it's actually really hard to rank albums. And even though I have 30 albums that came out this year there are a few I haven't got yet or just didn't have the time to crack into the year end list. Some examples of those would be: Hundredth, Red, Falling Up, Immortal Souls, Switchfoot, Eleventyseven, Grave Robber, A Cry Farewell, Times Of Grace, and a few more. 'But here are my year end music lists.&lt;br /&gt;Hope you take the time to read them I worked really hard on this lol. Won't have to work near as hard next year I mean new albums from my two favorite bands ? :D He Is Legend &amp;amp; Showbread ! Maybe even Zao ? That'll be 1,2, and 3 for sure right ?.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HERE YOU GO FOLKS!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best EP: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Call To Preserve ~ Validation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This couldn't be in the best of year end album because it's only 4 songs but it is amazing. Only fault in the Ep is that it's the last work CTP will ever do.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fbUnderline"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ALBUM OF THE YEAR Top 20&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fbUnderline"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;20. Burlap To Cashmere ~ Burlap To Cashmere&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;It's not as good as there debut album from 10 years ago, "Anybody Out There". But it's still catchy folkish sound of ABOT and a pretty nice album.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;19. Fallstar ~ Reconciler. Refiner. Igniter.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A solid effort from my buds in Oregon. And available as a free download at comeandlive.com or you could maybe borrow my signed copy...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;18. Ace Augustine ~ The Absolute&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A young band from Pennsylvania, the first album I picked up in 2011. AA has a ton of promise as this debut record shows.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;17. Life In Your Way ~ Kingdoms&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;A 3 cd set album Kingdoms of: Man, Darkness, Heaven. It's what you'd expect from LIYW. If I would have been able to listen to it more it'd probable be a top 10. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;16. The Devil Wears Prada ~ Dead Throne&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Good album, just had a hard time getting threw it. Couple spots were songs blend together without you noticing.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;15. Gideon ~ Costs&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;9 songs of good ole hardcore&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;14. Holding Onto Hope ~ Holding Onto Hope&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Great sounding passionate vocals, strong musicianship. Available from C&amp;amp;L for free. DEFINITELY worth getting.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;13. Greeley Estates ~ The Death Of Greeley Estates&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Love, love, loved "Go East Young Man, Let The Evil Go East" but then came No Rain , No Rainbows which I really didn't care for but TDOGE takes a little from both and makes a solid effort.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;12. Blindside ~ With Shivering Hearts We Wait&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sweeden's Blindside so owns the movie by the same name&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;11. The Crimson Armada ~ Conviction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Probable ranked a little higher then it should be but I'm a sucker for high raspy vocals&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;10. Alesana ~ A Place Where The Sun Is Silent&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Another concept album by Alesana. Not as epic as The Emptiness, I mean that album was incredible. But these 16 songs are good enough to come in at #10&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;9. August Burns Red ~ Leveler&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Really shocked I can't rank this any higher....&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;8. Close Your Eyes ~ Empty Hands and Heavy Hearts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Strong, strong album by cYe.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;7. Hope For The Dying ~ Dissimulation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Surprise album of the year, I'll be honest I bought the cd for the Dave Quiggle art on the front and Facedown name on the back. But as soon as you turn it ton and here the opening instrumental track you know you got your moneys worth. Shredding guitars and beautiful melodies make this a great metal album.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;6. Maylene And The Sons Of Disaster ~ IV&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;This album really shocked a lot of people when they bought it and found out hey guess what ? Dallas isn't screaming any whats up with that ? And a lot of people were ticked. BUT it's a great album and it wouldn't have been as strong if Dallas were screaming, his haunting questioning voice is more then enough, especially on Never Enough, Faith Healer and my favorite Drought of "85&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;5. A Plea For Purging ~ Death Of A Plea For Purging&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Andy lost both of his parents before writing this record. It's raw questioning and somewhat bitter lyrics. But they make the album amazing. No more words about it from me, you NEED to buy this one.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;4. Oh, Sleeper ~ Children Of Fire&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;We are the children of fire we are the lions. Enough said&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(The Final 3 were the hardest to rank)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Thursday ~ No Devoluction&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Thursday changed music with Full Collapse, unfortunately ND is the last Thursday album and it's by far the best since FC.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Hands ~ Give Me Rest&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;The album that single handedly got me through 21 days of dad being in ICU. Buy this album it's incredible. If you can't afford it please let me know and I'll try and help get you a copy.[I got some $$$ :) ] But it's beautiful metal, it's not screaming and thrashing. It's something very rare to find, it's music. &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Emery ~ We Do What We Want&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Only 10 songs. But I listened to this album way more then any other during the course of 2011. From The Cheval Glass to Fix Me, I'm Not here for rage I'm here for revenge to Scissors. Plus I Never Got To See The West Coast, Tthe Curse Of Perfect Days, etc. Only fault is that it's onlyt 10 songs. 1-10 it's great.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fbUnderline"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Best Live Act Of 2011 (from Cornerstone)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. Rodent Emporium (acoustic set outside of Pizza Hut tent)&lt;br /&gt;2.Listener&lt;br /&gt;3. The Chariot (I got bloody)&lt;br /&gt;4. Norma Jean (Front of the mosh baby ! )&lt;br /&gt;5. Lust Control&lt;br /&gt;6. Showbread (They played The Bell Jar!)&lt;br /&gt;7. Destroy Nate Allen (Fun times)&lt;br /&gt;8. Flatfoot56&lt;br /&gt;9. A Plea For Purging&lt;br /&gt;10. Anberlin (always great)&lt;br /&gt;11. Blindside&lt;br /&gt;12. I_Dragon_I (awesome time at the Asylum)&lt;br /&gt;13. The Rose Hill (Spirit moved when this band played)&lt;br /&gt;14. Grave Robber (Got sprayed by a blood canon with dad, I cry thinking about it now)&lt;br /&gt;15. Sleeping Giant (Cd's aren's that great but amazing live)&lt;br /&gt;16. Take It Back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span class="fbUnderline"&gt;Top Played Bands On My Ipod&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. He Is Legend&lt;br /&gt;2. Thursday&lt;br /&gt;3. Showbread&lt;br /&gt;4. Emery&lt;br /&gt;5. Underoath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="fbUnderline"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Top Played Songs Of 2011 On My Ipod (only 1 song per album)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.The Uriah Omen ~ Maybe The Butler Did It&lt;br /&gt;2. Thursday ~ Understanding In A Car Crash&lt;br /&gt;3. He Is Legend ~ Do You Think I'm Pretty&lt;br /&gt;4. Chasing Victory ~ Unrequited Love&lt;br /&gt;5. Marshall Tucker Band ~ Fire On The Mountian&lt;br /&gt;6. Zao ~ How The Weak Are Free&lt;br /&gt;7. Listener ~ I Don't Want To Live Forever&lt;br /&gt;8. He Is Legend ~ Everyone I Know Has Fangs&lt;br /&gt;9. Showbread ~ Letters To April&lt;br /&gt;10. Sullivan ~ F-Stop&lt;br /&gt;11. Comeback Kid ~ Because Of All&lt;br /&gt;12. Take It Back! ~ All That Keeps Us Strong&lt;br /&gt;13. Dead Poetic ~ Tell Myself Goodbye&lt;br /&gt;14. Underoath ~ Down, Set, Go&lt;br /&gt;15. Lucerin Blue ~ Game&lt;br /&gt;16. He Is Legend ~ Goldies Torn Locks&lt;br /&gt;17. Thursday ~ Division St.&lt;br /&gt;18. The Fold ~ Medicine&lt;br /&gt;19. Haste The Day ~ Autumn* (The Original of That They May Know)&lt;br /&gt;20. As I Lay Dying ~ Elegy&lt;br /&gt;21. The Chariot ~ Robert Rios&lt;br /&gt;22. Children 18:3 ~ Time And Wasted Bullets&lt;br /&gt;23. Nirvana ~ Come As You Are&lt;br /&gt;24. The Showdown ~ Death Finds Us Breathing&lt;br /&gt;25 Beloved ~ Aimless Endeavor&lt;br /&gt;HM. Andrew WK ~ Part Hard&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;Thanks for reading ! Please share your thoughts if nothing else, at the very least tell me what your top 5 albums of 2011 were ! Later. ~ Ray&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-1660026065517464114?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/1660026065517464114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-top-music-of-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/1660026065517464114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/1660026065517464114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/12/my-top-music-of-2011.html' title='(My) Top Music of 2011'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-5217804354405061458</id><published>2011-11-16T00:06:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-16T00:30:46.068-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Thin Air, thin ribs, your dead or fat</title><content type='html'>Dead girls don't just appear out of thin air ~ Alesana&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So today grandpa came down. He's thinking about getting a mutual fund through this guy. Doesn't seem to realize his money wouldn't be guaranteed. He also talked about getting his back fused to get rid of his hip pain. Of course he wants me to come up there and be his nurse. I wouldn't really want to, it'd be like I did back in January. Kind of lonely and depressing but hey what else is new ? If I did I'd get my lip pierced for sure then it'd be my reward to myself. I was up there when playing in the snow when dad called to tell me Mimi had passed. Face it this year has sucked massively.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;I could really stand to play some football soon.&lt;br /&gt;Sorry that was a random thought. So yeah I might end up banished to Rocheport again . But in a way I kinda like being there away from the rest of the world. After all I've always thought being a hermit would be kinda cool. Practiced my screams and a couple clean vocals, REALLY need to find a band, I'm not getting any younger. Had Pizza Hut for lunch, anyway later. ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-5217804354405061458?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/5217804354405061458/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/11/thin-air-thin-ribs-your-dead-or-fat.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/5217804354405061458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/5217804354405061458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/11/thin-air-thin-ribs-your-dead-or-fat.html' title='Thin Air, thin ribs, your dead or fat'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-3999702784455281026</id><published>2011-11-15T00:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T00:34:44.562-06:00</updated><title type='text'>When Thoughts betray and minds mind nothing.</title><content type='html'>It's late. It always is. I never think when the sun is out I just can't, but after midnight wow. Read my lyric book the other day, crazy stuff. Like that one girl that hates you in a swimsuit on twitter because it's 12:29am and you do crazy stuff then. Off topic I know, please forgive me. Gosh I REALLY need to post on my Royals blog. Also probable wouldn't hurt to talk to someone, funny how it works people that say you can talk to them whenever usually always fall into two categories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; 1st they'd listen but you really don't want them to know you're problems you know ?&lt;br /&gt;2nd: It was just lip service and they really could care less.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah I'm a broken record or so it seems, but when your really hurt deep it doesn't heal. As I wrote in my book the other day: "Not all mortal wounds kill at the same time". Not really anything to do with me just more an observation. I'm perfectly fine ! Just questioning questions ya know ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway went to the park today and walked around it once and then went and played on some of the equipment. Crazy to have some 20 year old guy swinging on the swings or going on the merry go round with his brother and sister. I swear I was getting high on the merry go round. Of course I have no clue about highs (SXE till death) but I'm sure it was pretty close and maybe it was just the Monster helping. But whatever it was a fun "safe" time. Except for when the guy playing rap music parked and watched us....&lt;br /&gt;Came home and watched The Village, before catching Regular Show, Mad, and Adventure Time,&lt;br /&gt;In closing out today's post I like to play with fire to much I think, or so I've been told. And I've been listening to Alesana a lot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-3999702784455281026?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/3999702784455281026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-thoughts-betray-and-minds-mind.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/3999702784455281026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/3999702784455281026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/11/when-thoughts-betray-and-minds-mind.html' title='When Thoughts betray and minds mind nothing.'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-6143874211755134508</id><published>2011-10-22T00:30:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-22T00:31:00.135-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing and wood 10-21</title><content type='html'>I'm not sure but my book finally has substance, has something deeper then artificial eye makeup. Yeah I cried writing the last part. And talk about shock value, it's going to be hard to find a publisher who'll print it. And that's assuming it doesn't suck to begin with. I mean seems like all the homeschoolers are writing novels now so I'm sure tons of normal people are to. But hey if it took James Dickey 10 years to finish Deliverance which wasn't that great well then I certainly have a chance. And if the book does well here's hoping it'll become an amazing movie. Maybe directed by Wes Craven ? That'd be awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway back in reality I lost my phone today. It's somewhere in the house but I have absolutely no clue where. &lt;br /&gt;Raiders play the Chiefs Sunday so I'll be able to watch ! Other then that my day was spent splitting wood by hand and with a splitter. I have plenty of blisters on my hand now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight ya'll for I start aimlessly rambling. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-6143874211755134508?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/6143874211755134508/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/10/writing-and-wood-10-21.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/6143874211755134508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/6143874211755134508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/10/writing-and-wood-10-21.html' title='Writing and wood 10-21'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-5909462901589099591</id><published>2011-10-20T18:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T18:20:51.851-05:00</updated><title type='text'>NaNoWri :P</title><content type='html'>Well it's almost November and that means that several thousand underground nerds will huddle in front of their laptops and suck coffee from their little cups while typing word after word for some stupid thing called NaNoWriMo or something like that. I know because I was one last year after a friend (or so I thought) told me about it. The writing part not coffee part. And so it went for about a week until she broke my heart and left me without any desire to finish. But now with the depressing chill of fall, that seems to echo forgiveness in all the loneliness, therfore I'm ready to continue.&lt;br /&gt;The only difference between what I was writing last year and what I write now is that my novel shall be graphic, it should hopefully make you cringe but I don't know. I only know that the days of sugar coating is done. You don't write a great book that you censor yourself.&lt;br /&gt;Ok let me clear it up real quick NaNoWriMo is in general a pretty great thing all in all. And has much more benefit on society then "No Shave November". But I have no fond memories of the bitter taste it left me with and therefore I greatly despise it. Obviously you say I can't base my opinion solely on one one person but that's were you're wrong. I can and will. I'll even send you a text treading "Suck it losers" if I want.&lt;br /&gt;So go read "Choke" or something if you can get past all the porn it's an awesome plot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-5909462901589099591?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/5909462901589099591/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/10/nanowri-p.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/5909462901589099591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/5909462901589099591'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/10/nanowri-p.html' title='NaNoWri :P'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-3694668639383793129</id><published>2011-09-27T21:50:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2011-10-01T22:48:47.365-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wanna be king of California, Misssouri ?</title><content type='html'>Pretty sure if you &lt;a href="http://columbiamo.craigslist.org/spo/2612653398.html"&gt;buy this&lt;/a&gt; and hook it up in your yard you'll be elected king of California, Missouri.&lt;br /&gt;Doesn't do me any good though, I think soon enough I'm going to be outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://images.craigslist.org/5T25Z45Q53o73pd3l5b9m68b9859b7d4a1c5a.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://images.craigslist.org/5T25Z45Q53o73pd3l5b9m68b9859b7d4a1c5a.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-3694668639383793129?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/3694668639383793129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/09/wanna-be-king-of-california-misssouri.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/3694668639383793129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/3694668639383793129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/09/wanna-be-king-of-california-misssouri.html' title='Wanna be king of California, Misssouri ?'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-918306400547379898</id><published>2011-08-24T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-08-24T00:09:06.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That awkward moment when..</title><content type='html'>..... a girl likes your &lt;span class="fsm fwn fcg"&gt;"Public Figure" facebook page that you thought only you knew about, and she also Jim Bob Duggar's page in the same setting......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-918306400547379898?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/918306400547379898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/08/that-awkward-moment-when.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/918306400547379898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/918306400547379898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/08/that-awkward-moment-when.html' title='That awkward moment when..'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-5468933445064153147</id><published>2011-07-24T19:58:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T20:00:54.692-05:00</updated><title type='text'>100th Post</title><content type='html'>(Including drafts)&lt;br /&gt;And it goes like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your whole world can fall apart in seconds.&lt;br /&gt;It happens&lt;br /&gt;Were do we go from here ? Well wherever we end up. &lt;br /&gt;Can't change what you can't control. And you can't control anything.&lt;br /&gt;It's not yours never was.&lt;br /&gt;Falling into&amp;nbsp;loving hands is still falling&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-5468933445064153147?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/5468933445064153147/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/07/100th-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/5468933445064153147'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/5468933445064153147'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/07/100th-post.html' title='100th Post'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-8488523995357025567</id><published>2011-07-17T17:20:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2011-07-24T16:50:56.284-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I vs Farkle Bi</title><content type='html'>(This is a chat transcript with a random teenage boy on the game called Farkle, I just wanted to get to 10,000 points first but instead.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Other Guy:&lt;/b&gt; hiray!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OG:&lt;/b&gt; nice profile pic :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Thanks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OG:&lt;/b&gt; do you like mine???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Yeah I guess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;OG:&lt;/b&gt; So are you homosexual or bi ??? :)&lt;span style="background-color: white;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm bi ! :)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Neither I'm straight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Og:&lt;/b&gt;Ah that's to bad. You'd be a good lay :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b style="color: blue;"&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Damn Straight, it'd be the best you ever had.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;(opponent has left)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;___________________________________ &lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so ended my game of Farkle with a random &lt;span style="background-color: black;"&gt;**gg**&lt;/span&gt; er, "bi" teenage emo boy.&lt;br /&gt;So I won !&lt;br /&gt;What a LOSER&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-8488523995357025567?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/8488523995357025567/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-vs-farkle-bi.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/8488523995357025567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/8488523995357025567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/07/i-vs-farkle-bi.html' title='I vs Farkle Bi'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-9102701135119174542</id><published>2011-06-11T22:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-06-11T22:12:31.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Russellville Frog Leg Festival 2011</title><content type='html'>So anyway I was at the Russellville Frog Leg Festival and Steam Engine Show selling Konad fingernail stamping art like I always do on the weekends with my family. So I didn't really know why we were doing this festival but turns out it was actually quite a nice selling fest with one exception.&lt;br /&gt;Someone died.&lt;br /&gt;Apparently he was moving a tractor had a heart-attack fell and was ran over. Everyone was just standing and looking until the fireman came and the cops moved everyone away. Geez why would you stare at something like that for more then a minute ? Anyway eventually they covered the guy and after the highway patrol came they took his body away.&lt;br /&gt;Then the surreal moments after when life goes on completely oblivious to the obvious. His family's world had just been ripped apart into a bazillion little pieces suspend motionless in air. Yet people continued to sell stuff, eventually they still had the parade. People who just arrived knew nothing about it and it drives you crazy.&lt;br /&gt;You just want to scream at something anything to change the fact that life doesn't care at all. You want to shake the oblivious people until they realize, you want to do something to console the family but you can't. Everyone is in a glass bottle, and time stops for a tiniest second were everyone stops and sees everything, but then the world collapses for some crushing the glass, while everyone else gets to go on without a second glance.&amp;nbsp; Dang, the feeling is just so awful.&lt;br /&gt;So eventually I to continued my day as is expected of someone who is nothing more then a bystander of complete randomness. I helped package fingernail stuff, I walked around, and watched part of a softball game even. I thought a lot, about friends and relationships I used to have and all that other theological stuff, coming to the realization that what's done is done, and what's gone is gone. You know me the screamer/lyric writer without a band I do stuff like that. Came up with lyrics for a couple songs and decided to cut ties with some people whom no longer are heading the same path as me.