<?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-3969528</id><updated>2011-06-08T01:36:10.527-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Super Smash Brothers</title><subtitle type='html'>&lt;link="#cccc99" alink="orange" vlink="#cc99cc"&gt;
&lt;a href="mailto:heathbar43@hotmail.com"&gt;Heath&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;a href="mailto:weasel281@yahoo.com"&gt;Weasel&lt;/A&gt;, &lt;a href="mailto:awchewy@aol.com"&gt;David&lt;/A&gt;, and &lt;a href="mailto:pablosuki@yahoo.com"&gt;Ryan&lt;/A&gt;</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://supersmashbros.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersmashbros.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171128093087557203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>618</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-109209681991205985</id><published>2004-08-09T19:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T19:13:39.913-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> THE ENDI, Weasel, officially declare this blog closed. Thanks for the memories, guys. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/109209681991205985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/109209681991205985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersmashbros.blogspot.com/2004/08/end-i-weasel-officially-declare-this.html' title=''/><author><name>the wease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298858810575873027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-108053706302945083</id><published>2004-03-28T23:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T23:14:31.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And now, the list goes to me.  For this one, I've come up with a special tribute list to former group blogger Ryan (2002-2004).  List the top 3 ways Ryan ACTUALLY wrecked Cynthia.  Because, come on, driving through high water?  Let's use our imaginations here, people.  (For those of you that don't know, Cynthia was Ryan's silver Eclipse for about 5 years or so.  It had a lot of history.)In the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/108053706302945083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/108053706302945083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersmashbros.blogspot.com/2004/03/and-now-list-goes-to-me.html' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415948010412496893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-108034248019577558</id><published>2004-03-26T17:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:20:58.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm going to make this kind of general, with a few simple rules just to keep it getting too involved.1) Ryan must be the first to die because he's been alot better than the other three of us, so he doesn't deserve to have to watch any of his friends get the axe.2) Weasel must go second because I don't want him to have the satisfaction of watching people die who he doesn't like.  I only say </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/108034248019577558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/108034248019577558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersmashbros.blogspot.com/2004/03/im-going-to-make-this-kind-of-general.html' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415948010412496893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-108014217772765560</id><published>2004-03-24T09:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:20:58.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay okay Jenny...I'm altering my list and putting her last because anyone that beats DT in bowling deserves to die last out of all of us....including me. Happy now Jenny?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/108014217772765560'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/108014217772765560'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersmashbros.blogspot.com/2004/03/okay-okay-jenny.html' title=''/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10662613973468565208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-108010656142344337</id><published>2004-03-23T23:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:20:58.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The order is quite easy to think of...i added a few people just to spice it up.The real order we would die...1. Weas-For blaming me for clogging his toilet when Tim said it happens all the time.  Who would have thought a toilet would clog alot when its owner makes it a habit of flushing all his Q-tips down there.  2. DT-Anyone that loses to Jenny in bowling deserves to die next3. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/108010656142344337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/108010656142344337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersmashbros.blogspot.com/2004/03/order-is-quite-easy-to-think-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10662613973468565208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-108008308842981878</id><published>2004-03-23T17:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:20:58.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well if I got to choose who would be in the room with me, I certainly wouldn't choose my friends. I'd pick some of my enemies to die with me. But I have a feeling that isn't in the spirit of the list, so I'll use you guys.The order we would die1. Heath - Heath would die first for clogging my toilet, and I would pull the trigger.2. Me - Once I get my revenge I'll have no reason to stick </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/108008308842981878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/108008308842981878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersmashbros.blogspot.com/2004/03/well-if-i-got-to-choose-who-would-be-in.html' title=''/><author><name>the wease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298858810575873027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107994008239769207</id><published>2004-03-22T01:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:20:58.415-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ryan quitting the blog would be heresy...we can't let that happen because most of the time the only reason i remember to post is because he gripes at me.  So i'm gonna try to better about the posting thing.  In the meantime, we need a list that's new and fresh...something that Ryan would feel he'd be missing out on if he didn't post in response to.  SOOOO....Suppose you were held hostage in a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107994008239769207'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107994008239769207'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersmashbros.blogspot.com/2004/03/ryan-quitting-blog-would-be-heresy.html' title=''/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10662613973468565208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107992602512057587</id><published>2004-03-21T21:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:20:58.419-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whoa there, Cowboy.  Sorry if I happened to miss a sentence in reading things.  People do that sometimes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107992602512057587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107992602512057587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersmashbros.blogspot.com/2004/03/whoa-there-cowboy.html' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415948010412496893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107991931423587706</id><published>2004-03-21T19:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:20:58.458-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am seeing the end of the blog for the up-teenth time...which brings me to this pointI QUIT THIS BLOGThanks</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107991931423587706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107991931423587706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersmashbros.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-am-seeing-end-of-blog-for-up-teenth.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171128093087557203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107991762135048128</id><published>2004-03-21T19:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:20:58.472-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The NCAA Tournament...sucks.  The two teams I chose to go all the way were both eliminated in the second round, along with a myriad of other teams I selected to win games later on.  As of right now, I'm pretty sure I can't even make it to 40 points.  Sucks.  Sucks bad.On the bright side, I watched some of Joe Dirt today.  Thank you, Brittany Daniel (aka Eric Foreman's cousin Penny (What is it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107991762135048128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107991762135048128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersmashbros.blogspot.com/2004/03/ncaa-tournament.html' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415948010412496893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107984302703095530</id><published>2004-03-20T22:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:20:58.481-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Julia 2...gone? Get out! She left quicker than she got there. What happened, Ryan? As for my list, I'll have to take some time with it. I don't even remember everyone on my old list. But I do know that Tina Fey will stay, and Jessica Simpson is guaranteed a spot.....in my bed.....for always. Go Duke!