&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp; But then something happened, something completely absurd and ludicrous. I saw perhaps the most beautiful girl in the world. She had on a Russellville shirt and a yellow August Burns Red wristband. And her eyes were such a gorgeous blue the likes of which I've never seen before. But as fate would have it do to another lady in line letting her go first, I had to help fill the second order and as soon as I was done I went to look for her but she'd vanished. Oh and she had a little wallet type thing like girls carry and it was Grr from Invader Zim. I'm seriously depressed that I just let her disappear.&amp;nbsp; I think her name was Kaitlyn maybe ? Oh well she probable had a boyfriend anyway. :P &lt;br /&gt;So after that I wandered down to the live auction and bid on some Royals stuff after going to $40.00 the guy bought it for $42.50 but I only had forty in my wallet. After that the guy setting next to me mumbled something about the guy in the black hat (me) and I can't remember what exactly but it wasn't nice so I walked off, so that I didn't reply to him and disturb the auction. So yeah that was pretty well my day, it's what you get I guess when you decide to wear a Haste The Day shirt. lol&lt;br /&gt;So anyway thanks for reading and if your the girl or know the girl please, please, please, contact me ! :)&lt;br /&gt;To Whom It May Concern,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray W&lt;br /&gt;End - Cycle&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-9102701135119174542?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/9102701135119174542/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/06/russellville-frog-leg-festival-2011.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/9102701135119174542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/9102701135119174542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/06/russellville-frog-leg-festival-2011.html' title='Russellville Frog Leg Festival 2011'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-677763228470177243</id><published>2011-04-19T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-19T21:35:43.190-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fran Fernandez'/><title type='text'>The Adventures Of Fran Fernandez  #3</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4ZGU2rsiGs/Ta5FV8X_-gI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Gceno1D2cZc/s1600/ff1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4ZGU2rsiGs/Ta5FV8X_-gI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Gceno1D2cZc/s1600/ff1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BmQqReFWr6k/Ta5FYdpRnFI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-P0IdUx2UZg/s1600/ff2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-BmQqReFWr6k/Ta5FYdpRnFI/AAAAAAAAAIw/-P0IdUx2UZg/s1600/ff2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9u4V6u7IjAY/Ta5FaZttsXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/qb8gHyBMywc/s1600/ff3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-9u4V6u7IjAY/Ta5FaZttsXI/AAAAAAAAAI0/qb8gHyBMywc/s400/ff3.JPG" width="232" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;*Manga Marigold drawn by Rhen LaFin&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-677763228470177243?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/677763228470177243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/04/adventures-of-fran-fernandez-3.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/677763228470177243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/677763228470177243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/04/adventures-of-fran-fernandez-3.html' title='The Adventures Of Fran Fernandez  #3'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Y4ZGU2rsiGs/Ta5FV8X_-gI/AAAAAAAAAIs/Gceno1D2cZc/s72-c/ff1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-8767378696596771907</id><published>2011-04-18T21:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-18T21:30:29.307-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fran Fernandez'/><title type='text'>The Adventures Of Fran Fernandez  #2</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8uQxrlVvGiE/TazzGWwx7hI/AAAAAAAAAIg/gc1wvlhyCNQ/s1600/ff1.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8uQxrlVvGiE/TazzGWwx7hI/AAAAAAAAAIg/gc1wvlhyCNQ/s400/ff1.JPG" width="231" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tVPlxE_mv4Q/TazzHxu2m6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/khrY9HLtL94/s1600/ff2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-tVPlxE_mv4Q/TazzHxu2m6I/AAAAAAAAAIk/khrY9HLtL94/s400/ff2.JPG" width="266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AfQwne1NPo4/TazzKlnP76I/AAAAAAAAAIo/yI-bhk22jrs/s1600/ff3.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="400" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AfQwne1NPo4/TazzKlnP76I/AAAAAAAAAIo/yI-bhk22jrs/s400/ff3.JPG" width="225" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-8767378696596771907?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/8767378696596771907/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/04/adventures-of-fran-fernandez-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/8767378696596771907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/8767378696596771907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/04/adventures-of-fran-fernandez-2.html' title='The Adventures Of Fran Fernandez  #2'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-8uQxrlVvGiE/TazzGWwx7hI/AAAAAAAAAIg/gc1wvlhyCNQ/s72-c/ff1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-4991912234963833549</id><published>2011-04-17T20:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T20:58:38.348-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fran Fernandez'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Ch.1'/><title type='text'>The Adventures Of Fran Fernandez  Ch. 1</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RAmWX6KR2c0/TauZrmD0pnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Zj1iX2Ixnng/s1600/Image010a.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RAmWX6KR2c0/TauZrmD0pnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Zj1iX2Ixnng/s320/Image010a.JPG" width="245" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7X-w5Ju0Q2c/TauZtYRx9jI/AAAAAAAAAIc/1yj9-3Fr-ZQ/s1600/Image011.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7X-w5Ju0Q2c/TauZtYRx9jI/AAAAAAAAAIc/1yj9-3Fr-ZQ/s320/Image011.JPG" width="216" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-4991912234963833549?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/4991912234963833549/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/04/adventures-of-fran-fernandez-ch-1.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/4991912234963833549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/4991912234963833549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/04/adventures-of-fran-fernandez-ch-1.html' title='The Adventures Of Fran Fernandez  Ch. 1'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RAmWX6KR2c0/TauZrmD0pnI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Zj1iX2Ixnng/s72-c/Image010a.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-2890690105008584090</id><published>2011-04-09T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-09T20:24:33.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relationships</title><content type='html'>So they say that their is the perfect girl for every guy and vice-versa. Sounds all good and perfect. A real nice little story. But really ?&amp;nbsp; Are we seriously going to but that theory ?&lt;br /&gt;Okay then, let's say there is because I'm sure there has to be.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;But what if.&lt;br /&gt;Let's for the sake of argument say you do meet that perfect person, of course no one is perfect but let's say you meet your soul mate.&lt;br /&gt;Well what if you force something and end up costing you to from ever being together ? What happens if you end up forcing something and slutting yourself&amp;nbsp; under pressure&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe your perfect, waiting for the right gal or guy but the one who's supposed to meet you gives in.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm things to consider.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-2890690105008584090?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/2890690105008584090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/04/relationships.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/2890690105008584090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/2890690105008584090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/04/relationships.html' title='Relationships'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-2526611606143645643</id><published>2011-04-05T21:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-04-05T21:17:39.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugh !!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;Dear Mr. W******:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you for your inquiry concerning LITTLE DEBBIE® Iced Honey Buns. We appreciate your interest in our fresh-baked favorites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These breakfast pastries &lt;b&gt;were discontinued because the sales volume was  not sufficient to warrant their production&lt;/b&gt;. Other loyal consumers have  been disappointed too, and we are truly sorry. We will certainly share  your regret with our Marketing and Sales staff and request they consider  placing this product into production again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The LITTLE DEBBIE® line has many varieties from which we hope you will  choose another favorite. We consider it a sweet pleasure to be your  family's bake shop in a box. We are thrilled to be celebrating 50 years  of a family focused vision and invite you to Unwrap A Smile® daily.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MCKEE FOODS CORPORATION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;******* ******&lt;br /&gt;Consumer Care Correspondent&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-2526611606143645643?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/2526611606143645643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/04/ugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/2526611606143645643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/2526611606143645643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/04/ugh.html' title='Ugh !!!'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-9008233240481130288</id><published>2011-03-18T23:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2011-03-18T23:21:56.825-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BAC(H)--*--</title><content type='html'>BAC&lt;i&gt;(H)&lt;/i&gt;--*--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;B&lt;/b&gt;ecause &lt;b&gt;A&lt;/b&gt;fter &lt;b&gt;C&lt;/b&gt;haos &lt;i&gt;(H)urt&lt;/i&gt; the sun will rise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: xx-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Courier New&amp;quot;,Courier,monospace;"&gt;~Look it up~ &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-----------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt;Hard to believe it was a year ago you asked me if I was going. That changed my mind, so I went. I was outside the clique, but so were you so we talked. About 3 months later we were chatting almost every night.You said I was a great friend. Four months later, you broke my heart. And never told me why.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/u&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;u style="background-color: yellow;"&gt;&lt;strike&gt; Funny when you think about it. I guess the only good thing is I written some kick ass songs because of it. And now I look away with a different preservative of things. I'll try not to think of you but couldn't help it on this day.&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-9008233240481130288?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/9008233240481130288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/03/bach.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/9008233240481130288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/9008233240481130288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/03/bach.html' title='BAC(H)--*--'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-5517745062202004266</id><published>2011-03-09T21:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-09T21:54:56.228-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Steps</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Sometimes you waltz down the road into the station where the walnut tree grows. You chuckle to yourself as you pass the old mailboxes and think "Does anyone even use these anymore?". It's a thought posed as a question with the thought just as quickly dissolved without any real effort. Down to the river. a train passes by on the other side her wheels slide down the track so smooth. A bird pierces the air with it's song, and for a minute the world ends.&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-5517745062202004266?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/5517745062202004266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/03/steps.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/5517745062202004266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/5517745062202004266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/03/steps.html' title='Steps'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-810984324831825006</id><published>2011-03-02T22:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T22:58:52.441-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dos Of March</title><content type='html'>So today started off well enough, with a Facebook friend request. I always love when people want to be my friend, just kind of makes your day that much better. So yeah the day carried over from the Merch Now order I placed last night. And it kept up, I finally got my glasses replaced. So yes now my frame balances on my face instead of being all crocked. Then I went to work and had lunch from Arby's &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(people do stupid stuff in commercials like eat at Arby's ~ The Simpson's)&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; with mom.Then it was another day of cleaning up the church, followed by getting a cashing a paycheck ! Picked up some pizza's and the best potatoes chips ever to celebrate my getting paid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3-j1uiCxNUU/TW8fSe_DZJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4BgK5cbeFMg/s1600/188367_1890181217859_1341345545_32176399_1112500_n.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="320" src="https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3-j1uiCxNUU/TW8fSe_DZJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4BgK5cbeFMg/s320/188367_1890181217859_1341345545_32176399_1112500_n.jpg" width="240" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;Backer's rare and only occasionally made "German Style" &lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we ate not much happened worth talking about so yeah.&lt;br /&gt;Wait I took a shower so yeah........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-810984324831825006?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/810984324831825006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/03/dos-of-march.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/810984324831825006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/810984324831825006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/03/dos-of-march.html' title='The Dos Of March'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='https://lh4.googleusercontent.com/-3-j1uiCxNUU/TW8fSe_DZJI/AAAAAAAAAHI/4BgK5cbeFMg/s72-c/188367_1890181217859_1341345545_32176399_1112500_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-3419492562948131635</id><published>2011-03-02T18:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-02T18:36:06.501-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rob Bell</title><content type='html'>I must have missed something somewhere, his books not even out yet. So how can we all past judgments without even reading it ? I'm not sticking up for him I really no very little about him or his church, although Sex God sounds like a sacrilegiously awesome band name. ;)&lt;br /&gt;But isn't that the problem with a lot of Christians ? They see the outside of the person (book) and judge on the piercings, tats, plugs, and long hair that "they aren't Christian".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a wake up people, Jesus reads the book, not the cover.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-3419492562948131635?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/3419492562948131635/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/03/rob-bell.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/3419492562948131635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/3419492562948131635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/03/rob-bell.html' title='Rob Bell'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-1844946990082689337</id><published>2011-03-01T13:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-03-01T13:23:34.002-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No one emails me anymore</title><content type='html'>Here I am, setting at my desk doing absolutely nothing. Come this evening I'll be mad at myself saying Ray why did you waste the day ? I mean, I should be at the least working on my book or something useful. And by this time next month I should be working around St.Louis on a Bonnie's truck.&amp;nbsp; But nope I just set here, blogging and listening to a mix of MyChildren MyBride, Five Iron Frenzy, and He Is Legend. Yeah pretty sick mix isn't it ?&lt;br /&gt;So yeah that's about it.&lt;br /&gt;Sure, I could dive into the fact I feel like this:&lt;br /&gt;Just about everyone I'm friends with --&amp;gt; O *&amp;lt;--- Me on the outside.&lt;br /&gt;Or, I could do on about this girl I like but she TOTALLY doesn't suspect it in the slightest , and probable never will.&lt;br /&gt;But alas I won't ! Instead I'll just set here and contemplate a whole bunch of nonsense in my head.&lt;br /&gt;And you invisible ghost people can simple set back and laugh, oh how I now you'll laugh...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-1844946990082689337?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/1844946990082689337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-one-emails-me-anymore.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/1844946990082689337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/1844946990082689337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/03/no-one-emails-me-anymore.html' title='No one emails me anymore'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-171105703133171913</id><published>2011-02-26T22:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-26T22:44:47.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Please just ugh......</title><content type='html'>Yeah there are some losers on &lt;a href="http://www.goodreads.com/book/show/4406.East_of_Eden"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;. Seriously it's one of the best &lt;strike&gt;books&lt;/strike&gt; classics ever. (Third only to "The Bell Jar" and "As I Lay Dying")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's something that's not a classic in any way to anyone but me. I wrote it 6 months ago because I could:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ass kick city&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;Have a nice day! Uttered the perverted mouth of Jar Jar Banks. As he blew the heAD* of the giant ear. Blood oozed from the lobes and on to the toilet. Giant zombie ears, so disgusting. Jar Jar thought as he wiped the blood and sweet sweat from his brow. Gosh darn it I've gotta take a crap. So he did.&lt;br /&gt;The End&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;(*AD meant something but I've forgotten just what)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-171105703133171913?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/171105703133171913/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/02/please-just-ugh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/171105703133171913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/171105703133171913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/02/please-just-ugh.html' title='Please just ugh......'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-6689139910732681212</id><published>2011-02-21T23:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-21T23:33:12.347-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Feb's is such a weird month</title><content type='html'>So hard to forget about everyone, why must you still be brought into my mind ? To the first I'm sorry, maybe I could have saved you, maybe your just an actor but I just don't think so. To the second, you suck, make me a liar will you ? Can't I just forget. Guess not.&lt;br /&gt;Money. I always do a great job managing it until I have a little extra, then I'm way to reckless.&lt;br /&gt;Went to McAllister's Deli tonight, lot more people came out for this year's graduating class, congrats kids ! But I felt out of place in the crowd, it's like you belong but no one notices. I get that feeling alot. I'm part of the group but I'd be the first one voted off, and everyone knows it too.&lt;br /&gt;But I've got the best family in the world so I guess my island is more of a peninsula. &amp;lt; Ha really spelled that so pervertedly the first time.&lt;br /&gt;You get my drift I guess though. Found a sweet new band, I'll post more on them some other time though. &lt;br /&gt;But yeah I don't mean to be complaining, I'm reading my Bible more, I'm closer with God then I have been in quite awhile and I feel like a breakthrough is inevitable any time now......&lt;br /&gt;I've got a post maybe I'll post tomorrow I'd do it on epic... but the more controversial (inappropriate stuff) stuff goes here on WR.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-6689139910732681212?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/6689139910732681212/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/02/febs-is-such-weird-month.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/6689139910732681212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/6689139910732681212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/02/febs-is-such-weird-month.html' title='Feb&apos;s is such a weird month'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-8264948508116609017</id><published>2011-02-15T17:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-15T17:41:19.589-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Tattoo I wish to get someday !</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wLAam3Tb2Tc/TVsNqs-NFSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/OVcVFnUjL_E/s1600/tats2.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: auto; margin-right: auto;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wLAam3Tb2Tc/TVsNqs-NFSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/OVcVFnUjL_E/s1600/tats2.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;(Rough Draft)&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;So their is a rough draft of a tattoo I wish to get on my left shoulder/breast area above my heart. When I move out of the house. &lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;(Parent's rule, and yes when I move out I'm getting my lip pierced ! )&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Of course it'll be a whole lot better looking. The Heart will be much more realistic and proportioned better with the roses that will actually look somewhat real. And the fishhook will be more defined. But other then that you get the idea, and well at least I can draw some awesome looking barbed-wire !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-8264948508116609017?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/8264948508116609017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/02/tattoo-i-wish-to-get-someday.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/8264948508116609017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/8264948508116609017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/02/tattoo-i-wish-to-get-someday.html' title='Tattoo I wish to get someday !'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-wLAam3Tb2Tc/TVsNqs-NFSI/AAAAAAAAAGw/OVcVFnUjL_E/s72-c/tats2.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-6106016343921838570</id><published>2011-02-14T23:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-14T23:55:35.808-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Of my Fav Lyrics</title><content type='html'>Okay so this took me like 2 hours and I didn't add all of them I wanted too but I need to go to bed.They especially tharen't in any order, they're just the bands I started le first couple ooking up first. I tried not to include the full songs but a couple you just can't help !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only a few would I ever consider getting tattooed though... ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE COMMENT !!! :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;And the morning dove gets caught in the telephone wire.&lt;br /&gt;~ Thursday (Cross out the Eyes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mirror, mirror on the wall&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure who made you fall&lt;br /&gt;I don't remember anything&lt;br /&gt;~ He Is Legend (((Louds&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems so sad to call this home&lt;br /&gt;However, I've had time to think&lt;br /&gt;About the past and what went wrong&lt;br /&gt;I'm running out of ink&lt;br /&gt;~ He Is Legend (Do You Think I'm Pretty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left my mouth wide open&lt;br /&gt;It reminds me of you choking&lt;br /&gt;I never saw the horses when they lined beside your bed&lt;br /&gt;I never saw the officers but heard what they said&lt;br /&gt;~ He Is Legend (The Greatest Actor Alive Enters Stage Right)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You broke down all my walls&lt;br /&gt;I'll build them up again&lt;br /&gt;The battle's over now, my heart moves on&lt;br /&gt;~Haste The Day (The Closest Thing To Closure)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Walk on past me&lt;br /&gt;Never say my name again&lt;br /&gt;I see through you&lt;br /&gt;Your lies will no longer stand&lt;br /&gt;~Haste The Day (Walk On)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The innocent will rest in the peace they've been given. Paintings will sleep on the floor. Build walls of lonely dreams as beauty fades. I can't take this anymore.&lt;br /&gt;~Haste The Day (Mad Man)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With idle minds unconscious as the hunter stalks his prey&lt;br /&gt;His eyes, his eyes are locked on me&lt;br /&gt;~Haste The Day (Travesty)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It blinds my eyes to see you. It bleeds my hands to touch your face. It burns my ears to hear you. It mutes my tongue to say your name. Pulling out arrows from my calloused heart.&lt;br /&gt;Zao (Killing Cupid)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suspended by the Suspension of wires&lt;br /&gt;Zao (Suspend/Suspension)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They will hunt again. With years to plan. And sharpen there teeth. But no one knows. No one knows. Free the wolf from its cage. Watch him hunt. Stalk his prey.&lt;br /&gt;~Zao (How The Weak Are Free)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Every thing I had I gave to you&lt;br /&gt;Every time I tried I would lose&lt;br /&gt;Its hard not to shake with a gun in your mouth&lt;br /&gt;~ Zao (It's Hard Not To Shake With A Gun In Your Mouth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But there's no future in... in being a dinosaur, and...&lt;br /&gt;and there's no future in the way I have been living.&lt;br /&gt;~Norma Jean (Innocent Bystanders United)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like you know the words but you can't hear the music&lt;br /&gt;You've lived a lie for so long, now you believe it&lt;br /&gt;You're shooting silver bullets and taking magic pills&lt;br /&gt;~Norma Jean (Self Employed Chemist)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me all your secrets&lt;br /&gt;I promise I'll be listening, and if you ever come back home I'll be waiting patiently&lt;br /&gt;Tell me nothing sacred. I promise I won't hear a word, and if you ever come back home&lt;br /&gt;I won't act so patiently&lt;br /&gt;Black feathers and an unannounced call.&lt;br /&gt;These things go hand in hand, like talking to you and the intake of glass&lt;br /&gt;I hope this knife in my hand speaks for itself...&lt;br /&gt;~Norma Jean (...Discipline Your Daughters)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The time has come for you&lt;br /&gt;To sit this one out&lt;br /&gt;To fit inside your mold&lt;br /&gt;Would be to sell myself short&lt;br /&gt;~UnderOATH (You're Ever So Inviting)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hold your head up high and know it's not the end of the road&lt;br /&gt;Walk down this beaten path before you pack your things and head home&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the road you'll find what you've been longing for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know 'cause my feet have scars to show&lt;br /&gt;I was lost with vague direction and no place to call home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's time for you to press on&lt;br /&gt;This is not your war&lt;br /&gt;Set your sights to North and press on&lt;br /&gt;This is not your escape&lt;br /&gt;Wash away what they thought of you&lt;br /&gt;Because in this place, we're all as good as dead&lt;br /&gt;...end cycle...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Behind the mask you'll find yourself alone&lt;br /&gt;It's not the end of the road for you&lt;br /&gt;~UnderOATH (To Whom It May Concern)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all want to be somebody&lt;br /&gt;right now were just looking for the exit&lt;br /&gt;this is the way i would have done things&lt;br /&gt;up against the wall&lt;br /&gt;youve got me up against your wall&lt;br /&gt;~UnderOATH (Reinvinting Your Exit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You always amazed me&lt;br /&gt;But thats the past&lt;br /&gt;I kept silent and it rained for days&lt;br /&gt;My inside were drenched&lt;br /&gt;But I guess that's the part of growing up&lt;br /&gt;I never wanted to learn&lt;br /&gt;And I grew into the man&lt;br /&gt;That you never knew&lt;br /&gt;But I wouldn't be this way&lt;br /&gt;If it wasn't for you&lt;br /&gt;100 thank you's&lt;br /&gt;It this is love&lt;br /&gt;Fairy tales never came true&lt;br /&gt;Judies are black in full bloom&lt;br /&gt;And I died in the womb&lt;br /&gt;Take it back, all that's gone&lt;br /&gt;It's all still there like you left it&lt;br /&gt;December stayed the same&lt;br /&gt;Nothing ever changed but you&lt;br /&gt;Every little dream covered in dents&lt;br /&gt;Love can't fly tonight&lt;br /&gt;Couples will rest, I'll be sleepless&lt;br /&gt;So cry yourself to sleep&lt;br /&gt;This is about broken hearts&lt;br /&gt;This is about me&lt;br /&gt;Bending again for nothing&lt;br /&gt;I'd run to you but pain awaits&lt;br /&gt;I'm coming home&lt;br /&gt;But I'll be late&lt;br /&gt;No deeper than imagination can be&lt;br /&gt;Sight with nothing to see&lt;br /&gt;What's faith if I can't believe&lt;br /&gt;It's everything&lt;br /&gt;A cure, but I make it a disease&lt;br /&gt;God take me because I hate me&lt;br /&gt;~UnderOATH (Alone In December)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe love will find us again&lt;br /&gt;for there is always tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;~UnderOATH (When The Sun Sleeps)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your scarlet soaked and bold and the sheep's eyes locked to mine, sink to my bones.&lt;br /&gt;Though your lips still drip, intentions, they keep me wanting more...&lt;br /&gt;It's rising against all the walls we built for falling.&lt;br /&gt;All the walls we built just stand in vain to draw you near.&lt;br /&gt;It's the wool to hide the wolves.&lt;br /&gt;And under these toes from where we last spoke, Your words laid so firm.&lt;br /&gt;But I did not shed that skin like You said.&lt;br /&gt;When the mason neglects the mortar, looks become deceiving&lt;br /&gt;and when the bricks start to fall, I'll be the one crawling down this road so dark.&lt;br /&gt;Vices like vipers&lt;br /&gt;Speak in whispers.&lt;br /&gt;My heel's the meat to sink their teeth,&lt;br /&gt;Like the viper I kept when You said, "Let go!"&lt;br /&gt;This is what it took for me to see.&lt;br /&gt;WHEN I AM GOD this church is unsound.&lt;br /&gt;Slithering in the shade of a sinking church,&lt;br /&gt;Surprise is no excuse for the traps that you left in the wake of warning.&lt;br /&gt;So this is the warning, You fall to learn.&lt;br /&gt;And to the girls,&lt;br /&gt;You're worth more than the cheap words.&lt;br /&gt;You see your body as beauty, but your pulse is worth more.&lt;br /&gt;Hear me, it's not what it seems, though the feeding tastes of honesty.&lt;br /&gt;This is the warning, you're just a hit to coax my urgency.&lt;br /&gt;Why do we keep what holds us? Why do I keep what holds me down?&lt;br /&gt;Lose the weight of defeat. It's time to stand your ground!&lt;br /&gt;Vices like vipers&lt;br /&gt;Speak in whispers.&lt;br /&gt;My heel's the meat to sink their teeth,&lt;br /&gt;Like the viper&lt;br /&gt;I kept when You said, "Let go!"&lt;br /&gt;Since all the alibis of ignorance are void...&lt;br /&gt;This, my lust, the pornos and the sluts.&lt;br /&gt;Take, my lust, this world's Love.&lt;br /&gt;Great Counselor, take what's left.&lt;br /&gt;Great Counselor, take what's left of me&lt;br /&gt;~ Oh,Sleeper (Vice Like Vipers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This air won't fill my lungs!"&lt;br /&gt;Because you should be breathing blood.&lt;br /&gt;See, this death, it was your victory so...&lt;br /&gt;"Teach me to fill my lungs!" ...never stop breathing blood.&lt;br /&gt;~ Oh,Sleeper (Breathing Blood)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we have chosen to live against the grain&lt;br /&gt;then why are we all facing the same way?&lt;br /&gt;~As I Lay Dying (The Sound Of Truth)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now this is who we are&lt;br /&gt;I'll never know the answers&lt;br /&gt;And I'll always wonder why&lt;br /&gt;But You have let me start again&lt;br /&gt;I'd rather be called weak&lt;br /&gt;Then die thinking I was strong&lt;br /&gt;~As I Lay Dying (This Is Who We Are)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is this your salvation?&lt;br /&gt;is this all you can give?&lt;br /&gt;I will not stand in reflection&lt;br /&gt;of someone else’s dream&lt;br /&gt;~As I Lay Dying (An Ocean Between Us)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I know as I hammered those nails into your beautiful hands&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes still try to search for mine, but I look away&lt;br /&gt;Now your eyes are the only thing that can save me&lt;br /&gt;I'm still afraid of them piercing&lt;br /&gt;~Blindside (Pitiful)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought about fire in the sky&lt;br /&gt;I thought about fire&lt;br /&gt;I thought about love burning in your eye&lt;br /&gt;I thought about fire&lt;br /&gt;~Blindside (About A Burning Fire)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If the fire burns out will it ever light up again&lt;br /&gt;It's been so long since I've seen your eyes this cold&lt;br /&gt;When did you let them step in&lt;br /&gt;When did you let them take control&lt;br /&gt;~Chasing Victory (Unrequited Love)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Face and embrace.&lt;br /&gt;When decisions lead up to consequence.&lt;br /&gt;I force down the drain&lt;br /&gt;any remnants left I let slip away.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because of all the things I couldn’t say to you.&lt;br /&gt;Because of all the things I couldn’t say to you.&lt;br /&gt;Because of all&lt;br /&gt;~Comeback Kid (Because Of All)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall again.&lt;br /&gt;Idolize the harvest we hold.&lt;br /&gt;I've left enslaved.&lt;br /&gt;So tragic.&lt;br /&gt;Impressed.&lt;br /&gt;Lost love.&lt;br /&gt;~ The Chariot (Impress)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take it all back.Take it all back.&lt;br /&gt;Is this the fashion, "Medic" painted on a white dress or is this the formal crowd?&lt;br /&gt;~ The Chariot (Daggers)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling cold, feeling empty. Set the stage, where you want me.&lt;br /&gt;And this crowd right before me doesn’t care that I’m dying.&lt;br /&gt;And the audience stands with their eyes fixed on the preconceived version of me.&lt;br /&gt;I’m so betrayed by your hopes, but I will not hide myself for your peace of mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but Child. I’ve got Vices like any other man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raise a boy to a cynic. Take his love, and then let it turn into something passionate.&lt;br /&gt;Something sick, something rabid.&lt;br /&gt;And I vent to keep myself from caving. I don’t hate you, I just hate where I’m heading.&lt;br /&gt;I’m left here asking, when did I trade in my bleeding heart for a selfish win?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but Mother. I’ve got Vices like any other man.&lt;br /&gt;Vices that you’re not used to. Vices that’ll make you think less of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leave me numb. Leave me jaded. She’s a dream, I just play dead.&lt;br /&gt;I’ve been blessed, I’ve been hated. She’s the constant, and I’m her addict.&lt;br /&gt;She’s the only peace in this world, uneasy.&lt;br /&gt;While I bite my tongue to keep from breaking the heart that I’ve spent my whole life seeking.&lt;br /&gt;The only heart I’ve ever needed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but Lover. I’ve got Vices like any other man.&lt;br /&gt;Vices that you’re not used to. Vices that’ll make you think...&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but Lover. I’ve got Vices like any other man.&lt;br /&gt;Vices that you’re not used to. Vices that’ll make you think less of me. Less of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling cold, feeling empty. I am low, unworthy.&lt;br /&gt;Bleed the God. Bleed the blessing. Like a vulture feasting.&lt;br /&gt;I’ll exist as if I don’t feel conviction of my ignorance to my perfect prison.&lt;br /&gt;But I feel the stabs on my wrists and ankles every time I try...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To forget you. To forget you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, but Jesus. I’ve got Vices like any other man.&lt;br /&gt;Vices that you’re so used to. Vices that won’t make you think less of me&lt;br /&gt;~ Dead Poetic (Vices)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watch the walls fall down on Suburbia.&lt;br /&gt;Land of the free, home of the self-enslaved.&lt;br /&gt;On you.&lt;br /&gt;I watched them bleed, I watched them fall to their face.&lt;br /&gt;I watched them scream as they pray for a taste.&lt;br /&gt;Of you. (Watching the walls fall down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I won't fall on the knife that killed the American dream.&lt;br /&gt;~ Dead Poetic (Arlington Arms)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought you had me forever.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm sure you thought the same about me.&lt;br /&gt;And I'm sorry, so sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Winter's come early this year.&lt;br /&gt;Like a bird in the rain, I've tortured my everything.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rain falls, and I never meant to leave you standing.&lt;br /&gt;~Dead Poetic (Tell Myself Goodbye)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cried, when you died&lt;br /&gt;When you told me you'd open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;When you cried, when you died&lt;br /&gt;When you told me you'd open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;~Dead Poetic (Burgandy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you cried, when you died&lt;br /&gt;When you told me you'd open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;When you cried, when you died&lt;br /&gt;When you told me you'd open my eyes&lt;br /&gt;~Dead Poetic (Self-Destruct And Die)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My hands seem to deceive me&lt;br /&gt;When I'm nervous or when I'm healthy.&lt;br /&gt;The scenery's all drawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They hang here from the walls dear,&lt;br /&gt;Painting pictures, bleeding colors,&lt;br /&gt;Blanket the windows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes it gets so hard to breathe.&lt;br /&gt;Your eyes can see right through me.&lt;br /&gt;~Emery (Walls)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your hair and face against the mirror&lt;br /&gt;as i take the steps to save what's left of me&lt;br /&gt;someone's out when it's over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people steal from you&lt;br /&gt;and they take anything they choose&lt;br /&gt;~Emery (Fractions)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got a story here to tell,&lt;br /&gt;so you better listen well.&lt;br /&gt;some old lady in a church,&lt;br /&gt;got a nickel in her purse.&lt;br /&gt;You were rich, she was poor.&lt;br /&gt;You dropped some fifties on the floor.&lt;br /&gt;She dropped her nickel with a clank,&lt;br /&gt;she was thinkin' Third World Think Tank.&lt;br /&gt;~Five Iron Frenzy (Third World Think Tank)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got to get out of this game&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I knew you better&lt;br /&gt;This wouldn't have happend&lt;br /&gt;I wish you knew me better&lt;br /&gt;This shouldn't have happened&lt;br /&gt;~Lucerin Blue (Game)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Poet and the painter casting shadows on the water&lt;br /&gt;as the sun plays on the infantry returning from the sea.&lt;br /&gt;The do-er and the thinker: no allowance for the other&lt;br /&gt;as the failing light illuminates the mercenary's creed.&lt;br /&gt;~Jethro Tull (Thick As A Brick)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the water from the rivers will flow into the ocean like my heart pumps the blood to the tips of my fingers.&lt;br /&gt;~Once Nothing (Dust Of A Town)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this song by the glow of streetlights.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is passed out.&lt;br /&gt;I'm Waiting for the sky to catch fire so I can keep moving.&lt;br /&gt;~Once Nothing (Juliet, Or At Least What's Left Of Her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You'll never know how close I came.&lt;br /&gt;With a mouthful of blood I'll spit out every word I never said.&lt;br /&gt;~Once Nothing (The Truth About Me Or Someone Like Me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had to eat my dinner there&lt;br /&gt;Mashed potatoes and stuff like that&lt;br /&gt;~Nirvana (Silver)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Languages must be organic because like flies they fall and die,&lt;br /&gt;Music now sleeps with Latin and Aramaic,&lt;br /&gt;~Showbread (The Bell Jar)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gregor starved to death, No one dies of loneliness&lt;br /&gt;~Showbread (Sampsa Meets Kafka)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is so that my transgressions have born a withered fruit,&lt;br /&gt;the sun has scorched the rising plans;&lt;br /&gt;alas they have no root, the bleached bones of animals bound by leather strips,&lt;br /&gt;dance through the air with laughter as i wield this wicked whip,&lt;br /&gt;as you did warn me carpenter, this world has weakened my heart,&lt;br /&gt;so easily i disparage, self-seeking the work of my art,&lt;br /&gt;and there you have come to me at the moment i bathe in my sorrow,&lt;br /&gt;so in love with myself, sought after avoiding tomorrow,&lt;br /&gt;where do you find the love to offer he who betrays you?&lt;br /&gt;and offer to wash my feet as i offer to disobey you,&lt;br /&gt;your beauty does bereave me, and how my words do fail,&lt;br /&gt;so faithfully and dutifully i award you with betrayal,&lt;br /&gt;the weak and the down trodden fall on broken legs,&lt;br /&gt;as i walk past a smile i cast, fervor in my stead,&lt;br /&gt;but my bones like plastic, do buckle backward now,&lt;br /&gt;i lay in this field by Judas' bowels and anticipate the plow,&lt;br /&gt;i can not be forgiven; my wages will be paid,&lt;br /&gt;for those more lovely and admirable is least among the saved,&lt;br /&gt;and where would i fit Jesus?&lt;br /&gt;what place is left for me?&lt;br /&gt;the price of atonement is more than i've found to offer up as my plea,&lt;br /&gt;Jesus my heart is all i have to give to you, so weak and so unworthy,&lt;br /&gt;this simply will not do, no alabaster jar, no diamond in the rough,&lt;br /&gt;for your body that was broken, how can this be enough?&lt;br /&gt;by me you were abandoned, by me you were betrayed,&lt;br /&gt;yet in your arms and in your heart forever i have stayed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your glory illuminates my life, and no darkness will descend,&lt;br /&gt;for you have loved me forever, and your love will never end&lt;br /&gt;~Showbread w/Reese Roper (Matthias Replaces Judas)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sing with me child, as my ears are bleeding,&lt;br /&gt;The dreams that have now seemed so fleeting,&lt;br /&gt;Still your cradle, with no effort sways,&lt;br /&gt;Where this monochromatic record is played,&lt;br /&gt;And I’ll purse my lips and blow kisses goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;It’s so easy if you never ask why,&lt;br /&gt;My lungs will contract and give up a brief sigh,&lt;br /&gt;Shall we say an appendage has finally died?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is it easier to go on with a smile,&lt;br /&gt;With faltering ease, and talk for a while,&lt;br /&gt;Words fall from your mouth and are lost on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;And I can’t go on singing anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the tale you tell, oh the web that you’ve spun,&lt;br /&gt;And the salt that was sprinkled on the things you have done,&lt;br /&gt;Makes the anger oh so sweet, makes the world fall at your feet,&lt;br /&gt;Makes the pity that you pour over your head quite a treat,&lt;br /&gt;So go ahead and cry, and go ahead and lie,&lt;br /&gt;Begin every sentence that you vomit with “I”,&lt;br /&gt;And then Jesus will forgive you, but oh what can I do,&lt;br /&gt;To see if there’s enough forgiveness left for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in all of Israel, father did you see someone who seeks himself so perfectly,&lt;br /&gt;The Pharisees would be content at the sight of me,&lt;br /&gt;The snakes would wrap around me and we’d dance across the sea,&lt;br /&gt;To ridicule you there and to spit upon your face,&lt;br /&gt;Unsheathe this wicked tongue, and invite disgrace,&lt;br /&gt;Isn’t that the goal that I’ve always pursued?&lt;br /&gt;While I beg you, lord to be used for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under a light in Bethlehem I was sifting through the sand,&lt;br /&gt;The saline burned my eyes, I was looking for your hand,&lt;br /&gt;I gave up on myself, and left this pride disarmed,&lt;br /&gt;I cried out “I’m alone!” and found myself in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in me oh my love,&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you before the world began,&lt;br /&gt;Rest in me oh my love,&lt;br /&gt;You will never to wander too far to reach my hand,&lt;br /&gt;Did they not murder you?&lt;br /&gt;Did they not see you die?&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on a tree as the life had left your eyes,&lt;br /&gt;Did we not torture you?&lt;br /&gt;Smiling as you died,&lt;br /&gt;Or is it that you killed death itself, and now you are alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won’t find you there, lying with yourself,&lt;br /&gt;Sleep under a rock until your mouth is full of insects,&lt;br /&gt;I won’t look for you, praying to your ceiling,&lt;br /&gt;Swallow every snake and sing of your mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;Put lipstick on your mirror,&lt;br /&gt;Cry into your hands&lt;br /&gt;~Showbread (And The Smokers Children Shall Be Cast Down)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so I am the prince of sounds that make ears ring&lt;br /&gt;my princess kiss me with your sweet lips and lo,&lt;br /&gt;my heart will sing if art is in yourself,&lt;br /&gt;or in a class at school if art is ego and selfishness,&lt;br /&gt;and at the mercy of primitive tools we sing sweet good-byes in screams and screeches&lt;br /&gt;and bury these knives in your heart&lt;br /&gt;no paintings or poems to let you live on&lt;br /&gt;we've seen the last of art&lt;br /&gt;~Showbread (Stabbing Art To Death)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am made of parts that freeze and ligaments that atrophy&lt;br /&gt;Though they look they’ll never see&lt;br /&gt;They don’t know something’s wrong with me&lt;br /&gt;And just as well, I’ll never tell what’s underneath the scales&lt;br /&gt;I’ve worn to thin to honor you, my every effort fails&lt;br /&gt;Bury me with Israel and cover up my tracks&lt;br /&gt;Leave not a trace of what I was, I’m never coming back&lt;br /&gt;And if you’re mercy falls upon he whose blood is cold&lt;br /&gt;Unearth me with your hands of love and never break your hold&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of ones like me&lt;br /&gt;Who need to see the truth&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is never truth indeed&lt;br /&gt;The truth is only you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus bless the crocodiles, forgive the cobras and all the snakes&lt;br /&gt;Open up your arms to carry all of our mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Suck the venom from every bite and vomit every drop&lt;br /&gt;Some of us may bite your hand but some of us will not&lt;br /&gt;And every knee will bow before you, each forked tongue confess&lt;br /&gt;My selfishness will rot in me and I will seek your rest&lt;br /&gt;Still some lizards flee from you, ashamed of all they’ve been&lt;br /&gt;So Jesus take myself from me, never bring it back again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The world is full of ones like me, who need to see the truth&lt;br /&gt;But the truth is never truth indeed, the truth is only you&lt;br /&gt;The world will soon become extinct, the age will pass away&lt;br /&gt;And all will know that you are God, hallowed be your name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus bless the crocodiles, forgive the cobras and all the snakes&lt;br /&gt;Open up your arms to carry all of our mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Forgive the basilisk, forgive the moccasins and adders too&lt;br /&gt;Have mercy on each alligator that never lived for you&lt;br /&gt;I myself hatched from an egg, no white light from above&lt;br /&gt;Just another ancient serpent that never earned your love&lt;br /&gt;But still you find me underneath the rocks and in the ground&lt;br /&gt;I cowered there just short of air and never made a sound&lt;br /&gt;It’s true that I’m in love with you, and even in my shame&lt;br /&gt;You wipe away the imperfections and take away the pain&lt;br /&gt;You wrap your loving arms around this wretched thing called me&lt;br /&gt;Your love is all I’ll ever need, your love has set me free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The truth is only you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk the world on insect legs beneath an unforgiving sun&lt;br /&gt;Eat the dirt throughout my days On the dirt and dirt I come undone&lt;br /&gt;Messiah born in Bethlehem won't find me lying there&lt;br /&gt;The world's too big for him to see me or hear the things I've said&lt;br /&gt;Hold me to you as I pray, Take the rest of the world away&lt;br /&gt;My blood runs warm because of you, The scales fall out of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;I laughed in the keep of a man with a rose my mandibles are caked in trash&lt;br /&gt;Thought you wouldn't recognize me, in the black of soot and ash&lt;br /&gt;Don't turn deaf into my voice, but one thing I want you to know:&lt;br /&gt;I have always loved you though my life has never said so&lt;br /&gt;Hold me to you as I pray, Take the rest of the world away&lt;br /&gt;My blood runs warm because of you, The scales fall out of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;Hold me to you as I pray, Take every other thing away&lt;br /&gt;My heart is breaking out for you, The scales are out of my eyes&lt;br /&gt;~Showbread (Age Of Reptiles + Age Of Insects)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You love the men who drove nails through your wrists&lt;br /&gt;I know enough to know that love does exist&lt;br /&gt;if you bled for the fakes that are just like me&lt;br /&gt;why do I want to make all the fakes bleed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, forgive us...