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107984302703095530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107984302703095530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersmashbros.blogspot.com/2004/03/julia-2.html' title=''/><author><name>the wease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298858810575873027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107957870554439309</id><published>2004-03-17T20:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:20:58.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What was i thinking.  Julia 2 is off the list.  She had a short lived stay.  taking her place is.....i dont know....i suppose i dont really need to know until the lists resurface.  since its my turn, and i have no clue for a list, lets just revisit our lists from way back when, and update.go</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107957870554439309'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107957870554439309'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersmashbros.blogspot.com/2004/03/what-was-i-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171128093087557203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107951831879276464</id><published>2004-03-17T04:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:20:58.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Okay David...you see the time that i'm posting this and you'll realize why i was late getting up for lunch/bowling in a few hours.  Anyways, i guess i can come up with a few characters for you allMe-i agree with Chewy's assessment of Matthew Perry...i can deal with thatRyan-Harland Williams from Rocketman, Half-baked, and There's Something about Mary...the similarities are eerie.Weasel-The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107951831879276464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107951831879276464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersmashbros.blogspot.com/2004/03/okay-david.html' title=''/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10662613973468565208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107949353034882212</id><published>2004-03-16T21:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:20:58.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright, this list was my idea and I refuse to be the last to post on it after more than a week.  I'm only going to include my friends as characters and leave family out of it, unlike Weasel.  I've been having a hard time coming up with a Heath and a Ryan, so we'll see what comes out when I get to them.Myself - Tobey Maguire or Ethan EmbryRyan - Harry Connick, Jr. (goin' with the Louisiana </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107949353034882212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107949353034882212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersmashbros.blogspot.com/2004/03/alright-this-list-was-my-idea-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415948010412496893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107902415621225165</id><published>2004-03-11T10:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:20:58.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weasel's SongStarringBrad Pitt - WeaselRed Foreman (That 70's Show) - Weasel's dadKitty Foreman - Weasel's momMichael Richards - RyanBen Savage (circa '96) - Chewy Heah Ceren - Heath CerenThat's all I can think of for now. Here is my reasoning:- Heath would play Heath because I got lazy. I can't come up with a famous person that is like Heath. God wouldn't unleash two of them on this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107902415621225165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107902415621225165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersmashbros.blogspot.com/2004/03/weasels-song-starring-brad-pitt-weasel.html' title=''/><author><name>the wease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298858810575873027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107889874717820528</id><published>2004-03-10T00:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:20:58.525-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I cannot keep this blog running single handedly.  post.  anyoneon another note, i must amend my "list" for the time being.  I will be swapping julia for julia.Roberts is off, and as a surprise to weasel, good ol julia loius dreifus is on, for her witty charm and perfect fit into my dark hair dark eye mold.  Lisa Wilson (former American Idol contestant is making a plea for the list as well, i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107889874717820528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107889874717820528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersmashbros.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-cannot-keep-this-blog-running-single.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171128093087557203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107872765059088025</id><published>2004-03-08T00:34:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:20:58.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That is the first I have seen of that site.  4 people on a blog.....made up phrases and words.....sounds like someone(s) needs to stop riding on the coat-tails of others.In Drama 4 my senior year, we did something similar to this list.  Fen asked the other members of the class who would play each of us, and then we had to do a monolouge from that person.  The class picked Rupert Everett to play</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107872765059088025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107872765059088025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersmashbros.blogspot.com/2004/03/that-is-first-i-have-seen-of-that-site.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171128093087557203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107871400579940354</id><published>2004-03-07T20:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:20:58.534-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>      There are some young men we know (somewhat) who have a blog that defines the special words that they use.  As I was purusing this list of words, one term in particular caught my eye.  It was the word "Plunking," and refered to little Plunk and his girlfriend, DT's step-sister, have underage intercourse.  Now, normally I might just have a good laugh about this and read on, but it bothered me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107871400579940354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107871400579940354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersmashbros.blogspot.com/2004/03/there-are-some-young-men-we-know.html' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415948010412496893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107846420941050824</id><published>2004-03-04T23:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:20:58.539-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As usual, i shall be the last to post.1) Dumb and Dumber- Harry has a bulletproof vest on at the end to save his life.  When asked what would have happened had he got shot in the head, he doesn't know what to say.  In real life, he would have been shot in the head...people that stupid in real life don't exist, and when they do, they get shot in the head.2) Moulin Rouge-The fact that Nicole </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107846420941050824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107846420941050824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersmashbros.blogspot.com/2004/03/as-usual-i-shall-be-last-to-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10662613973468565208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107846304833179059</id><published>2004-03-04T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:20:58.543-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't think I even know two movies well, let alone three.1) With Honors - When was the last time you made friends with a bum in the basement of your library?  Bottom line, in real life, Brendan Fraser's character turns in the bum, gets his thesis back, changes nothing, and goes through life without thinking twice about it.2) Little Giants - Two words: No.  Way.3) Shawshank Redemption - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107846304833179059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107846304833179059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersmashbros.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-dont-think-i-even-know-two-movies.html' title=''/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415948010412496893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107845958376646107</id><published>2004-03-04T22:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:20:58.548-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tought topic1. office space - rather than the building burning down, Lumburg should have found the money, and rather than fire the three, he would have them all at his whim for the rest of their lives. 2.  any action movie - whenever its one guy against 20+ men, odds are the one will not survive.  I find it funny how people shooting machine guns tend to miss so often.3.  west side story - </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107845958376646107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107845958376646107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersmashbros.blogspot.com/2004/03/tought-topic-1.