&lt;br /&gt;we know not what we do&lt;br /&gt;Jesus have mercy on us,&lt;br /&gt;I am what I hate, but I want to be just like you&lt;br /&gt;~Showbread (Your Friends Are Fake)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've locked your personal things in a box&lt;br /&gt;And if you try to scream I won't ever tell&lt;br /&gt;I won't ever tell&lt;br /&gt;These hives, they break into your skin like a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This paper posed as photographs&lt;br /&gt;This promise snapped with time elapsed&lt;br /&gt;You think you do, but you don't know me at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last chance to find what we believe&lt;br /&gt;I hope you save those you've deceived&lt;br /&gt;You think you do, but you don't know me at all&lt;br /&gt;~Sullivan (F-Stop)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet another day seems like it’s wasted&lt;br /&gt;You don’t feel you’re any closer to the prize&lt;br /&gt;A dead end job where there’s no future&lt;br /&gt;Praying that tomorrow things won’t be this way&lt;br /&gt;Things will get better this I promise you&lt;br /&gt;And I know that you won’t feel this way forever&lt;br /&gt;Things will get better this I promise you&lt;br /&gt;And I know loneliness won’t last forever&lt;br /&gt;Yet another day, another tired morning&lt;br /&gt;You’re catching up to your intentions&lt;br /&gt;You’re thinking life has to be easier than this&lt;br /&gt;Maybe tomorrow things won’t be this way&lt;br /&gt;Loneliness won’t last forever&lt;br /&gt;I promise with all that’s in me to leave this emptiness behind&lt;br /&gt;~ Spoken (Promise)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-6106016343921838570?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/6106016343921838570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/02/some-of-my-fav-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/6106016343921838570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/6106016343921838570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/02/some-of-my-fav-lyrics.html' title='Some Of my Fav Lyrics'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-5979620491996667949</id><published>2011-02-09T12:13:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-09T12:16:14.076-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Nirvana inspired'/><title type='text'>Fix</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold; font-family: webdings;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;And we can do coke of the blade of a knife.&lt;br /&gt;Until our eyes go blind. Until we go blind.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-5979620491996667949?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/5979620491996667949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/02/fix.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/5979620491996667949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/5979620491996667949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/02/fix.html' title='Fix'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-329412269986173067</id><published>2011-02-08T23:20:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-02-08T23:28:07.949-06:00</updated><title type='text'>One thing</title><content type='html'>One thing about girls is sure, and it's the only thing you can ever be sure of when it comes to girls.&lt;br /&gt;Their is no know &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;exact&lt;/span&gt; translation that can convey exactly what they want you to know. You'll read it one way and it'll always wind up being the other translation. Nope they mess with you and they don't even mean to it just happens, because us guys just can't figure it out. It's like putting me or you in the midst of an unknown tribe who's language has never been heard by anyone else in 10,000 years and still they expect you to not only recieve their message, but to also act on it. Yea it's a pretty impossible task but alas, I guess it's a worthy enough cause.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-329412269986173067?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/329412269986173067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-thing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/329412269986173067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/329412269986173067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/02/one-thing.html' title='One thing'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-4604475732612553829</id><published>2011-01-17T15:32:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2011-01-17T15:44:00.585-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well</title><content type='html'>It's been 47 days since my so called "friend" blocked me on facebook and twitter, and after sending an email and a text, well......we still don't know why. Yep, I might as well be a ghost. To tell you the truth it still hurts a little. This person made me think maybe having freinds might be good. But now I'm not so sure. And since this person proved me to be a liar, well I'll keep the lies up. I'm writing that book I said I wouldn't, of course you won't recall that conversation because you can't remember ! The names will be changed. And I'm still not name dropping.... but seriously even the most casul reader of this blog could figure it out !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Other then that I'm stuck up here in Rocheport with my grandpa, as he recovers from back surgery, so yeah it's pretty strange. Also since we last talked I read the book Catcher In The Rye and let me just say Houlden and me kind of think alike, pretty scary huh ? Also the book As I Lay Dying is a great read, I've decided to live my life the sXe way, and yesterday was the first day I'd drank anything but Pepsi in 5 days. (I drank water).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I'll post again tonight maybe.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-4604475732612553829?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/4604475732612553829/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/01/well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/4604475732612553829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/4604475732612553829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2011/01/well.html' title='Well'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-9034765281155866288</id><published>2010-12-05T22:08:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T22:10:21.121-06:00</updated><title type='text'>A Christmas Beer Poem</title><content type='html'>&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Jesus gave us Christmas,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;Christmas gave us beer,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;and beer is what we drink,&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;this time of year&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-9034765281155866288?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/9034765281155866288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-beer-poem.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/9034765281155866288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/9034765281155866288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/12/christmas-beer-poem.html' title='A Christmas Beer Poem'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-15362453672854683</id><published>2010-12-01T19:30:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-12-01T19:35:39.552-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Blocked !!!!</title><content type='html'>Yep good ole me has had two people block me on facebook and twitter. It'd be completely understandable if my former friend would just tell me why. But nope nothing but silence on theirend. Bizarre. So since I won't name names...... or will I...... Well for now I'm just going about it as the bad ass Christian who got blocked for being to awesome !  If they don't want to tell you why they suddenly don't like you, well what do you do then ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-15362453672854683?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/15362453672854683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/12/blocked.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/15362453672854683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/15362453672854683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/12/blocked.html' title='Blocked !!!!'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-2355201408997977566</id><published>2010-11-17T23:17:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T00:25:08.496-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cliche' d and left for Toast</title><content type='html'>Well the good news with the arrival of my The Wedding shirt is from now on I should have enough band tees to make sure that's all I'll wear. Also had a good day at work and even though I had a rough week last week I figured out until I get a set answer it's best just to keep going like nothing ever happened. Also I'll be dropping a big announcement later this week, I wish it had to do with me joining a band as I have a bazillion band names (some of which aren't appropriate but they make the point crystal clear !). But none the less big news if you care about my life so that should be like 3 people maybe. :/&lt;br /&gt;Anyway I've got to get to bed it's almost midnight and I'm volunteering at the food bank tomorrow, so I guess in closing the highlight of the day was only getting passed 5 or so times on my way to work this morning instead of the usual 8+ as no one on HWY 50 cares that the speed limit is 65 !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Night ya'lls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center; font-style: italic;"&gt;Plunge us into the deep&lt;br /&gt;Left anchored with dreams&lt;br /&gt;As death finds us pleading&lt;br /&gt;For all we believed in&lt;br /&gt;We breathe in the sea&lt;br /&gt;And our lungs feel deceived&lt;br /&gt;Cause the drowning can’t leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ungrateful, the lifeless, the ocean held in sway&lt;br /&gt;Torrential, a creature but for faith&lt;br /&gt;As we breathe in and lash out, a juggernaut of days&lt;br /&gt;Release us into death, oh release us this age&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Death Finds Us Breathing ~ The Showdown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-2355201408997977566?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/2355201408997977566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/11/cliche-d-and-left-for-toast.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/2355201408997977566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/2355201408997977566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/11/cliche-d-and-left-for-toast.html' title='Cliche&apos; d and left for Toast'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-6113321356295050811</id><published>2010-11-16T22:02:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T22:35:22.629-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Living Like A Rockstar</title><content type='html'>Ok so it should be pretty obvious I'm no rockstar, yet ! And of course being a rockstar in the sense that pops into the average person's heads isn't what I'd want at all. It would mean I was a sellout. No I want to be the guy in the semi-famous band who scrapes by tour by tour but still makes quality music until the end. Of course making it as big as Underoath or As I Lay Dying wouldn't be a bad thing. :)&lt;br /&gt; But anyway I bring this up because of what I had to eat today,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Breakfast: two sausages and some Doritos&lt;br /&gt;Lunch: two peanut butter sandwiches containing just peanut butter on bread&lt;br /&gt;Dinner: Taco Bell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So there you have it, I also took some vitamins to make it a more balanced diet. Other then that I just spent the day at work cleaning up the church. You'd be amazed how much dust gets on the top of fan blades, you'd think the spinning would knock part of it of but alas that is not the case. Also changed a light and cleaned the windows so that by the end of the day my hands smelled like Windex and I couldn't get that smell out for the longest time.  So yeah I'm working part time at the church as the custodian/maintenance guy 20 hours a week. Definitely better then nothing but I'd love to find a more substantial job, although I did get an offer to come back to work with Bonnie's this spring and it even includes a bit of a pay raise. It's a fun job, pretty nice pay, and it's real easy, long days but the thrill of stocking shelves with plants, traveling, and interacting with people makes it a pretty sweet gig. The only downside is it's a four month job and I'd kind of like to find something more permanent. I mean the fact that I'm 19 and still haven't figured out what to do with my life is pretty unnerving. But the good news is as soon as I can get my hands on a cheap car I'll get my driver's license (parallel parking in a Suburban is kind of holding me back). But once I get that out of the way maybe they'll be hiring barge workers again which would be a pretty incredible job, being a flight attendant would be great to but they don't make much at all. :P And then their is always the ever bearing idea to run of to Florida or vagabond around the country, maybe even go to college who knows.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodnight sweetheart, the stitches are coming apart. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ray W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You broke down all my walls&lt;br /&gt;I'll build them up again&lt;br /&gt;The battle's over now, my heart moves on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The Closest Thing To Closure &lt;/span&gt;~ Haste The Day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h4&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/h4&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-6113321356295050811?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/6113321356295050811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/11/living-like-rockstar.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/6113321356295050811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/6113321356295050811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/11/living-like-rockstar.html' title='Living Like A Rockstar'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-1855137138808858444</id><published>2010-11-15T13:15:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T13:16:29.894-06:00</updated><title type='text'>* Sad Song Of The Wisconsin Dells *</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;You lied when you said I'd die before I awoke&lt;br /&gt;Left to face the future of ash and smoke&lt;br /&gt;Sticks and stones all too vain to break my bones&lt;br /&gt;I'd shatter the sacred stained glass for a chance to make this pass&lt;br /&gt;The shards cut deeply but pain can't chase out pain&lt;br /&gt;I win because you failed me&lt;br /&gt;I lose because you once cared&lt;br /&gt;This is the sad song that haunts the dells&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-1855137138808858444?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/1855137138808858444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/11/sad-song-of-wisconsin-dells.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/1855137138808858444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/1855137138808858444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/11/sad-song-of-wisconsin-dells.html' title='* Sad Song Of The Wisconsin Dells *'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-7432279507913427928</id><published>2010-10-23T23:12:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-23T23:20:44.668-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Todays promised post</title><content type='html'>Yes I know I said I'd post something controversial today but I just ran out of time. I even thought about posting random thoughts about what I'd look for in a girlfriend and what I'd like my future to be. But alas talk of Capitol Punishment and girlfriends is being postponed until a later date. Probable not tomorrow because I've got to usher at church and attend an alumni party. I've also got to finish East Of Eden because it's got to go back to the library and I've got to finish Germ because I've had it forever. (sorry)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey Mizzou beat Oklahoma so what more could one want ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-7432279507913427928?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/7432279507913427928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/10/todays-promised-post.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/7432279507913427928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/7432279507913427928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/10/todays-promised-post.html' title='Todays promised post'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-1384713477954543526</id><published>2010-10-22T22:23:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-22T22:54:53.642-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Smoking Ban Jefferson City</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Well up for a vote November 2nd is ole Jefferson City is a smoking ban. I hate smoking it freaking screws you up, I mean think of what your doing to yourself. Also smoking is nasty as all get out, whether it's the secondhand smoke that is assaulting an innocent bystanders senses or tossing their butts on the ground making sure the streets have enough crap to make sure they are labeled an eye sore. Yes smoking sucks.&lt;br /&gt;And here's the twist in the story. The ban would not only affect restaurants, and bars, but also private clubs like the Elks, Eagles, VFW, etc.&lt;br /&gt;And that is the problem.&lt;br /&gt;Like I said earlier, there is nothing like getting smacked in the face by a complete stranger.&lt;br /&gt;But still when you are limiting what a private club can do, is that not the start of maybe something more ? What are they going to tell you not to do in own establishment next ?&lt;br /&gt;It's a stab at one's personal opinion if you ask me.&lt;br /&gt;And while we're defending personal freedoms............ screw public dominion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS. Tomorrow I'll post something 100X more controversial, and then you'll probable hate me. But that'll be on you. haha&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-1384713477954543526?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/1384713477954543526/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/10/smoking-ban-jefferson-city.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/1384713477954543526'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/1384713477954543526'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/10/smoking-ban-jefferson-city.html' title='Smoking Ban Jefferson City'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-596293635420722238</id><published>2010-10-18T21:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-18T21:59:18.612-05:00</updated><title type='text'>10 - 18 - 10</title><content type='html'>Well I had a big fancy post idea in my head but then like the leaves outside it fell and landed somewhere, so that no one could find it amongst it's fallen breathern.&lt;br /&gt;So I just figured I'd do a quick post about my day, I guess judging by the turnout of likes on Facebook, the high point of my day would be finding $3 wadded up in a pair of socks. And that is great because getting likes on FB is always fun. But in a way it just shows how much I don't care for change. I mean if it's a $10 bill or more I put it right in my wallet, but a couple dollars and some change I just wad it up and throw it in my pocket. Or I guess socks in this case.&lt;br /&gt;The rest of the day I spent reading East Of Eden by the incredible John Steinbeck in my hammock while leaves fell rapidly from the trees.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and if you care I exercised, and watched Regular Show, Mad, and Total Drama World Tour.&lt;br /&gt;And not to forget the new underOATH song In Division, and the fact that I suddenly tweet quite a bunch. In fact Twitter is where I post my thoughts, Facebook is where I post the more polished of those thoughts.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and it's Twitter.com/roretc in case you wanted to know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-596293635420722238?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/596293635420722238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/10/10-18-10.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/596293635420722238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/596293635420722238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/10/10-18-10.html' title='10 - 18 - 10'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-5420307508844072862</id><published>2010-10-14T20:32:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-14T21:04:41.599-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jobs and Twits</title><content type='html'>Well the big news of the day is I called up a local Diner in town because they were hiring. So I ask them if they are still hiring. They say yes, so I ask were I could get an application.&lt;br /&gt;And she says just drop by "anytime" we're open and pick one up. So about an two hours later I make it into town, to the diner and I ask for an application.&lt;br /&gt;Well the waitress looks confused, so she asks another waitress in some foreign tongue something. What it was, I have no clue. Anyway she then returns to me and says to wait just a minute. So a little latter maybe five minutes or so, this younger guy guessing 30's, Greek ancestry comes and tells me that they aren't taking applications but only doing face to face  interviews from 2 - 4:30 and that I had just missed it. (It was 4:42) Now if only the person I had originally called would have told me that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway here lately, I've been having almost bi-polar thoughts, one moment I'm completely content and the next not so much. But I shan't and won't go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well you've read this much so I might as well tell you that #youknowitsgoodsex is trending right now on Twitter. Strange considering there are 12 year olds on there (Justin Beiber). But heck what do I know, I'm just a single "Christian" guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-5420307508844072862?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/5420307508844072862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/10/jobs-and-twits.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/5420307508844072862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/5420307508844072862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/10/jobs-and-twits.html' title='Jobs and Twits'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-5376985561937626479</id><published>2010-10-12T22:57:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-12T23:16:10.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>روز من به زبان فارسی (My Day In Persian)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;روز من به زبان فارسی&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(My Day In Persian)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today I worked at the mobile food pantry. There also happens to be a guy at the pantry who is a super wonderful individual who unlike a few of the volunteers, has only those in need on his mind (not himself).&lt;br /&gt;Now why I bring this up is this fellow has had, I believe it was four heart attacks or so. And has been life lighted three times.&lt;br /&gt;Now as it would seem to most including himself, God obviously has a purpose for his life. And as he stands there smoking recalls that when he's completed "said goal" for the community he'll die right then. Yes to him it appears that once God's purpose for his saving his life is completed his journey will be over.&lt;br /&gt;I for one find that a tad bit depressing, but I guess whatever. Ya know ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway that's all I've got besides the fact that I had a horrible dream last night that actually wasn't horrible at all, but in reality it really truly was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Taco Bell in California, doesn't carry the new sauces.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I'm working on some song lyrics. ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-5376985561937626479?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/5376985561937626479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-day-in-persian.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/5376985561937626479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/5376985561937626479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/10/my-day-in-persian.html' title='روز من به زبان فارسی (My Day In Persian)'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-7169318638277101299</id><published>2010-10-04T11:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-10-04T23:25:55.655-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Craft Showz</title><content type='html'>Wow nothing like them on earth, you see all kinds of people. And really hot girls too FYI. You know the ones with their lip pierced or with braces. Man girls with braces or their lip pierced (when done right) are so smokin'. So yeah I've been meaning to post that since Saturday for what it's worth not that anyone would really care what I think in that department.&lt;br /&gt;Oh and you always see young teen couples at these things, but do you really have to make out for everyone to see ? I mean after 4:50 Pm when everyone is starting to wrap things up and your one of only a few stragglers and you decide to make out with your girlfriend in the middle of the avenue.... What are you supposed to do ?  Well according to my younger sister your not supposed to shout &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Deeper, Deeper !!! " &lt;/span&gt;as they kiss. &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;:P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I don't think they heard me.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-7169318638277101299?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/7169318638277101299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/10/craft-showz.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/7169318638277101299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/7169318638277101299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/10/craft-showz.html' title='Craft Showz'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-639935082931783619</id><published>2010-09-29T21:51:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T22:16:17.