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171128093087557203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107844439027367549</id><published>2004-03-04T17:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:20:58.552-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Movies with Unrealistic Outcomes:1) Return of the King - come on, SOMEONE from the fellowship should have died. You can't expect me to believe none of those dumb-ass hobbits fell on a pointy stick. 2) James Bond Movies - In real life he'd be dead from syphillus, about 30 times over. Lord knows where someone named Pussy Galore has been. 3) Snow White and the Seven Dwarves - I'm convinced the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107844439027367549'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107844439027367549'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersmashbros.blogspot.com/2004/03/movies-with-unrealistic-outcomes-1.html' title=''/><author><name>the wease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298858810575873027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107828633130245270</id><published>2004-03-02T21:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:20:58.557-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Our band...That Thing You Do style...CD: Supersmash My Heart to PiecesBand: The OnedersOn lead vocals: Chewy, aka "Jimmy"....the "talent" of the group.  Writer of that hit song "Alone in My Principles".  His talent is only preceded by his ability to get frustrated with those around him who don't share the same dedication to perfection.  Not even Liv Tyler (yeah right)  throwing herself at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107828633130245270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107828633130245270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersmashbros.blogspot.com/2004/03/our-band.html' title=''/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10662613973468565208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107826608683091050</id><published>2004-03-02T16:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:20:58.561-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We'd be the Monkees, because the only way we would ever form a band is if some executive threw a bunch of (or any) money at us. I guess that describes N sync, too. Me - Michael Nesmith - he was the tall guy with the hat. ("That's not  even Michael Nesmith's real hat!") No, I'm not tall nor do I have a hat. But he was the one who got frustrated with the label and the campy, formulaic songs that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107826608683091050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107826608683091050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersmashbros.blogspot.com/2004/03/wed-be-monkees-because-only-way-we.html' title=''/><author><name>the wease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298858810575873027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107825634620471815</id><published>2004-03-02T13:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2010-05-03T16:20:58.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The way i see it, we are very similar to ....i hate to say it...but N'Sync.  Heath would be Justin, having the ability to sing, but more notably, having the ability to move from girl to girl to girl.David would be JC, also being able to sing (and very well at that).  He keeps a low cover, not as high profile as Justin, and is still able to be famous without the crutch of the group.Wease would </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107825634620471815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107825634620471815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersmashbros.blogspot.com/2004/03/way-i-see-it-we-are-very-similar-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171128093087557203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107820414668299336</id><published>2004-03-01T23:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-01T23:11:59.936-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Making the Band: Blog Syle     I've thought almost semi-halfway seriously about this topic.  I decided that above all else, Heath would have to be drums.  I've got a couple of reasons for this.  First, chicks dig the drummer for some reason, and since chicks already dig Heath, it's only natural he goes drummin'.  Second, I don't see Heath having the stage personality to play one of the guitars,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107820414668299336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107820414668299336'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415948010412496893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107804563804077519</id><published>2004-02-29T03:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-29T03:12:30.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First off, good news. All 4 Seinfeld actors have finally agreed to do the bonus material for the DVD's. 180 episodes of pure comedic bliss are headed your way. My Backup in a fightRyan - It took me a while to pick the top spot here. Initially I thought Heath is stronger than Ryan, if I get in a fight at 4pm Ryan would still in bed, and Heath wasn't the one who picked Chewy over me. But instead</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107804563804077519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107804563804077519'/><author><name>the wease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298858810575873027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107802057564697755</id><published>2004-02-28T20:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T20:12:26.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wow, two quick responses, i guess i will go ahead and give mine, so that when wease posts his, he can post another list as well.if we were just wrestling, corpus-style, i would have to go Heath, Wease, then David, simply from the performances given there, who gave, and who my partner was, but since this would be an all out fist fight...my picks would be...David - for a couple of reasons, i </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107802057564697755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107802057564697755'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171128093087557203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107801268061779319</id><published>2004-02-28T17:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T18:00:50.246-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>WANNA BOX?!?!1) Heath - I was totally going to put Ryan numero uno, and then I remembered something.  Heath, as my teammate, made Weasel call uncle in Corpus.  Let me say that again: Heath made the mentally unflappable Weasel...flap!  Once I remembered that, there was no question about who needed to be number one.2) Ryan - At 6'3" and about 170-180, he's certainly bigger than the rest of us.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107801268061779319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107801268061779319'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415948010412496893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107801183866732784</id><published>2004-02-28T17:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T17:46:48.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Good list Ryan...Now, please no one take offense to the order to which i'm about to give...1. Ryan-Flat out...he's got the size advantage over the other two.  What he lacks in shear tenacity he makes up for the fact that compared to the rest of us, he's an ogre (in a good way Ryan, in a good way).  Plus i think it's a fair assumption that Ryan's just as strong if not stronger than the other </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107801183866732784'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107801183866732784'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10662613973468565208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107801105268498201</id><published>2004-02-28T17:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T17:33:42.780-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We are all known to crack a joke and keep it running with the best of them.  Lets say we do this amongst the company of strangers, and they do not take kindly to said joke, and want to start a "rumble".  Sure, i think each of you would have my back, but lets make it interesting, and say at the time, only one of the 4 of us was with you.  who would that one be, and why?  you can then put the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107801105268498201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107801105268498201'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171128093087557203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107794979502853263</id><published>2004-02-28T00:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-28T00:32:44.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spring Breakin'...OLD SCHOOL STYLE!What I wish I would be doing:1) Sleeping2) Going out of the country, preferably to some island paradise.3) Four words: Cabin on a lake.What I'll be doing fo' real:1) Physics homework2) MCAT homework3) SleepingTime for a new list.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107794979502853263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107794979502853263'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415948010412496893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107785291282474670</id><published>2004-02-26T21:35:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T21:38:00.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wish i was:Goin to south padre maybe...i think some guys here are going.Goin skiing...again, some guys here going.Goin to Hawaii with my parents who don't like their kids enough to invite them along with them.I am going to:Hang out with lil' KaceyHang out with PablosukiProbably watchin a good amount of movies.I'm not interesting anymore...on a good note, i have a date on sunday.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107785291282474670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107785291282474670'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10662613973468565208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107777831905626916</id><published>2004-02-26T00:51:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-26T00:54:45.950-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>wish i was :going to LAgoing to (Insert body of water here)planning aheadgoing to:sitworknot realize that there is supposed to be some difference between that week and every other week before it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107777831905626916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107777831905626916'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171128093087557203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107770599397648684</id><published>2004-02-25T04:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T04:49:19.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I spent 4 hours talking philosophy (of religion and god, of course) with Cabe. Now it's 4:45, and I have to wake up at 5:30....or continue the conversation with Ryan. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107770599397648684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107770599397648684'/><author><name>the wease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298858810575873027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107770543219099379</id><published>2004-02-25T04:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-25T04:40:10.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wanna Do:1) Take a trip with friends on the overlapping weekend between my spring break and theirs. (possibly New Braunfels)2) Take a trip with friends on the overlapping weekend between my spring break and theirs. 3) Take a trip with friends on the overlapping weekend between my spring break and theirs. Will Do:1) Whatever anyone suggests2) Dentist appt.3) Taxes</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107770543219099379'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107770543219099379'/><author><name>the wease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298858810575873027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107768561374611311</id><published>2004-02-24T23:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-24T23:09:39.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Double the pleasure, double the fun.  This is a compound list concerning Spring Break.  List the top 3 things that you'd want to do over Spring Break, then list the top 3 things that you'll most likely be doing over Spring Break.  I guess it's an exercise in depressing yourself by comparing the dream with the reality.  Hit it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107768561374611311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107768561374611311'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415948010412496893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107758852940536053</id><published>2004-02-23T20:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T20:11:33.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chewy. List. Go. In the meantime I'll ramble about myself, since I don't maintain a personal blog anymore. Went to bed at 1:30 last night. Why? I was composing punk songs on a website where you can do just that until 12:30. Then I wasn't tired. I had all this rage. I wanted to punch The Man in the face and scare conformist drones out of their routine with a mohawk!!...but instead I played some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107758852940536053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107758852940536053'/><author><name>the wease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298858810575873027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107751605648782226</id><published>2004-02-23T00:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-23T17:29:19.793-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The dang blog ate my first post so this one won't be as detailed.  I'm really pissed off right now.1. Heath- That's right...me.  I wouldn't last as long as the others because, like one said, i would lack the entertainment.  The only thing that might make me last longer would be believing i was in competition with my other friends to see who could survive longest.  But i doubt even that could </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107751605648782226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107751605648782226'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10662613973468565208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107749686926654332</id><published>2004-02-22T18:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T18:45:24.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Island Survivability ChartDr. WeaselNothingua Sleepula - Comman name: Ryan. After years of studying the Ryan, I have yet to see it move more than 5 miles from its place of birth. If conditions threatened its nest, it is doubtful a Ryan would bother to move. A Ryan is the most sedentary creature listed, often sleeping for between 18 and 22 hours a day. A specific number is impossible to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107749686926654332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107749686926654332'/><author><name>the wease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298858810575873027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107743082025938183</id><published>2004-02-22T00:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T00:23:13.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I thought this post would be difficult, then i decided to base my decision on who would be able to pass the time without going stir crazy, and it came pretty easily.Ryan (that being me) - I would survive longest simply from my track record of splitting my time between doing nothing and sleeping 12 hours out of the day for the past 4+ years.  Weasel - the only other one out of the four who </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107743082025938183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107743082025938183'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171128093087557203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107742840344403774</id><published>2004-02-21T23:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T23:42:44.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That's Thurston Howell the Third, to you. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107742840344403774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107742840344403774'/><author><name>the wease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298858810575873027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107742819311196734</id><published>2004-02-21T23:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T23:46:12.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Island survival are a tough call, especially with each on our own island because they'll obviously have to be a little different.  One thing is sure, though, and that is that Heath would survive the longest because with his luck, he would land on an island that wasn't actually deserted, but instead had nothing but young maiden's between the ages of 17 and 25.  That's just Heath's way.  After that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107742819311196734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107742819311196734'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415948010412496893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107742638506999044</id><published>2004-02-21T23:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T23:11:49.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cast Away ws on TV tonight, so it got me thinking about what it would be like to be stranded on a desert island. And I wondered if I could survive and for how long. And then I wondered which one of us would last longest. If we each crashed on our own island, which one of us would last longest, and how long would each of us survive? </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107742638506999044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107742638506999044'/><author><name>the wease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298858810575873027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107740011310858939</id><published>2004-02-21T15:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T15:51:13.513-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>K here's my list...1.) American Idol...the only reason i feel guilty about it is my grotesque dedication to it...i have to tape it no matter what the circumstances.2.) I'm currently using Crest White Strips...my mom got them for Christmas for me cuz i told her one time they'd be fun to try out.  And now i'm using them.  And i like them.  