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Album Review: A Cry Farewell "The Offering"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images02/65/b89eca2db0994b8e9489e931a810a62b/m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 215px; height: 181px;" src="http://hotlink.myspacecdn.com/images02/65/b89eca2db0994b8e9489e931a810a62b/m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well when I won the chance to listen and review A Cry Farewell's first  release as a band I wasn't really expecting all that much. I listened to  the 5 tracks and was impressed. At first I didn't think it was anything  special but each track kept getting better then the last. A kin to a  fancy 5 course meal were every offering keeps getting better and better.&lt;br /&gt;It's a real shame there are only 5 tracks, because at the rate it's  going you'll know who these guys are in no time. I'll keep this short and  sweet, the bottom line is this I've got well over 275+ bands on my Ipod  and I keep coming back to ACF. I can't give a better compliment then  that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 of 5 stars&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://itunes.apple.com/us/album/the-offering/id390617132"&gt;Buy It Here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Track Listing:&lt;br /&gt;1. Nothing Left&lt;br /&gt;2. Open My Eyes&lt;br /&gt;3. Not Buried Alive&lt;br /&gt;4. Dreamcatcher&lt;br /&gt;5. Disarray&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-639935082931783619?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/639935082931783619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/09/album-review-cry-farewell-offering.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/639935082931783619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/639935082931783619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/09/album-review-cry-farewell-offering.html' title='Album Review: A Cry Farewell &quot;The Offering&quot;'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-6319419865908020127</id><published>2010-09-27T21:39:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-27T21:55:15.217-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why do people care what I think</title><content type='html'>Ok I get it I was just joking, seems like everyone wants to know what their favorite celebrity is up to these days. So I'm more then happy to oblige.&lt;br /&gt;This morning it was a beautifully perfect cool, crisp, 51 degrees. So I mowed the grass for what should be the last time this year and then spent the rest of the day in the hammock reading Deadlock by Robert Liparulo while listening to Queen and Kids In The Way. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(I get stuck in funks and listen to the same band over and over till I start it all over with a new band)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So after that I decided to go hunting but I didn't really want to so I just went out with the pellet gun (didn't shoot anything) and enjoyed a nice rump through the woods. After that I came in to find I had to make my own supper. :P So I just cooked some sausage and threw in on a piece of bread.&lt;br /&gt;And well since it's Monday, I watched Adventure Time, Regular Show, Mad, and Raw.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;18&lt;br /&gt;13.16.18.25.22&lt;br /&gt;23.12&lt;br /&gt;3.23.13.&lt;br /&gt;23.12.13.10.25&lt;br /&gt;4.11.13&lt;br /&gt;18&lt;br /&gt;6.23.7.2.17.8&lt;br /&gt;7.16.23&lt;br /&gt;7.2.18.13.15&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-6319419865908020127?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/6319419865908020127/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/09/why-do-people-care-what-i-think.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/6319419865908020127'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/6319419865908020127'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/09/why-do-people-care-what-i-think.html' title='Why do people care what I think'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-2967337178560806197</id><published>2010-09-24T20:36:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-24T20:59:59.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Burger King</title><content type='html'>BK home of the mighty whopper and an weird looking king, who in any commercial can come at you both being loveable and scary as heck. But that's not what this post is about.&lt;br /&gt;It's not even about the age old which is better McDonald's or BK. Nope this post is about something no other major fast food chain in the Midwest has.&lt;br /&gt;And although soda water is one thing it's not the thing we are going to talk about.&lt;br /&gt;Nope not going there, we won't even get into how Soda and Water are to different species and should never be breed together.&lt;br /&gt;Instead we'll talk about the fact that under the Whopper, under the fries, under it all people who eat at Burger King are a strange bunch.&lt;br /&gt;They aren't the normal people you'd see at say an Arbys or the blue collar's you'd see at a McDonalds.&lt;br /&gt;No my friends they are a class of there own, I call them "The Burger King people".&lt;br /&gt;So next time your in a BK look for em they are there, maybe even reach out and talk with em.&lt;br /&gt;Next time your in a BK look for em' I dare you to.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-2967337178560806197?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/2967337178560806197/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/09/burger-king.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/2967337178560806197'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/2967337178560806197'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/09/burger-king.html' title='Burger King'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-2590351907377588101</id><published>2010-09-23T23:13:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-23T23:27:32.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Are your parents cool ?</title><content type='html'>Are they ?&lt;br /&gt;I'll give you a basic test, your parents may be cool if.....&lt;br /&gt;So we are eating Sloppy Joe's and french fries grease covered right from the sack to the peeler to the deep fryer, not that store bought junk. Sloppy Joe's and french fries truly is the food of the modern day preppy. Ok enough about the actual supper it's what happened around the table that matters. And that is were I mentioned seeing a clip of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=eyCEexG9xjw&amp;amp;ob=av2n"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt; weird little song on VH1 Classic.&lt;br /&gt;And that is were you find out if your parents are cool or not. It should come as no surprise that my parents being 100X better then yours, not only had heard the song but dad makes us bring up the video on YouTube. And that of course would have been cool enough but no why stop there ?&lt;br /&gt;Nope then we had to watch &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xNnAvTTaJjM"&gt;three&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YgSVTdAtNYE"&gt;more&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=I1wg1DNHbNU&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;videos&lt;/a&gt; from Talking Heads. And get to hear about how awesome MTV was before they screwed it up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But of course we wouldn't be finished unless dad had &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vAOVRkSCWmg"&gt;one more song&lt;/a&gt; for us to look up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After that we watched CSI and The Mentalist, but who cares about lame stuff like that ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-2590351907377588101?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/2590351907377588101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/09/are-your-parents-cool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/2590351907377588101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/2590351907377588101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/09/are-your-parents-cool.html' title='Are your parents cool ?'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-6938116148474521408</id><published>2010-09-22T22:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-22T22:33:20.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ugly Ducklings to Themselves, Swans to Everyone Else</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;Ok so I'm by far not the best looking guy in the world . In fact I'd be willing to bet big bucks I'll never be voted sexiest man alive.&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Albeit the fact &lt;a href="http://www.viprumor.com/wp-content/uploads/2009/09/mel-gibson-the-beaver-001.jpg"&gt;Mel Gibson&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.celebitchy.com/wp-content/uploads/2010/07/melgibsonsexiest.jpg"&gt;once was&lt;/a&gt;, well that gives me hope)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I'm probable not the one to speak of such matters but what really, really annoys me is when people hate how they look. Especially when it's people who look awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm not talking about people who think they are to overweight and get motivated to work out and change it. No if you want to start hitting the gym to change the way you look, that's awesome.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No what I'm talking about is people who just for some obscene reason don't like their nose, or don't like their eyes, or their, face, or maybe body, etc, etc, blah, blah, etc.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Geez people, I hate to break it to you but you look great to me !&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I have my optometrist's backing when I say that, so don't even go there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-6938116148474521408?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/6938116148474521408/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/09/ugly-ducklings-to-themselves-swans-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/6938116148474521408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/6938116148474521408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/09/ugly-ducklings-to-themselves-swans-to.html' title='Ugly Ducklings to Themselves, Swans to Everyone Else'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-5056709450744281060</id><published>2010-09-21T18:50:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T19:57:32.969-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm still #1</title><content type='html'>After a quick search I'm still the number one "blogger" in California, Mo ! I know it might not be a major feat, and there may even be a better person on wordpress. But I AM the greatest blogger in California, Mo !&lt;br /&gt;Spent the day picking apples and then playing a game of Killer Bunnies at which point grandpa said no pizza in the dining room. What ? Anyway I found a turkey skull encountered some of the worst pain I've ever had in the bathroom. (Guy parts, pants zipper, and boxers with the button fly broke)  o_0 ! And then drove home, which made me all tense. Anyway I've got to go I'm playing WWE Raw v Smackdown against my brother, I being The Rock have hit him Shelton Benjamin with 5 Rock Bottoms and 2 Peoples Elbows. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later ~&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-5056709450744281060?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/5056709450744281060/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-still-1.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/5056709450744281060'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/5056709450744281060'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/09/im-still-1.html' title='I&apos;m still #1'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-2452518526010192825</id><published>2010-09-20T12:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-20T12:38:40.258-05:00</updated><title type='text'>translate.google.</title><content type='html'>Varje gång jag dör, ger ditt leende mig tillbaka&lt;br /&gt;Varje gång jag dör, ger ditt vackra ansikte mig tillbaka&lt;br /&gt;Varje gång jag dö, håller jag andan och tänka på dig .....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-2452518526010192825?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/2452518526010192825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/09/translategoogle.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/2452518526010192825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/2452518526010192825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/09/translategoogle.html' title='translate.google.'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-8816233405917908067</id><published>2010-08-27T23:10:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:50:29.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If Ska is dead....</title><content type='html'>...then why am I listening to Five Iron Frenzy ?&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah it's because I'm pretty weird. :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-8816233405917908067?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/8816233405917908067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-ska-is-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/8816233405917908067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/8816233405917908067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/08/if-ska-is-dead.html' title='If Ska is dead....'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-1039165933547092425</id><published>2010-08-27T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:50:29.369-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This song is so amazing</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;And The Smokers Children Shall Be Cast Down&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;By:&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Showbread&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Sing with me child,&lt;br /&gt;As my ears are bleeding,&lt;br /&gt;the dreams that we have now, seemed so fleeting.&lt;br /&gt;still your cradle, with no effort sways,&lt;br /&gt;where this monochromatic record is played.&lt;br /&gt;and i'll purse my lips to blow kisses goodbye,&lt;br /&gt;It's so easy if you never ask yourself why&lt;br /&gt;my lungs will contract and give up a brief sigh.&lt;br /&gt;shall we say an appendage has finally died?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Chorus:]&lt;br /&gt;Or is it easier to go on with a smile, with flattering ease,&lt;br /&gt;And talk for awhile, Words fall from your mouth and are lost on the floor,&lt;br /&gt;And I can't go on singing anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh the tale that you tell, oh the web that you've spun&lt;br /&gt;and the salt that was sprinkled on the things that you have done&lt;br /&gt;makes the anger oh so sweet,&lt;br /&gt;makes the world fall at your feet&lt;br /&gt;makes the pity that you pour over your head quite a treat,&lt;br /&gt;so go ahead and cry, and go ahead and lie,&lt;br /&gt;begin every sentence that you vomit with "I"&lt;br /&gt;And then Jesus will forgive you,&lt;br /&gt;but oh what can I do&lt;br /&gt;to see if there's enough forgiveness left for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in all of Israel,&lt;br /&gt;father did you see&lt;br /&gt;someone who seeks himself so perfectly,&lt;br /&gt;The Pharisees would be so content with the sight of me&lt;br /&gt;The snakes would wrap around me and we'd dance across the sea,&lt;br /&gt;to ridicule you there and to spit upon your face&lt;br /&gt;Unsheathe this wicked tongue, and invite disgrace&lt;br /&gt;Isn't that the goal that I've always pursued?&lt;br /&gt;While I beg you, Lord to be used for you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under a light in Bethlehem i was sifting through the sand&lt;br /&gt;the saline burned my eyes&lt;br /&gt;i was looking for your hand,&lt;br /&gt;I gave up on myself, and left my pride disarmed&lt;br /&gt;I cried out "I'm Alone!" and found myself in your arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rest in me oh my love&lt;br /&gt;I have loved you before the world began&lt;br /&gt;rest in me oh my love,&lt;br /&gt;you will never wander too far to reach my hand&lt;br /&gt;Did they not murder you?&lt;br /&gt;Did they not see you die?&lt;br /&gt;Hanging on a tree as life had left your eyes&lt;br /&gt;Did we not torture you?&lt;br /&gt;Smiling as you died.&lt;br /&gt;Or is it that you killed death itself, and now you are alive?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I won't find you there,&lt;br /&gt;lying with yourself&lt;br /&gt;sleep under a rock until your mouth is full of insects&lt;br /&gt;i won't look for you, praying to your ceiling&lt;br /&gt;Swallow every snake and sing of your mistakes,&lt;br /&gt;Sing of your mistakes&lt;br /&gt;Put lipstick on your mirror&lt;br /&gt;Cry into your hands.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-1039165933547092425?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/1039165933547092425/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-song-is-so-amazing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/1039165933547092425'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/1039165933547092425'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/08/this-song-is-so-amazing.html' title='This song is so amazing'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-2363694359660914441</id><published>2010-08-15T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:50:29.379-05:00</updated><title type='text'>He Is Legend</title><content type='html'>I absolutely am in love with this band right now&lt;br /&gt;Schuylar Croom and company have just an amazing sound.&lt;br /&gt;I love it !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-2363694359660914441?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/2363694359660914441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/08/he-is-legend.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/2363694359660914441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/2363694359660914441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/08/he-is-legend.html' title='He Is Legend'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-525332455658396956</id><published>2010-08-12T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-12T18:45:27.768-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Hot</title><content type='html'>I always imagined this is what it would feel like living in a trailer park in the 1970's with no A/C.&lt;br /&gt;I've never taken so many showers this past week in my life, you can't do anything without sweating like crazy. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The neighbors finally cut our field and left six big hay bales out there, I like set under the shade of a tree and imagine that the hay bales are buffalo grazing the prairies without a care in the world.&lt;br /&gt;Times like these when I'm setting around in a house without A/C my distant Indian blood kicks in and I just want to find a remote prairie and live out alone under the stars far away from people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; In fact I've came to realize I don't particularly like people that much.  I mean don't take it the wrong way their are people I really like but for the most part everyone hides who they really are but that's for another day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-525332455658396956?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/525332455658396956/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-hot.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/525332455658396956'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/525332455658396956'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/08/its-hot.html' title='It&apos;s Hot'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-103747238430240712</id><published>2010-08-02T20:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-02T20:51:08.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eye Doctor</title><content type='html'>Went to the local optometrist today. My eyes are fine for the most part except for something is thining on my left eye but it's no big deal. Other then that I ended up picking out some new glasses and even though the doctor said I didn't need a new prescription she'd change it a little since I was going to get new glasses anyway. (My old ones are all scratched up). Other then that they dilated my eyes so I actually saw worse coming out then when I went in. lol&lt;br /&gt;Oh and at the eye doctors they are always talking about girlfriends, I don't know why I guess it's just the fact that I look like a "playa" I guess.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Shark Week is on and even though I'm not watching it a lot of people do so you should to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ps. Don't forget to vote in the primary's tomorrow if you don't the terrorists win or something like that.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway Vote !&lt;br /&gt;Ray out ....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-103747238430240712?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/103747238430240712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/08/eye-doctor.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/103747238430240712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/103747238430240712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/08/eye-doctor.html' title='Eye Doctor'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-6835477962905670461</id><published>2010-07-30T18:24:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T18:24:08.038-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Vote August 3rd</title><content type='html'>Finally I&amp;#39;ve figured out what I will do August 3rd I will vote on the Republican primary. Yes that way I can vote for Kenny Jones, because frankly I&amp;#39;m sick and tired of being bombarded by Mike Kehoe&amp;#39;s ads everywhere you look. I understand the ads but they are both basically the same person and I&amp;#39;m still mad at Kehoe for not giving me a frisbee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-6835477962905670461?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/6835477962905670461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/07/vote-august-3rd.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/6835477962905670461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/6835477962905670461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/07/vote-august-3rd.html' title='Vote August 3rd'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-5021689655014836377</id><published>2010-07-30T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:50:29.394-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Here is a list of my top 25 Cd's&lt;br /&gt;Avg Song rating is determined by giving each song a star rating from 1-5 and then dividing by the amount of songs on the album. Therfore a bad song with only 1 star can really hurt an albums rating. ~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Honorable Mention: Dead Poetic ~ Vices&lt;br /&gt;Honorable Mention: mewithoutYou ~ It's All Crazy! It's All False! It's All A Dream! It's All Alright!&lt;br /&gt;Honorable Mention: Skillet ~ Comatose&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Honorable Mention: Flatfoot56 ~ Jungle Of The Midwest Sea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Honorable Mention: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Newsboys&lt;/span&gt; ~ Take Me To Your Leader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;25. Zao ~ The Fear Is What Keeps Us Here&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solid album  enough said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;24. House Of Heroes ~ The End Is Not The End &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Songs:&lt;/span&gt; 11 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avg Song Rating:&lt;/span&gt; 3.14 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A great album with the epicness that is the songs of Code Name: Raven, Valley Of The Dying Song. It also includes the catchy song If, and solid songs in Dangerous, Lose Control, and Field Of Daggers.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;23. Demon Hunter ~ Storm The Gates Of Hell&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;Songs: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;12&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;  Avg Song Rating:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; 3.83&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Great album starts out heavy and with Storm The Gates of Hell, followed by Lead Us Home, Sixteen, Fading Away, and what may be the best DH ballad ever in Carry Me Down. CMD is the albums peak but it is far from being done with I Am You, Incision, and Follow The Wolves the album was one of the first Metal albums I ever listened to.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;22. Gwen Stacy ~ A Dialogue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs: 12 Avg Song Rating: 3.58&lt;br /&gt;A solid effort by Gwen Stacy I really liked it all the songs are pretty solid which is one of the downfalls as "Braveheart" is the only song that really stands out from the rest to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;21. Jars Of Clay ~ Good Monsters&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Songs: &lt;/span&gt;12  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avg Song Rating:&lt;/span&gt; 3.58&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;An album that to an already well established band set a mark they will never reach again. I originally bought the cd with my brother after hearing the groundbreaking song Dead Man. But it also included the great songs Work, There Is A River, Oh My God etc. The Whole album is great and if I was doing this by most played it would probably be #1.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;20. Anberlin ~ Cites&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Songs:&lt;/span&gt; 12 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avg Song Rating:&lt;/span&gt; 3.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Great cd the songs like Godspeed, A Whisper &amp;amp; A Clamor, The Unwinding Cable Car, and Hello Alone make this cd good. But the final track (*Fin) makes it great.