Don't laugh.3.) The Real World on MTV...i hate myself </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107740011310858939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107740011310858939'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10662613973468565208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107739601064451900</id><published>2004-02-21T14:40:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T14:42:51.233-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright, here's my list of guilty pleasures:1) Chocolate. I eat candy like a 10-year old kid...or a pregnant lady. I try not to eat too much because it seems so womanly. 2) The OC. Susannah comes over to watch it, and now I have been watching it. Lots of hot girls, and shitty acting/writing.3) Singing to my favorite songs. People know I sing, but I'm so bad I try not to do it when people are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107739601064451900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107739601064451900'/><author><name>the wease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298858810575873027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107738827900891442</id><published>2004-02-21T12:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T12:33:59.576-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and i was looking at the counter.  A few interesting facts to note.- we currently have around 9,300 hits.  holla- many people have hit us from a search engine, with searches such as supersmashbros, heath weasel ryan david, and my favoritesuccessful youth.thats right, beats me how that search pointed here.  there are certainly none of those to be found here.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107738827900891442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107738827900891442'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171128093087557203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107738799628216426</id><published>2004-02-21T12:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T12:29:16.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1)  Stupid TV shows like DC, OC, i dont feel guilty about watching seinfeld.  Outside of those, i really dont watch much TV2)  Sweet n low packets3)  When i am in my car, I sing, play air guitar, and just generally flail around like a rock star when i am alone.4)  Italian Ice5)  Eating out all the time, and blowing money like i have tons of it, when really, i have none.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107738799628216426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107738799628216426'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171128093087557203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107730158092219390</id><published>2004-02-20T12:26:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-20T12:29:50.043-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If I have a top 5 guilty pleasures that i've never really admitted to anyone, how would it make sense to post them in front of everyone?  And now, the list.1) Baking.  Shut up.2) Yeah, I'll admit it, sometimes I sing along to songs sung by girls...in their register.  It's just not the same down an octave.  Shut up.3) Little Giants was on tv earlier in the week, and I really wanted to watch it</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107730158092219390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107730158092219390'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415948010412496893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107725632597588456</id><published>2004-02-19T23:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T23:54:44.106-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Leave it to Heath to do exactly what i said he would do.and if you looked at my site so closely, you would have seen that I already posted the list there.  My New Blogif you really want to read it that bad, go there.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107725632597588456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107725632597588456'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171128093087557203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107722485208147577</id><published>2004-02-19T15:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-19T15:10:10.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>LOL at Ryan watchin Dawson's Creek and admitting it online.  Wow.  Which brings me to the next list, even though Ryan still hasn't posted his last one yet....lazy.Top five guilty pleasures that you really haven't admitted to anyone.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107722485208147577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107722485208147577'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10662613973468565208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107716707922659266</id><published>2004-02-18T23:04:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T23:07:16.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So my AOL stopped working.  Not my AIM, my AOL.  I can't get to my email.  It's really retarded.  I think I'm going to have to get a new address, but until I do, if someone needs to email me, they should do it at dburkh3@mail.utexas.edu.  It'll probably take me awhile to remember to check it.  But that's ok because I don't get any conversational emails anyway.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107716707922659266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107716707922659266'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415948010412496893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107711820849058239</id><published>2004-02-18T09:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T09:32:44.826-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spring me vs. Shawnee me...1.  I get more done here.  When i'm at home i have a tendency to be lazy and just sit around.  Here it seems like i get alot of stuff done mainly because i have to if i wanna stay here.2.  It's weird...first year or so here i was more sociable back in Spring and less of a people person here.  Now it seems it's the opposite.  I go out of my way to talk to people now </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107711820849058239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107711820849058239'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10662613973468565208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107699511658913557</id><published>2004-02-16T23:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T23:21:11.200-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Quick and dirty.1) I'm way more social in Spring.  Here I'm always working on something.  M-Th this semester, I spend more than 45 hours on campus, and those are during weeks that I don't have extra work to do.  Plus I'm really shy anyway.2) Unlike Weasel, I keep more regular hours in Austin.  I like sleep.  A lot.3) I'm not much of a city kind of guy.  I like the suburbs because it feels </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107699511658913557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107699511658913557'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415948010412496893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107697791235114749</id><published>2004-02-16T18:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T18:36:50.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, lets talk about what I'm like in Spring and what I'm like in Dallas.1. I keep slightly more regular hours when I'm in Spring because it's forced upon me by my parents. I can't stay out or up as late because there is nothing to do and I have to be home. Also, my Dad gets really mad if I sleep in on Saturdays. And on Sundays I have church or the occasional Texans game. All this makes me wake </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107697791235114749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107697791235114749'/><author><name>the wease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298858810575873027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107691340664136961</id><published>2004-02-16T00:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-16T00:39:19.750-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A post from everyone in two days?? holy wow.  dont drop the ball now fellas.  usually i would just let someone else post next, but lets be honest, that wouldnt happen.  So....Since we all went off to college in 4 different spots, what is different between "spring" you, and "insert college town here" you.  you could even go as far as saying whats different with the towns n such.  i dont care.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107691340664136961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107691340664136961'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171128093087557203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107688912465006543</id><published>2004-02-15T17:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T18:02:07.856-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brace yourselves gentlemen, I've come out of my cave to lay down on the blog...Things that have changed since high school?  Come on, we're almost halfway into the "Aughts" here.  Let's see what I've got up my sleeve.1) My weight fluctuated.  I started at 125, got to about 147, and now I'm hovering somewhere between 138-140.  I think.2) Weasel's right, I have to shave.  Not because it grows </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107688912465006543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107688912465006543'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415948010412496893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107688783950916360</id><published>2004-02-15T17:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T17:33:12.310-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hmmm what has changed since high school?...this is the best i could come up with:1.) Nowadays, i can't feed a small African country with my excess body fat.2.) I don't make fun of Chewy...crap nevermind.3.) I value money alot more than i used to4.) I don't kidnap people anymore.5.) Supersmash brothers is not the first thing that comes to mind when i wake up in the morning or go to bed at </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107688783950916360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107688783950916360'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10662613973468565208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-10768251503520445</id><published>2004-02-15T00:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-15T00:08:22.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i must agree with the "not much has changed" idea...in general.  but...1)  i dont sleep, or at least i usually dont go to sleep until 2 or 32)  I don't always have to go out to do things, staying in is fine by me3)  I can see myself getting married (dont take this too far, please)4)  I went through my facial hair stage right after college, and now shave daily.5)  heres a kicker....i am not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/10768251503520445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/10768251503520445'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171128093087557203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107682442834017643</id><published>2004-02-14T23:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T23:56:19.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weird. It double posted. First of all, I would like to say that not much has changed since I graduated. I think that should tell me there is a problem. It does tell me that, in fact.  But I'm sure I can come up with three things....THINGS THAT HAVE CHANGED SINCE HIGH SCHOOL1. I don't get any play2. I can stay out past 11:30. (Why not just say midnight?? Why was it always 30 min before </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107682442834017643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107682442834017643'/><author><name>the wease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298858810575873027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107682398114038033</id><published>2004-02-14T23:46:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T23:48:52.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey, guys. What's up?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107682398114038033'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107682398114038033'/><author><name>the wease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298858810575873027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107682395704112107</id><published>2004-02-14T23:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T23:48:28.653-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i refuse to let that post be it.give me (at least) 3 things that have changed since you graduated high school.  there is an appropriate post</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107682395704112107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107682395704112107'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171128093087557203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107682378422881210</id><published>2004-02-14T23:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-14T23:45:35.890-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey, guys. What's up?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107682378422881210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107682378422881210'/><author><name>the wease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298858810575873027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107578136681954183</id><published>2004-02-02T22:09:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-04T16:20:09.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>http://www.vh1.com/artists/az/jones_norah/362774/album.jhtmlYes, she is my #1.  No doubt in my mind.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107578136681954183'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107578136681954183'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersmashbros.blogspot.com/2004/02/httpwww.html' title=''/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171128093087557203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107350139712303054</id><published>2004-01-07T12:49:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T12:51:37.840-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Get off my saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaac</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107350139712303054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107350139712303054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://supersmashbros.blogspot.com/2004/01/get-off-my-saaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa.html' title=''/><author><name>the wease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298858810575873027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107151367424812865</id><published>2003-12-15T12:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T12:42:24.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That is an even bigger load of crap. Your post is completely innacurate, Chewy. For me to tell a girl I can't go out with her would mean SHE would actually have to ASK me out. And we all know that isn't happening. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107151367424812865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107151367424812865'/><author><name>the wease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298858810575873027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107151284009309591</id><published>2003-12-15T12:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T12:28:30.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I figured it was time I got into the action.  The biggest let down that by Wednesday afternoon, the time I would've left, Weasel hadn't even started his work.  So I was in Austin...for nothing.  And he was alone...for nothing.  Now I see why girls don't oft come his way.  "Yeah, I'd love to go out with you sometime, but I've got sitting around to do, so I don't think I'll be able to fit it into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107151284009309591'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107151284009309591'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415948010412496893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107109256134434958</id><published>2003-12-10T15:42:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-10T15:43:45.403-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thats the biggest load of crap i have ever heard</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107109256134434958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107109256134434958'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171128093087557203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107099378932041811</id><published>2003-12-09T12:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-09T12:17:32.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have papers to write. I can't be distracted with friends coming over. School is important. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107099378932041811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107099378932041811'/><author><name>the wease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298858810575873027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107093622588629900</id><published>2003-12-08T20:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T20:18:07.903-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I think a better topic to write about is the fact i don't even know Weasel anymore.  I heard from Chewy himself that it was WEAS who cancelled Chewy's trip to Dallas.  Either he's started to hate Chewy or we're seeing a whole new side of our friend.Kinda sad actually.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107093622588629900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107093622588629900'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10662613973468565208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107093061670473601</id><published>2003-12-08T18:43:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T18:44:38.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reading Connie's blog one wouldn't exactly come away with the idea that she won the spelling or grammar bees in school. At least she types a lot...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107093061670473601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107093061670473601'/><author><name>the wease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298858810575873027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-107092952786241206</id><published>2003-12-08T18:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-08T18:27:27.186-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spelling by Conniefound on Connie's Blog 'Pronociation by my math teacher:He likes saying the word determine....de-ter-mine # 'postanyoneplease- posted by Ryan @ 4:23 PM "</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107092952786241206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/107092952786241206'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171128093087557203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-106943639154183803</id><published>2003-11-21T11:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-21T11:40:29.530-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saturday Oct. 25th 2003  David B "Next week: Why unicorns and mafia don't mix."Several weeks later....nothing. Damn you and your empty promises.