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;19. &lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;As I Lay Dying ~ An Ocean Between Us&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Songs: &lt;/span&gt;12  &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avg Song Rating:&lt;/span&gt; 3.50&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Amazing album by and amazing band. Songs like &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Forsaken, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;An Ocean Between Us, and The Sound Of Truth have no equal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;18. Pillar ~ The Reckoning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Songs: &lt;/span&gt;13 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avg Song Rating: &lt;/span&gt;3.69&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I love Pillar they were one of my favorite rock bands (I hate the cd Confessions). And one winter I listened to this particular cd from track 1 thru 13 over 50 times. A differant sound then Pillar had up to this point but a cd that changed the way I listened to music.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;17. Project 86 ~ Rival Factions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Songs: 10 Avg Song Rating: 3.60&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I own every P86 record and this one is my favorite, It's not as heavy as their older stuff but it's a really sweet album. And I can't really describe it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;16. Underoath ~ Define The Great Line&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Songs: &lt;/span&gt;11 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avg Song Rating: &lt;/span&gt;3.81&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;UO is one of my all time favorite bands and this cd is UO at their pinnacle songs like, You're Ever So Inviting, A Moment Suspended In Time, Writing On The Walls, To Whom It May Concern make this one a must for your collection.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;15. Demon Hunter ~ The Triptych&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Songs:&lt;/span&gt; 12 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avg Song Rating:&lt;/span&gt; 3.83&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Heavy songs like Not I, The Science of Lies, The Soliders Song, and Ribcage mixed in perfectly with a little lighter songs like Undying, Deteriorate, One Thousand Apologies, and The Tide Began To Rise make this the best DH album from a very talented band. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;(Shout out to Training For Utopia Ryan's former band a solid listen on there own)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;14. Oh,Sleeper ~ Son Of The Morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Songs:&lt;/span&gt; 10 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avg Song Rating:&lt;/span&gt; 3.90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Probably the best concept cd I've ever listened to and I love concept albums.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;13. Haste The Day ~ When Everything Falls&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Songs: &lt;/span&gt;12 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avg Song Rating:&lt;/span&gt; 3.91&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;I love Haste The Day both with Ryan and Keech. Jimmy Ryan is my favorite vocalist bar non though. And his raspy screams make WEF my 13th favorite album. The best songs are Walk On, When Everything Falls, Fallen, This Time It's Real, All I Have, and the cover song Long Way Down. But the whole album is a great from the first drum beat on Fallen till the last guitar chord on Long Way Down.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12. Family Force 5 ~ Business Up Front Party In The Back&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs: 16 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avg Song Rating: &lt;/span&gt;3.86&lt;br /&gt;H&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;ow could you not love these guys ? UI mean this album is chalked full of wonderful songs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;11. Emery ~ I'm Only A Man&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Songs: &lt;/span&gt;11 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avg Song Rating:&lt;/span&gt; 3.90&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;This album really speaks to me it may not for you but It does me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10.Disciple ~ Scars Remain&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Songs:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; 11 &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Avg Song Rating:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt; 3.90&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Ok first of Disciple is amazing and there S/T was a great way to make it into the local Walmart here but Scars Remain is such a great cd the title track Scars Remain and Regime Change are my favorite.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;9. Children 18:3 ~ Children 18:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Songs:&lt;/span&gt; 14 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avg Song Rating: &lt;/span&gt;3.78&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;All My Balloons, LCM, You Know We're All So Fond Of Dying, Even Sleeping, Homemade Valentine, A Chance to Say Goodbye, Time and Wasted Bullets, Final. I love this homeschooled family from Minnesota. And they are an amazing live act do not miss them if they are in the area.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;8. Maylene And The Sons Of Disaster ~ III&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Songs: 11 Avg Song Rating: 3.81&lt;br /&gt;III'rds are always the best just like me ! :) But in all seriousness I'm addicted to MATSOD's sound. And this cd rocks with Waiting On My Deathbed, Step Up (I'm On It), Just A Shock, No Good Son, and Harvest Moon Hanging.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;7. The Wedding ~ Polarity&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Songs:&lt;/span&gt; 14 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avg Song Rating: &lt;/span&gt;3.78&lt;br /&gt;Seriously if you are into Rock N' Roll do yourself a favor and look up The Wedding. They are by far my favorite rock band and I just know you'll love them. Say Your Prayers, I'll Sleep When I'm Dead, Staring At The Light, It's Time To Rock (Ok), and Schizophrenia make this a totally awesome cd. Fireworks and the hidden track at the end of Fireworks just add to it like a perfect seasoning on a perfect steak.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;6. Showbread ~ Age Of Reptiles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Songs:&lt;/span&gt; 10 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avg Song Rating: &lt;/span&gt;4.10&lt;br /&gt;My only complaint with this cd is that it's only 10 songs. Raw Rock forever ! Enough said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;5. Norma Jean ~ Vs The Anti Mother&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Songs:&lt;/span&gt; 10 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avg Song Rating:&lt;/span&gt; 4.10&lt;br /&gt;A solid, solid album from Norma Jean from start to finish it is a super listen without a single bad song one of those you put in the cd player and listen from start to finish.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;4. Dead Poetic ~ New Medicines&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Songs:&lt;/span&gt; 11 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avg Song Rating: &lt;/span&gt;4.09&lt;br /&gt;Dead Poetic was a one of a kind band with Brandon Rike's unique voice and the bands unquie style with positive lyrics that make you think and lyrics that bring me up when I'm feeling down. Amazing songs like The Dream Club Murders, New Medicines, Vanus Empty, Molotov, and Glass In The Trees. Plus really solid songs Taste The Red Hands and Hostages.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;3. Haste The Day ~ Dreamer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Songs:&lt;/span&gt; 11 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avg Song Rating:&lt;/span&gt; 4.18&lt;br /&gt;This is the same Haste The Day but with Keech and even though I said I liked Ryan better as a vocalist Dreamer is an amazing album from 68, Mad Man, to Porcelain. The final track Autum is great but not as good as the original one for That They May Know You.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:georgia;" &gt;2. Once Nothing ~ First Came The Law&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Songs:&lt;/span&gt; 12 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avg Song Rating: &lt;/span&gt;4.25&lt;br /&gt;One of the most underrated albums of all time, how guys like The Devil Wears Prada and not guys like Once Nothing is beyond me. (I like TDWP but they have nothing on Once Nothing) You won't find a better cd the only thing that is bad about First Came The Law is that it's the last cd Once Nothing ever made.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;"&gt;1. Showbread ~ No Sir, Nihilism Is Not Practical&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Songs:&lt;/span&gt; 13 &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Avg Song Rating: &lt;/span&gt;4.46&lt;br /&gt;This may be the same band but it's certainty not the same sound. No Sir featured two vocalist's and a keytar.&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics are deep especially and for a hardcore band they were even able to pull of an amazing soft song in Matthias Replaces Judas. This is by far my all time favorite cd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;~~ Thanks for reading ~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-5021689655014836377?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/5021689655014836377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/07/here-is-list-of-my-top-25-cds-avg-song.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/5021689655014836377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/5021689655014836377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/07/here-is-list-of-my-top-25-cds-avg-song.html' title=''/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-7079009915214508700</id><published>2010-07-27T12:38:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-07-28T09:15:27.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Where Have All The Melons Gone ?</title><content type='html'>Staring at an empty field the young lady fell to her knees in horror for alas some beast had eaten her melons.~~.             &lt;br /&gt;  So there you have it almost in storybook form what it feels like to have an animal desecrate your beloved melon patch. Leaving in it&amp;#39;s wake shattered corpses of watermelons, cantaloupes, and honeydew. What a price to pay for living in the country !!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-7079009915214508700?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/7079009915214508700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/07/where-have-all-melons-gone.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/7079009915214508700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/7079009915214508700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/07/where-have-all-melons-gone.html' title='Where Have All The Melons Gone ?'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-3686726487664515438</id><published>2010-06-30T23:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:50:29.412-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Live Shows</title><content type='html'>Here is my top 10 live acts I've seen, I really hope this list keeps changing as there are so many more bands I've got to see. So if you don't see a band you think should be on here it means I most likely haven't seen them. Yet. :)&lt;br /&gt;~~~~~&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honorable mentions:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Living Sacrifice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Even at their age they can melt shred your face off)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;The Devil Wears Prada&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Missed the beginning of the set but still a really solid effort)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haste The Day&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Great but they didn't play Stitches my favorite song)&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Becoming The Archetype &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Brutal 12Am set)&lt;/span&gt;,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UnderOath &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Saw them at C-Stone 09 were they were forced to play in a crowded little tent)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;10. Skillet&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Always a great show)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;9. mewithoutYou&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Pure fun they had a conga line)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;8. Disciple&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(They can bring it for sure)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;7. Family Force 5&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(These guys are full of crazy energy and a blast to watch)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;6.Flatfoot 56&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(If you ever make it to C-Stone, go to their Midnight set you can not afford to miss it)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;5.The Wedding&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(They put on a great set were the music did the talking and oh did it ever)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;4. Showbread&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( May Raw Rock forever and ever amen and it does)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;3.Children 18:3&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;( Do yourself a favor never ever miss a chance to see Children play)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2.Oh Sleeper&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Micah Kinard and company blew me away)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;1.Anberlin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I know for being such a hardcore fan I have Anberlin at #1 may be a shock but at C-Stone they had an epic set going through Godspeed, Whisper and A Clamour,The Unwinding Cable Car, Hello Alone, Feel Good Drag, and more before finished the night with (*Fin) as a light mist came down. Epic concert.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-3686726487664515438?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/3686726487664515438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/06/top-10-live-shows.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/3686726487664515438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/3686726487664515438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/06/top-10-live-shows.html' title='Top 10 Live Shows'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-7172840739585900802</id><published>2010-06-30T22:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:50:29.427-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Children 18:3 Rain's A Comin</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/61kfaBzfu4L._SL500_AA300_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 237px; height: 237px;" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/61kfaBzfu4L._SL500_AA300_.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A nice little record but if you were hoping for the same Children that wrote songs like Time and Wasted Bullets, LCM and All My Balloons you'll probably be disappointed. Not that it's not a good record it's just not like the predecessor think Obama replaces Bush.&lt;br /&gt;Overall it's a much lighter album that lacks that whole grunge/punk sound that made Children famous. Although "Cover Your Eyes" and "The Cruel One" maintain that sound. Lee Marie's vocals have improved and shine on "Oh Bravo". It's really a record where a band grows up and matures. Which can be a great thing but I was hoping for more, mainly more duel singing and a faster beat. Here's hoping it's just a sophomore jinx.&lt;br /&gt;Still this record should be able to find place in collection. And I can't say it enough if Ch18:3 is in your area they have an amazing live show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-7172840739585900802?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/7172840739585900802/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/06/children-183-rain-comin.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/7172840739585900802'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/7172840739585900802'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/06/children-183-rain-comin.html' title='Children 18:3 Rain&amp;#39;s A Comin'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-4334485992483553366</id><published>2010-06-30T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-30T22:54:46.388-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zambooie</title><content type='html'>Zambooie oh how I loved you Monday when Children 18:3 arrived a day before release date the only cd I've ever preorderd that has arrived on or before release date from Zambooie. Now I know that they can't always help it but I'm still waiting for Haste The Day's "Attack Of The Wolf King" and it is driving me crazy. So I hope for my sanity it better come tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and I watched The Shining for the first time today for what it's worth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-4334485992483553366?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/4334485992483553366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/06/zambooie.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/4334485992483553366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/4334485992483553366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/06/zambooie.html' title='Zambooie'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-5104873922832512624</id><published>2010-06-26T22:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-26T22:31:57.682-05:00</updated><title type='text'>BA Jesus</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pix.motivatedphotos.com/2008/12/28/633660504667920484-BADASSJESUS.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 499px; height: 374px;" src="http://pix.motivatedphotos.com/2008/12/28/633660504667920484-BADASSJESUS.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Found this on the web to funny ta pass up&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-5104873922832512624?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/5104873922832512624/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/06/ba-jesus.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/5104873922832512624'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/5104873922832512624'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/06/ba-jesus.html' title='BA Jesus'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-5660199538443448410</id><published>2010-06-25T23:15:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:50:29.437-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ipod</title><content type='html'>I bought the 160 GB Ipod Classic at Walmart last week. I was going to get it at Apple.com so I could get it customized with an engraving on the back. But hey I just couldn't wait.&lt;br /&gt;I had an emergency as my Colby mp3 player I got for Christmas broke. &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(My sister's broke before mine. I wouldn't recommend Colby at all)&lt;/span&gt; So I really needed music.&lt;br /&gt;It works really great although Itunes takes it's sweet time in ripping my cds to the library. I really like it and so far it's been great plus I bought the extended warranty so it'll last at least 2 years. So there is a deffant upgrade over the Colby. I'll give a more in depth review later but by now everyone has an Ipod right ? Oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I'm finally one of the cool kids right ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-5660199538443448410?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/5660199538443448410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/06/ipod.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/5660199538443448410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/5660199538443448410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/06/ipod.html' title='Ipod'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-5110261852170702991</id><published>2010-06-25T23:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-25T23:18:46.517-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I cut my hair</title><content type='html'>First time I'd cut the length since between my freshman and sophomore year.&lt;br /&gt;I really didn't want to but it was just to hard to keep brushing it and it took forever to dry after a shower.&lt;br /&gt;But now my new hair cut is dry with one sweep of the towel. And now that's its short I don't have to shower as often at all :].&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-5110261852170702991?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/5110261852170702991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-cut-my-hair.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/5110261852170702991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/5110261852170702991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/06/i-cut-my-hair.html' title='I cut my hair'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-1852232187342495229</id><published>2010-06-13T22:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T22:59:34.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Steam Engine and Frog Leg Festival</title><content type='html'>Wear yesterday we went to the Steam Engine and Frog Leg Festival to sell mom's new business, and I must say there really wasn't much there except for a parade that had say 30 tractors ? The parade really was the best one I've seen in Moniteou (sic ya I'm not taking time to look up the correct spelling) County. The parade really did serve one point though it told me who to vote for and who not to vote for in the upcoming elections. For instance Kenny Jones guys gave me a packet of flower seeds therefore he'll get my vote, Vicky Hartzler's people handed a piece of paper to my younger brother who can't even vote yet and was about to pass me up when I said "what a bout me ?". The paper simply said: "Real Conservative Real Change" and had a tear away postcard that I could chose whether I wanted to place a sign in my yard, help in the campaign office, make phone calls, distribute literature, write letters or emails to friends and family, walk door-to -door, or help with parades.  So I'm to fill this out and then as if that wasn't enough put one of my stamps to mail it. Are you for real Vicky ? Sorry but that's a no from me, although if it said make prank phone calls well I might consider that. What about local car salesman favorite Mike Kehoe ? He to can forget my vote because while he was hi atop a carriage waving to everyone (he didn't wave to me) his minions passing out frisbee's not only neglected me but my whole family.&lt;br /&gt;Well then it was time to hang around the festival for the next 7 hours. It really wasn't that much to do because it was a small festival, but it was actually pretty fun and the local high school's cheerleaders were there to so it really wasn't that bad at all. I didn't actually end up buying any frog legs because they $3 for a pair or $6 for two pair. Go figure !!&lt;br /&gt;Well I was winning in  the silent auction for a "Jonas Brothers" backpack filled with school supplies. (Ironic considering I graduated in May) And I had the bid from a little after the festivals start at (somewhere around 9 Am) till 3 Pm when they started packing everything up because of the storm that blew in. Yet as of right now Sunday at 11 PM I have not gotten a phone call. [In fact no one ever calls me :( ]. So yeah a storm blew in and we had to pack up an hour early but hey there were cheerleaders there. After that we started heading back  home when the storm really came down and since the vehicle had no A/C we had to leave the windows cracked. We stopped at Shirks country market so dad could get some of his hot cheese and a cantaloupe. While we were in the parking lot he got a phone call that a former co-worker had died.&lt;br /&gt;After we got home I took a nap because riding in a car when it's raining gives me a headache and after I awoke we watched some Simpson's and then had a great time playing some games at the table.&lt;br /&gt;And that was my day as if you really care what I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-1852232187342495229?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/1852232187342495229/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/06/steam-engine-and-frog-leg-festival.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/1852232187342495229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/1852232187342495229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/06/steam-engine-and-frog-leg-festival.html' title='Steam Engine and Frog Leg Festival'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-1841731758427527148</id><published>2010-06-13T21:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:50:29.461-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MyChildren MyBride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.solidstaterecords.com/mychildrenmybride/LostBoy_Cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 372px; height: 372px;" src="http://www.solidstaterecords.com/mychildrenmybride/LostBoy_Cover.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I picked up their new cd Lost Boy this evening at Hot Topic. And let me say it is a pretty great album and I really enjoyed it. It's could definantly end up getting my vote in HM's yearly poll for album of the year. [Although Norma Jean, Haste The Day, and A Plea are on the way :) ]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The album is filled with &lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Matthew Hasting's great vocals and features a lot of backing gang vocals.&lt;br /&gt;I definitely recommend this album and if MCMB is in your area they are a great live act. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;;)&lt;br /&gt;Well worth your $10 all 40 minutes are great except the instrumental which is one of the shortest ones I've heard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3545/3416417828_812e48bd8b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 375px; height: 500px;" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3545/3416417828_812e48bd8b.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(Matthew Hasting he's got the biggest plugs I've ever seen)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;small&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/small&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-1841731758427527148?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/1841731758427527148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/06/mychildren-mybride.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/1841731758427527148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/1841731758427527148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/06/mychildren-mybride.html' title='MyChildren MyBride'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3545/3416417828_812e48bd8b_t.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-4944695578764160965</id><published>2010-06-11T20:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-11T21:30:22.151-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today 6-11</title><content type='html'>Watching Royals baseball and trying to get my blogs updated. Attempted to write up something but I kept having flys land on me which really puts me in a bad mode.As if sleeping till almost 11Am doesn't. Oh I hate sleeping late evening if I do need it. So after I finally awoke I finished day three of pea shelling and retreated to the basement were it is cooler. Went to town with the parents at one and got the nose pad on my glasses replaced, and saw some very thick rimmed black glasses. I think I'll get them come July when I go to the Optometrist again. After that stopped by the antique/flea market were we have a both at. Only it's Friday and on Friday's they have these old folks come in and play country music. One guy sounded like a howling dog it was pretty cool.&lt;br /&gt;Got chicken feed, a battery for the suburban, the grocery store and then went by Sonic, I got a peach coke. Came home and played some wrestling on the wii. I finally got my brother to play me and my created wrestler Raymond "The Epic One" Wonderful vs. Mr.Amazing his created star. I baited him into hitting me with a chair and I got the DQ win, I originally hit him with the bell while the referee was down. Then luckly for me the ref got up just as he hit me with the chair. Of course he wanted a rematch so I gave him one this one was a Fatal 4 Way at Hell In A Cell, along with Umaga and Dolph Ziggler. It was a pretty regular match till I climbed on top and knocked Umaga through the top of the cell then Mr.Amazing fell through the top on accident and I pinned him for the win. :)&lt;br /&gt;After that well I just hung around until I started blogging. And while I was blogging the lightbulb behind me exploded.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun times and as if that wasn't enough ma's fingernail stamping business will be taking us to the "Frog Leg and Engine Show Festival" tomorrow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-4944695578764160965?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/4944695578764160965/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/06/watching-royals-baseball-and-trying-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/4944695578764160965'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/4944695578764160965'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/06/watching-royals-baseball-and-trying-to.html' title='Today 6-11'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-6673612511059921414</id><published>2010-06-08T22:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:50:29.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Debating</title><content type='html'>It would cost quite a bit of money to take the family to Cornerstone, but it's the exact amount I got in graduation gifts. Why must this be such a tough choice ??&lt;br /&gt;Last years festival was so great I mean we even won an autographed guitar. Oh well I still have 20 days to decide I guess ...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-6673612511059921414?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/6673612511059921414/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/06/debating.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/6673612511059921414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/6673612511059921414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/06/debating.html' title='Debating'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-1164395830562061594</id><published>2010-06-08T20:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-08T21:21:00.389-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WWE looks like WCW</title><content type='html'>Last nights "Soap Opera For Men" WWE Monday night Raw was a great show the first ever "Views Choice" only at the end it was increrdibly stupid. Something that was out of the old WCW in it's last days. So in the final match Cena is beating CM Punk when Barrett and the other 7 NXT rookies come out and beat up Cena, Punk, the straigh edge society, every freaking body, the refs, the announcers, the bell ringer. So this went on for 5 minutes with absoultly no one bothering to stop it. Even though the most of the entire WWE roster was there including Smackdown. Heck back in the AWA if another guy came out a whole slew would come to break it out.&lt;br /&gt;I repeat it was the worst ending to Raw in a long time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To bad I'm not a college grad in writing or I'd apply for the job of creative writer. Believe me I could do a much better job.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-1164395830562061594?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/1164395830562061594/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/06/wwe-looks-like-wcw.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/1164395830562061594'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/1164395830562061594'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/06/wwe-looks-like-wcw.html' title='WWE looks like WCW'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-612688636847105112</id><published>2010-06-05T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-05T19:25:13.892-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Relay for Life</title><content type='html'>I'm still recovering from last night's 6Pm-6Am Cole county "Relay For Life" it was a lot of fun and a lot of walking, as I tried to walk the whole time and succeed until 4am when the blisters on my heel brought me to a stop. For a first year team we didn't do to bad considering we didn't do ANY fund-raising until the actual event and we ended up making over $275.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the highlights one the night was running into two former classmates I hadn't seen since the 3rd grade .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was alot of fun and the Jche team was a great bunch of peeps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-612688636847105112?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/612688636847105112/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/06/relay-for-life.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/612688636847105112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/612688636847105112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/06/relay-for-life.html' title='Relay for Life'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-3211745475422449321</id><published>2010-06-01T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T20:50:17.749-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Frustrated</title><content type='html'>I can't get this girl out of my mind but she's already got a great boyfriend ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so frustrating.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-3211745475422449321?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/3211745475422449321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/06/frustrated.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/3211745475422449321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/3211745475422449321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/06/frustrated.html' title='Frustrated'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-6734372424143052299</id><published>2010-06-01T19:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-06-01T20:46:06.335-05:00</updated><title type='text'>America's Got Talent</title><content type='html'>Why do they always put little kids through ? I mean if they were five years older they've lost the cuteness and still can't cut it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But hey at least we still have two Brit's judging AMERICA's got talent..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-6734372424143052299?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/6734372424143052299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/06/americas-got-talent.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/6734372424143052299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/6734372424143052299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/06/americas-got-talent.html' title='America&apos;s Got Talent'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-4079430336557344588</id><published>2010-04-02T20:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T20:53:55.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Working</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Kind of sucks. It takes all your free time away. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;But other then that working as a helper with Bonnie Plants driver is enjoyable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;So yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Can't wait for the paycheck. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-4079430336557344588?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/4079430336557344588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/04/working.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/4079430336557344588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/4079430336557344588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/04/working.html' title='Working'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-4561190885593993036</id><published>2010-03-10T20:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-10T20:46:57.644-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Still waiting</title><content type='html'>I hate it when you preorder an upcoming release from a band and then the actual release date comes and goes and all the people who didn't preorder then go to Best Buy and get it for $7.99.&lt;br /&gt;Of course I'm talking about Demon Hunter's The World Is a Thorn and I'm still waiting but hey I've never had any luck with preorders except once when I preordered Showbread's The Fear of God from interpunk.com and it actually came a day before the release date, but hey keeping with the preorder history I'm currently waiting for my preordered Showbread "Nothing Matters Anymore" Dvd. I got an email saying it had shipped and was on way and to allow for "10 business days" It's been 13 so, hey yeah at least most preorders come with an extra something since.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-4561190885593993036?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/4561190885593993036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/03/still-waiting.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/4561190885593993036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/4561190885593993036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/03/still-waiting.html' title='Still waiting'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-2033902429489828629</id><published>2010-03-02T23:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:18:09.775-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Well</title><content type='html'>Since I last wrote, I ripped my pants at a funeral.&lt;br /&gt;Yep first a nosebleed at a visitation and now this, it's pathetically crappy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-2033902429489828629?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/2033902429489828629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/03/well.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/2033902429489828629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/2033902429489828629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/03/well.html' title='Well'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-259728463740389462</id><published>2010-02-24T14:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:50:29.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Haste The Day question</title><content type='html'>Keech or Ryan ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Steven and he's a great fit, but man there is no one better then Jimmy Ryan.&lt;br /&gt;What are your thoughts ?&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait I don't have an readers, carry on then.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-259728463740389462?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/259728463740389462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/02/haste-day-question.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/259728463740389462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/259728463740389462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/02/haste-day-question.html' title='Haste The Day question'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-8708203091080448577</id><published>2010-02-24T09:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T09:10:00.176-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I find this rather funny</title><content type='html'>&lt;a style="font-weight: bold;" href="http://www.onechristianministry.com/christian-articles-176.html"&gt;God vs. Fornicators &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;It's a good article I just found this following line funny for some reason.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The wording just struck me as humor-is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;We are taught to marry if we want to have sex:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Nevertheless, to avoid fornication, let every man have his own wife, and let every woman have her own husband." - 1 Corinthians 7:2&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Don't fornicate, get married !!! :)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-8708203091080448577?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/8708203091080448577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-find-this-rather-funny.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/8708203091080448577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/8708203091080448577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/02/i-find-this-rather-funny.html' title='I find this rather funny'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-2730387910567696239</id><published>2010-02-23T22:51:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:50:29.524-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Nothing Lyrics</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Juliet or at Least What's Left of Her&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel a West wind blowing in...&lt;br /&gt;telling me to start heading home.&lt;br /&gt;But I swallow hard and light another cigarette because I'm married to  the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hours move so fast when you try to make a memory that will last.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm writing this song by the glow of streetlights.&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is passed out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm Waiting for the sky to catch fire so I can keep moving&lt;/span&gt;.  Only two  weeks left to make it right so I just keep moving.  Only two weeks left  to make it right...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...so you better still be waiting!  You better still be waiting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm waiting for the sky to catch fire so I can keep moving.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-2730387910567696239?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/2730387910567696239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/02/once-nothing-lyrics.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/2730387910567696239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/2730387910567696239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/02/once-nothing-lyrics.html' title='Once Nothing Lyrics'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-3193412280011767960</id><published>2010-02-23T22:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-23T22:56:38.587-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Is it wrong ?</title><content type='html'>Is it wrong to ask a girl you've never meet, but is a cashier at the local grocery store, and therefore you looked her up on facebook. Is it wrong then to ask her out on Facebook ?&lt;br /&gt;Like:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Date ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(censored),&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw you at the grocery store yesterday, I had on a bandanna. Want to go on a date sometime ?&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seriously is that wrong ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should do it, but I probably never will.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-3193412280011767960?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/3193412280011767960/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-it-wrong.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/3193412280011767960'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/3193412280011767960'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/02/is-it-wrong.html' title='Is it wrong ?'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-5007528775446881833</id><published>2010-02-19T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-02-19T22:45:06.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Super Curler Anna Sidorova</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/17/Anna_Sidorova.jpg/220px-Anna_Sidorova.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 220px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 295px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://upload.wikimedia.org/wikipedia/commons/thumb/1/17/Anna_Sidorova.jpg/220px-Anna_Sidorova.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The 19 year old curler from Russia is without a doubt the mose beautiful athlete in this year's winter Olumpics in Vancover. &lt;br /&gt;I was even rooting for Russia after I saw her and they were playing us ! &lt;em&gt;(Seriously though the US curling isn't going to win gold) &lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully she will be on again......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-5007528775446881833?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/5007528775446881833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/02/super-curler-anna-sidorova.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/5007528775446881833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/5007528775446881833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/02/super-curler-anna-sidorova.html' title='Super Curler Anna Sidorova'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-6804212254070023651</id><published>2010-01-28T20:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:50:29.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Once Nothing</title><content type='html'>I'm totally rocking out to there cd "First Came The Law" it's an amazing album that is definitely worth a listen to if you dig the whole metalcore scene. It sucks that they broke up but you know they were good when the members go on and join other great bands such as Haste The Day and Gwen Stacy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-6804212254070023651?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/6804212254070023651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/01/once-nothing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/6804212254070023651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/6804212254070023651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/01/once-nothing.html' title='Once Nothing'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-4514063726710812476</id><published>2010-01-28T19:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:50:29.554-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm lovin DH</title><content type='html'>The 50 Days of Demon Hunter going on over at Solid State Records.&lt;br /&gt;And the album cover for "The World Is A Thorn".&lt;br /&gt;There Words: Wicked, Sweet, Awesome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-4514063726710812476?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/4514063726710812476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-lovin-dh.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/4514063726710812476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/4514063726710812476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/01/i-lovin-dh.html' title='I&amp;#39;m lovin DH'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-7943463793762278932</id><published>2010-01-27T10:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-27T10:21:03.548-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Paul Shirley's Haiti Piece</title><content type='html'>Well as you may or may not know &lt;a href="http://www.flipcollective.com/paul-shirley/"&gt;Paul Shirley&lt;/a&gt; who ever he is, &lt;a href="http://www.flipcollective.com/2010/01/26/if-you-rebuild-it-they-will-come-by-paul-shirley/"&gt;wrote this piece&lt;/a&gt; about the Haiti relief effort.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In which he posted:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;In this belief I am, evidently, alone. It seems that everyone has jumped  on the  “Save Haiti” bandwagon. To question the impulse to donate,  then, will probably be viewed as analogous with rooting for Charles  Manson, John Wayne Gacy, or the Spice Girls.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then later he is &lt;a href="http://www.espnmediazone3.com/us/2010/01/statement-regarding-paul-shirley/"&gt;dropped from ESPN&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;So what you can't question anything, anymore ?&lt;br /&gt;I agree his article wasn't that nice but it does make sense.&lt;br /&gt;I'm all for helping out the people of Haiti but if someone doesn't feel the same they souldn't be persecuted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IT IS NOT America's duty to help out all over the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are how far in debt ?&lt;br /&gt;Yet we shell out the $$$ to Haiti , I'm not saying it's wrong or right. It is the right thing to do.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But it's NOT mandatory.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All I can think is what if it happened in America ? Odds are we'd have been expected to pull ourselves together. I can't remember how much support did we get internationally after Katrina ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's a little extreme (and wrong) for ESPN to drop Paul, they have reasons but the guy was just giving a second opinion.&lt;br /&gt;An opinion people didn't want to hear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God we can speak freely hear in America without persecution.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-7943463793762278932?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/7943463793762278932/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/01/paul-shirleys-haiti-piece.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/7943463793762278932'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/7943463793762278932'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/01/paul-shirleys-haiti-piece.html' title='Paul Shirley&apos;s Haiti Piece'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-4024698016360759764</id><published>2010-01-18T13:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:50:29.565-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 Albums coming up this year</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left; font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;    Honarable Mention: &lt;span&gt;Kids In The Way&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"untitled EP" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;10. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Blindside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sent By Ravens &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flatfoot 56&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Newsboys&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"Born Again"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Living Sacrifice&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The Infinite Order&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;5.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Norma Jean&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.F&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;amily Force 5&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Children 18:3&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Haste The Day&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Demon Hunter&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"The World Is A Thorn&lt;/span&gt;"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: georgia;"&gt;2010 should be full of great Christian music. And I'm sure there are bands that will release a cd this year that I don't know about now so we'll see. Like if A Plea For Purging releases one....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-4024698016360759764?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/4024698016360759764/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/01/top-10-albums-coming-up-this-year.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/4024698016360759764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/4024698016360759764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/01/top-10-albums-coming-up-this-year.html' title='Top 10 Albums coming up this year'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-8101371683604672353</id><published>2010-01-18T08:15:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-18T08:15:00.145-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Grapes of Wrath gone Homo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Whyn't you ast our preacher if you done a sin ?" the girl asked.