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106943639154183803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106943639154183803'/><author><name>the wease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298858810575873027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-106850093685328772</id><published>2003-11-10T15:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T15:49:20.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You do it to yourself, you do.  And thats what really hurts.  You do it to yourself, just you.  You and no one else. You do it to yourself."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106850093685328772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106850093685328772'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171128093087557203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-106740320956932938</id><published>2003-10-28T22:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T22:53:36.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, so i saved a post, but i think it disappeared. anyway, i was just making excuses for why i can't keep up. Excuse # only - my internet hasnt been working. It's killin me smalls.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106740320956932938'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106740320956932938'/><author><name>the wease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298858810575873027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-106714904575236565</id><published>2003-10-26T01:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-26T01:17:29.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i wasnt mad, i actually did it as a joke to see if i could get a rise out of the blog members (to no avail), but i do like how you didn't refer to me by name on your blog.  Your link is back.  I guess blogger messed up for a while on our site at the same time it was messing up on yours.  On another note, i have a new car.  a new old car.  ask me about it.  it comes with a story.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106714904575236565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106714904575236565'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171128093087557203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-106712112970019395</id><published>2003-10-25T17:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T17:32:12.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I know I read the blog between the 15th and the 20th because I saw the Alisa quote but not the link post.  If you're paying attention to this post, you can see it's on the 25th.  I guess that would mean I read it ever five days.  Just enough to keep up, and just enough to be ineffective in posting.Next week: Why unicorns and mafia don't mix.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106712112970019395'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106712112970019395'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415948010412496893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-106669944303025468</id><published>2003-10-20T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-20T20:24:15.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It seems Connie removed our link from her site.  Who knows if it was done purposefully, but I took the appropriate actions.  I think its funny that not only does no one read this blog anymore, but you three dont either.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106669944303025468'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106669944303025468'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171128093087557203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-106624861586159680</id><published>2003-10-15T15:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T15:10:15.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alisa:  "The blogs don't write themselves".</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106624861586159680'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106624861586159680'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171128093087557203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-106473766584580686</id><published>2003-09-28T03:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-28T03:27:45.650-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That's true. And if anybody actually found out about 2 hours of dead air, we could say some bullshit like it's a protest against the war. I don't know what war, but there's bound to be people killing people somewhere. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106473766584580686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106473766584580686'/><author><name>the wease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298858810575873027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-106427118237766546</id><published>2003-09-22T17:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T17:53:24.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'd be willing to bet that if you just took up a two hour block of airtime and left it blank, no one would notice.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106427118237766546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106427118237766546'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415948010412496893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-106420685243577612</id><published>2003-09-22T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-22T00:00:52.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>nothing.Its a showabout nothing.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106420685243577612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106420685243577612'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171128093087557203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-106392104624715509</id><published>2003-09-18T16:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-18T16:37:25.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EPISODE IV - A NEW HOPEI come to you good people now in my hour of need. Actually, I'm simply too lazy to think of ideas on my own, so I want to steal yours. It's like this - I can get a radio show on KPNI, SMU's ghetto no programming, no range, 5 watt radio station that plays in the student center and on the tv station. However, I don't have an idea for a show. Hence, I ask this question:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106392104624715509'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106392104624715509'/><author><name>the wease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298858810575873027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-106303642949105326</id><published>2003-09-08T10:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T10:53:50.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey...SORRY for the loooong delay.  My room doesn't have internet yet because the incompetent bastards at this school don't know how to allocate the extra 200 dollars they charged in tuition this semester.  They didn't figure that with more students this year there wouldn't be enough bandwith.  So i'm stuck with no internet unless i go to the lab.  I'll be back in no time i'm sure.  Go ahead and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106303642949105326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106303642949105326'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10662613973468565208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-106243434097001846</id><published>2003-09-01T11:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T11:39:00.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Any of you seen a fellow by the name of Heath? About yay high, no hair, teeth, probably giggling like a girl. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106243434097001846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106243434097001846'/><author><name>the wease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298858810575873027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-106240549542602462</id><published>2003-09-01T03:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T03:38:15.320-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i will be gone for the next four days, but im sure all i will miss will be silence.  have fun.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106240549542602462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106240549542602462'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171128093087557203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-106239560967914220</id><published>2003-09-01T00:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-01T00:53:29.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hellooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106239560967914220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106239560967914220'/><author><name>the wease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298858810575873027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-106212671310155690</id><published>2003-08-28T22:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T22:11:53.