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"I will-but he's a queer man.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yet from reading earlier chapters in the book we find out the preacher is far from being a fag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I don't get it, and since when did the Homosexuals start stealing all our words ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gay use to mean "happy" like in that Christmas song "Now we dawn our gay apparel".&lt;br /&gt;But now instead of getting the mental picture of someone dressed in there nice Christmas best, we get images of Rainbows and Bruno.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats another thing not only did they steal our words gay and queer but they went and hijacked the freakin' Rainbow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same sign God gave to Noah as a covenant that he would never completely flood the earth again like he'd just done. A flood that was designed to kill off all the people who were wicked.&lt;br /&gt;Homosexuality is a sin. In God's eyes sin is wicked. Now back to the whole rainbow thing and  how ironic is that ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh well I'm done now.&lt;br /&gt;Just setting back waiting for another would to be taken captive......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-8101371683604672353?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/8101371683604672353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/01/grapes-of-wrath-gone-homo.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/8101371683604672353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/8101371683604672353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/01/grapes-of-wrath-gone-homo.html' title='The Grapes of Wrath gone Homo'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-3962889589403318859</id><published>2010-01-17T22:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-19T17:23:21.735-06:00</updated><title type='text'>lik idk y ?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Like...&lt;br /&gt;Oh crap I messed up let's try it again.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lik idk y ppl tlk lik tis ?&lt;br /&gt;2 me its hrd 2 read and drives me crzy.&lt;br /&gt;C I no good at tis here. Sry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it do save time tho, but not dat much.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd much rather take a few extra seconds to add nice proper spelling and capitol letters as needed.&lt;br /&gt;But thats just me, we still kewl ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-3962889589403318859?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/3962889589403318859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/01/lik-idk-y.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/3962889589403318859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/3962889589403318859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/01/lik-idk-y.html' title='lik idk y ?'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-3530944874985479774</id><published>2010-01-16T23:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T22:14:51.577-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions on Creation and Such</title><content type='html'>I'm a Christian and believe that God created the Heavens and Earth but sometimes I think about it really hard. What if evolution is right ? What if we were  formed from some nucleus or whatever ?&lt;br /&gt;Were did the first nuclei come from then ?&lt;br /&gt;What if neither is right ? What if it's all like that one Twilight Zone were the guy is living a life but he's really in a box being watched by scientists ?  What if when you die you find out you never were more then a character in a fictional video game ?&lt;br /&gt;I know that's not right and I don't believe that but ask yourself "What if ?".&lt;br /&gt;What about all the countless galaxy's out there ?&lt;br /&gt;Genesis states God created the Heaven&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;s&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(plural)&lt;/span&gt; and the earth&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; (singular)&lt;/span&gt;".&lt;br /&gt;So perhaps the other far of galaxy's are part of heaven ? What &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;could&lt;/span&gt; be out there ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's these kind of question that eat at you. And I remember when my mom took me to Dairy Queen one day after school and told me there was no Easter Bunny or Santa Claus. Yet I'd believed in them when I was younger. And ever since&lt;br /&gt;I've always wonder if maybe everything I've known was/is wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe Jesus died for our sins but what if religion is like Santa Claus and just something to keep people for being real bastards and committing crimes left and right ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And if Adam and Eve were the only two humans wouldn't the sons of Adam therefore commit incest ? I mean that was obviously common back then but wouldn't that make us mutated some sort ? Maybe Adam and Eve only had 8 fingers and toes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope I didn't offend anyone to bad just some thinking I was doing.&lt;br /&gt;God Bless and Jesus please take my unbelief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-3530944874985479774?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/3530944874985479774/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/01/questions-on-creation-and-such.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/3530944874985479774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/3530944874985479774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/01/questions-on-creation-and-such.html' title='Questions on Creation and Such'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-1648272743401795659</id><published>2010-01-13T22:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-01-16T23:07:38.478-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Now here's what I really think about being skipped by the Royals Caravan</title><content type='html'>The Royals are screwing themselves by not coming to Mid-Missouri sure bypass the Capitol and Columbia. Because we don't really care all to much for the fans so hey let the Cardinals have em'.&lt;br /&gt;See if I David Glass or I Dayton Moore give a @#$* because haha the jokes on you we don't.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24 years in the books without a playoff appearance, and the Royals are slowly going the way of the Buffalo and the Expo whatever the heck an Expo was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-1648272743401795659?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/1648272743401795659/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/01/now-heres-what-i-really-think-about.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/1648272743401795659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/1648272743401795659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2010/01/now-heres-what-i-really-think-about.html' title='Now here&apos;s what I really think about being skipped by the Royals Caravan'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-2931641829634095781</id><published>2009-12-19T21:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:50:29.589-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love It</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.christianbook.com/Christian/Books/product?item_no=CD5602X&amp;amp;item_code=WW&amp;amp;netp_id=453279&amp;amp;event=EBRN&amp;amp;view=details"&gt;A Review of Norma Jean's "Redeemer" on Christian Book&lt;/a&gt; by some person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote style="font-style: italic;"&gt;I am sorry, but I fail to see how this is singing. I am not old, nor out of touch, but screaming is not music. This band is obviously talented musically, with intricate beats and interesting instrumentals. But the violent nature of screaming the lyrics goes totally against the Gospel message of peace, humility and love.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Funny huh ? Of course I bet quite a few folks in my church would think the same but of course I disagree......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-2931641829634095781?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/2931641829634095781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-it.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/2931641829634095781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/2931641829634095781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2009/12/love-it.html' title='Love It'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-2237455893950874898</id><published>2009-12-17T22:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:50:29.647-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Facebook</title><content type='html'>So I just found a whole bunch of my favorite musicians on Facebook including the amazing Jimmy Ryan. Here's hoping I get a lot of confirmations. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to think it all started with a dream I had last night to look up Brandon Rike on FB. Well that was one of two dreams the other had a hamster in an aquarium with fish and doing fine I might add, just running around in his little wheel thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also I'm so "hoping" to start a band next year &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;(It's one of my goals for 2010)&lt;/span&gt; if I could just find a way to keep my voice from cracking after only screaming for 20 minutes. Maybe I'll get "The Zen of Screaming" for Christmas that would be nice.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-2237455893950874898?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/2237455893950874898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2009/12/amazing-facebook.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/2237455893950874898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/2237455893950874898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2009/12/amazing-facebook.html' title='Amazing Facebook'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-6003399566579108410</id><published>2009-12-16T23:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T21:35:46.675-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Bastards</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.columbiatribune.com/news/2009/dec/08/students-question-message-of-hate/?news"&gt;The Story&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Read first)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not sure why that is allowed. Gosh these guys are bastards.&lt;br /&gt;I don't care what religion they claim to be, but to say God sent the ****in killer ?&lt;br /&gt;Why is there no law to keep the aforementioned scum from picketing our soldiers funerals ?&lt;br /&gt;That's bad enough but a high school after a classmate was killed along with her sister, mom, and grandma ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell you I'm am 18 year old Christian home-schooled Senior. But I haven't always been home-schooled and I tell you what, Christian or not if they did that at my school after one of my classmates was murder and had the audacity to "taunted students leaving school".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I'd probably be in jail right now, that's all I'm saying.&lt;br /&gt;The students are much classier then me, because if I was there, there would be an ass kicking....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd pray for Westboro Baptist Church but there's just no way I could pray  God's will unbiasedly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-6003399566579108410?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/6003399566579108410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2009/12/bastards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/6003399566579108410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/6003399566579108410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2009/12/bastards.html' title='Bastards'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-3437789146286169183</id><published>2009-12-16T21:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2009-12-17T22:54:41.598-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Girl Friends</title><content type='html'>Well I completed one of those How Well Do You know me quizzes on Facebook and one of the questions I had was: How many girlfriends have I had ?&lt;br /&gt;My friend answered 2 but the correct answer was 0.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's right 18 and I've never been on a date, and that got me thinking why is that ?&lt;br /&gt;People do seem to like me !&lt;br /&gt;Well part of the reason is I'm a shy guy and another reason the main reason is....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've just never met anyone I'd even remotely consider spending the rest of my life with, I mean that's what dating is about right finding the one who's right for you. But if you aren't considering that then why would you date someone ?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe to fit in ? Maybe because it's the norm. But what happens when it eventually leads to physical attraction ? Which I'm sure wouldn't trip up some people but I'm not sure that I could hold up and not give in when pressured.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And seriously talk about something that could ruin at least three lives. I mean who doesn't notice all the teenage pregnant mothers ? One frolic and now they have a kid a huge responsibility. And if the parents aren't responsible face it the kids gonna have one hell of a crappy life. And don't forget the dad who'll have to pay child support.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole thing is sickening quite repulsive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No thanks, I really don't want to ruin my future or anybody else's for that matter.&lt;br /&gt;That's just not for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd much rather find the one for me and have a great family.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-3437789146286169183?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/3437789146286169183/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2009/12/girl-friends.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/3437789146286169183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/3437789146286169183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2009/12/girl-friends.html' title='Girl Friends'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-2412336413018931942</id><published>2009-12-16T21:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:50:29.657-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dead Poetic</title><content type='html'>About all I've been listening to this past week is Dead Poetic. Gosh I really hope they get back together and create a new album. Brandon, Zach and company are amazing.&lt;br /&gt;That's about all I can say.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-2412336413018931942?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/2412336413018931942/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2009/12/dead-poetic.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/2412336413018931942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/2412336413018931942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2009/12/dead-poetic.html' title='Dead Poetic'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-2343583850251840599</id><published>2009-10-30T21:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2010-09-29T21:50:29.672-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Some Amazing T-Shirts from Facedown bands</title><content type='html'>&lt;img style="WIDTH: 469px; HEIGHT: 470px; TOP: 75px; LEFT: 40px" id="image" class="img" src="http://facedown.merchnow.com/images/17097?w=469&amp;amp;h=470" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 470px; HEIGHT: 470px; TOP: 75px; LEFT: 40px" id="image" class="img" src="http://facedown.merchnow.com/images/16739?w=470&amp;amp;h=470" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 470px; HEIGHT: 470px; TOP: 75px; LEFT: 40px" id="image" class="img" src="http://facedown.merchnow.com/images/15774?w=470&amp;amp;h=470" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 470px; HEIGHT: 470px; TOP: 75px; LEFT: 40px" id="image" class="img" src="http://facedown.merchnow.com/images/15081?w=470&amp;amp;h=470" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 470px; HEIGHT: 470px; TOP: 75px; LEFT: 40px" id="image" class="img" src="http://facedown.merchnow.com/images/15063?w=470&amp;amp;h=470" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img style="WIDTH: 460px; HEIGHT: 470px; TOP: 75px; LEFT: 45px" id="image" class="img" src="http://blackrosedistrict.merchnow.com/images/10947?w=460&amp;amp;h=470" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Wow some amazing T-Shirts from some great Facedown Records bands and of course the amazing Black Rose District 7 Deadly sins series. I don't have $115 dollars right now but come Spring when my job comes back. You better believe I'll pick up all thesse when the cash comes in.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Facedown always good for the music and Facedown's shirts are off the hook.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They can be purchased &lt;a href="http://facedown.merchnow.com/"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-2343583850251840599?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/2343583850251840599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-amazing-t-shirts-from-facedown.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/2343583850251840599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/2343583850251840599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2009/10/some-amazing-t-shirts-from-facedown.html' title='Some Amazing T-Shirts from Facedown bands'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-3826099451732199710</id><published>2008-12-20T22:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T22:43:26.567-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Not cool</title><content type='html'>Yeah having a nose bleed at a visitation is not cool at all. But I guess it does happen so I'm setting in a chair and wham so I get up and try to get out of the building without drawing to much attention walk around the building and in the other door and into the bathroom while a guy using the urinal is trying to make conversation and I'm in the stall stuffing toilet paper up my nose. Well next I go to wash my hands and the place card says "It's never to early to plan YOUR funeral".&lt;br /&gt;Not cool, not cool at all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-3826099451732199710?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/3826099451732199710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-cool.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/3826099451732199710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/3826099451732199710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2008/12/not-cool.html' title='Not cool'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-4310401401381987146</id><published>2008-12-13T09:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T10:01:41.830-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Whale Wars</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So I'm watching this "Whale Wars" last night on Animal Planet.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And these crazy people are going after Jap whaling boats in there Sea Shepard "Steve Irwin" and using a United Nations  as a means for a warrant for the Japs arrest.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;So they were just going to go board this whaling boat issue the warrant and commandeer the ship back to Japan for trial. Yeah crazy huh ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Only here's the thing that's nuts these aren't trained sailors they are 33 volunteers as the one guy said "There's 2 billion people in the world and only 33 care about the whales".&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Well I may care about  the whales but common sense people !!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;A mean come'on they sent an all girl boarding party in an inflatable boat and then we watch it go sailing away and never see it till they come back. Now it couldn't catch up with the whaling boat but I mean come'on your using an all girl boarding party without weapons (that I could see).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt; Sorry but how does that not make anything happen other then the potential for disaster ?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Anyway this show was very weird I mean what's gonna stop the whalers from eventually just getting fed up, sinking there boat destroying the camera's and killing them all ? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;And the line of the whole show was when the coward leader said if I get on that ship (the whaling one) I won't leave. The sad thing is that could be very true.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;But you want a sicker show Animal Cops, god I couldn't watch it even thought the rest of the family did there's just to many sicko's out there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-4310401401381987146?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/4310401401381987146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2008/12/whale-wars.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/4310401401381987146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/4310401401381987146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2008/12/whale-wars.html' title='Whale Wars'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1344933043753437232.post-3712555550818033938</id><published>2008-12-13T09:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T09:43:23.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Willow Boy</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;By: Ray&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;A dark mud covered boy sank down, beneath the massive shade of a century old willow. His hands were chapped from many a hard day's labor, his tough leathery skin a dark tan from many a day in the sun. His feet were rock solid as he'd spent most of his life without shoes. As he set beneath that old, massive willow, on the hot summer day maybe around the 15th of July but time didn't matter at all. If he owned a watch he could see that it was 3:28 PM on a hot Louisiana day, but he didn't. In fact his only possession of worth at all, was a medium sized mutt dog that he'd found one day as a puppy. It was a coon hound mix of some sort or another he'd named it Guppy after the aquatic animals that would one day become frogs.Guppy's coat was an uncombed mess filled with ticks and kookaburras but his short coon hound mix fur, that resembled a blue ticks coat in color, kept it to a minimum. It was by far a must invaluable possession for anyone to own, it was a no good mutt of a dog, but it was his.But now he was fast asleep below that willow, his clothing was just as ragged as he was, his blue jeans with holes in both knees and also ripped andshredded at the bottoms, he had on a white shirt although very tan from the dried dirt it was still visible to any passer byers that it had at one point been white. The boy also carried with him two red handkerchief's , one was well used that one he'd use to keep the sweat from burning his eyes while he worked, the other he'd tie around his eyes when he couldn't get to sleep to keep the sun out. He wasn't a stupid boy, and he hadn't always been dirt poor ether he'd came from a rich family but his mother and father had died when he was but two from a cholera outbreak, he the only child from his family survived and was sent to Louisiana to live with his grandpa. But he was not always from Louisiana, no. He was a Georgia boy at heart much more the peach eating type then the swamp wading type. But that should never have been a problem for him, as his grandpa was a very wealthy man. The only problem was his grandpa had enemies that hated him dearly, and for really no reason at all. But there was a reason and a good one to them, one the boy didn't know of, didn't care of. But when his grandpa died one day from heart failure, he learned of it all to quickly. As his grandpa's enemies swooped down like buzzards to decaying carcass, early the next morning.And they took everything.His grandpa's prized .22 LR, from which the boy had spent many an afternoon hunting "tree rats" as they scampered from tree to tree.His grandpa's cash, china, silverware, everything. They then torched the house and the boy fled from his hiding spot just past the barn into the woods with nothing other then a photograph taken last spring of the boy and his grandpa on that o so happy day.One of the rioters saw the boy run and soon toke after him followed by at least 7 more. They soon found the boy, hiding in the weeds along the pond, grasping the photo of his grandpa and him. They were outraged and one of the rioters took his rifle butt and thrust it into the boys face.When he'd awakened he found himself alone in the weeds where he'd been but it was now almost sunset and his face and shirt were covered in dry blood. He crept back to the burning embers of his 2 story home and wept for there was nothing left at all.-------End of &lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Chapter 1&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1344933043753437232-3712555550818033938?l=whyray.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/feeds/3712555550818033938/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2008/12/willow-boy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/3712555550818033938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1344933043753437232/posts/default/3712555550818033938'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://whyray.blogspot.com/2008/12/willow-boy.html' title='Willow Boy'/><author><name>Ray W</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06549351967601736938</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-07OilIKTZbE/Tw-BlR8ushI/AAAAAAAAAMw/odCLxngiX_k/s220/340659_3054322880673_1341345545_33185002_1242301579_o.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