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My internet has been on the fritz the last couple of days, but luckily it looks like I'm not the last one to post.1) Parking.  In probably what is the most densly packed campus in the nation, they have very little parking, and certainly none of it is free.  In a time when we need more parking on campus, they recently closed off a big parking lot to build a museum.  Did I mention that this new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106212671310155690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106212671310155690'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415948010412496893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-106194928880658295</id><published>2003-08-26T20:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T20:54:48.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1.  not letting me off campus because.....who knows why.2.  everything is about money3.  nazi-lecture-only prof's4.  prof's that take attendance5.  hiring the most inconsiderate, cold hearted, elderly men and women to teach classes they know nothing about and dont mind failing 3/4 of the class as long as they still get the paycheck.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106194928880658295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106194928880658295'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171128093087557203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-106187473949535986</id><published>2003-08-26T00:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-26T00:12:19.516-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. Tuition2. Fees3. Tuition &amp; Fees4. Fees &amp; Tuition5. Mustang Football</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106187473949535986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106187473949535986'/><author><name>the wease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298858810575873027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-106185231343663922</id><published>2003-08-25T17:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T17:58:33.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well i posted earlier but it didn't take...So here's my list again: Top five ways your school takes advantage of you financially, academically, etc.go</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106185231343663922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106185231343663922'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10662613973468565208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-106170634407691162</id><published>2003-08-24T01:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-24T01:25:44.086-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm way past late on this.  It's been a long week with too much to do.  I'm glad to see you all had fun in Ruston, and that my name was there to sling around as a petty insult.  It's like I was really there.  I'm just going to do this quick and dirty because I'm tired.Batman - Weasel said it all.Doug - Because I always identified with him back in the day.Duffman - What other "superhero" can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106170634407691162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106170634407691162'/><author><name>David</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10415948010412496893</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-106161780572422333</id><published>2003-08-23T00:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T00:50:05.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>tony montanaortan'e manta'yayou can refer to me as either from now on, and once i remember how to change my posting name to the aforementioned name, consider it done.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106161780572422333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106161780572422333'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171128093087557203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-106159371146464062</id><published>2003-08-22T18:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T18:08:31.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Haha...Yeah that was basically the day in Ruston in a nutshell.  And just trust us on this one...everything was hilarious in person.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106159371146464062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106159371146464062'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10662613973468565208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-106158045935839627</id><published>2003-08-22T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T14:27:39.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Say hello to my little friend""Neither do I...""The Barren Wasteland of Relationships"W: I'm leaving after this hand.H: Alright, David.W: Shutup. I've been here twice as long as you, hypocritical bastard. H: You're just going to play video games.R: There's time for a game of spades....W: I told you I'm leaving. R:...or Risk.W: Let's do this.(2 1/2 hours later)W: Bye guys.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106158045935839627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106158045935839627'/><author><name>the wease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298858810575873027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-106158014719896238</id><published>2003-08-22T14:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T14:22:27.173-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Until I get internet at the apt., you guys can keep going with the lists. I won't be able to keep up, and I don't want you to wait for me.Batman is better than Superman. Sure, Superman would win in a fight, but that's because he has the power to do anything. Come on. Batman has done way more with way less. Superman is a total jackass for ever losing a fight. If Batman had even 1/2 the super </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106158014719896238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106158014719896238'/><author><name>the wease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298858810575873027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-106156398202520862</id><published>2003-08-22T09:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T09:53:01.876-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"So yeah David is gone but yeah seeing him again reminds me why a long distance relationship is worth it. Yeah the time when you are apart blows but when you DO finally get to see each other, you are just so happy and all you want to do is just hold each other and look at each other."(barf)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106156398202520862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106156398202520862'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10662613973468565208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-106156349414517565</id><published>2003-08-22T09:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-22T09:44:53.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1. Superman-He's the man of steel and can only be harmed with kryptonite or when ya catch him in the shade.  Batman sucks.  In reality, one punch from Superman would take Batman out.  Yes he has cool gadgets, but the intangibles lie with Superman.2. Roger Rabbit-To be able to save ToonTown while still maintaining a sense of humor AND holding onto Jessica Rabbit....that's amazing.3. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106156349414517565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106156349414517565'/><author><name>Heath</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10662613973468565208</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-106150232595342299</id><published>2003-08-21T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T16:45:25.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1.  cartman2.  calvin n hobbes - they are super heros, have you read any of them?  thats all they do.3.  garfield - am i less of a man because i felt compassion for odie with all of the bad things garfield did.4.  ive never been big into animated things.  never a big superman/batman fan at all5.  so, i am less equiped to answer this list, sorry fellas.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106150232595342299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106150232595342299'/><author><name>Ryan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/13171128093087557203</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3969528.post-106140783179177837</id><published>2003-08-20T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-20T14:30:31.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chewy, I can still sit around and do nothing without coincidence. You could too, but you're too afraid to try. While Heath and Ryan play NCAA, I'm going to post my list. Cartoon Heroes-1. Batman - Even though I've probably watched and read more Superman stuff, Batman is a lot cooler than Superman. He's a rich, womanizing industrialist with all sorts of kick ass gadgets. And he fights crime </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106140783179177837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3969528/posts/default/106140783179177837'/><author><name>the wease</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07298858810575873027</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
