<?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-6254911</id><updated>2011-08-02T11:38:14.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>aquasaur</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>mallen</name><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>295</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6254911.post-178825374084073271</id><published>2010-08-25T21:07:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2010-08-25T21:18:36.409-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Building a 3' mini ramp in my backyard this weekend. I've already got the transition cut out for one of the templates (6'). Mellow rockin' shall be had. Might not be by me though...mines more of a mellow smooth jazz. Syyyyke. I'm going to rip this mother flipper.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/178825374084073271'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/178825374084073271'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2010/08/building-3-mini-ramp-in-my-backyard.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-7559678066275496412</id><published>2008-11-09T15:00:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T15:03:38.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>check out our backyard...




</summary><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=aa35a474d5f56859&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/7559678066275496412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/7559678066275496412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2008/11/check-out-our-backyard.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-371530616089724952</id><published>2008-11-09T12:31:00.002-06:00</published><updated>2008-11-09T12:40:55.156-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have become one of them. The ones that I consistently bag on annually for either wanting to or actually taking part in gearing up for a holiday before a subsequent holiday has even occurred. In short,  I want to put up a fucking Christmas tree. Like now. I figured out how to get pics and vid on here...so...just so you know. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/371530616089724952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/371530616089724952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2008/11/i-have-become-one-of-them.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-4165067265389899168</id><published>2008-11-01T09:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-11-01T08:08:07.399-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>&lt;!--5--&gt;&lt;!--3--&gt;so i was thinking about this old blog thing recently and i kind of felt like writing on it again. so i may. you can add video now?...whoa. time keeps on slippin' slippin' slippin'...things are quite different than they were a few years ago. i'm married, i'm living in the woods in the new england area, and...drum roll...i no longer sling the coffee. that said, my sarcasm still </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/4165067265389899168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/4165067265389899168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2008/11/so-i-was-thinking-about-this-old-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-113599674786215443</id><published>2005-12-30T20:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-30T20:39:07.873-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love watching this. Let him 'splain it to ya.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/113599674786215443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/113599674786215443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-love-watching-this.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-113408822164288788</id><published>2005-12-08T18:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-08T18:30:21.656-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's snowing like crazy outside and it looks really nice. must be about a half foot deep by now. i think i'm going to buy as much firewood as i can to fill up the back of my van. this will serve two or more purposes. 1) even weight distribution for driving in snowy weather such as this. 2) i'll be able to fire up a campfire at the drop of a hat. well...3) my intention with this camper van is to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/113408822164288788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/113408822164288788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/12/its-snowing-like-crazy-outside-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-113380129278571179</id><published>2005-12-05T10:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-05T10:48:12.810-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just having some coffee and making lists. Particularly a new years list. I never stick to them, but this year I'm just going to. It's kind of like the railroad guy who has to pull the lever over to give the train the proper direction when it comes to the fork in the track. There are plenty of drum goals and general life stuff on there so far. But this is only a rough draft. I've got plenty of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/113380129278571179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/113380129278571179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/12/just-having-some-coffee-and-making.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-113350526682594517</id><published>2005-12-02T00:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T00:34:26.836-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was gnna write, but i'm to drunk.this will explain in itself the missing o's.why is Night Court the best show ever?is it the opening/closing jammer? Or is it Bull's nutty tricks???Hee har. Ha.Time to eat stuff.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/113350526682594517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/113350526682594517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/12/i-was-gnna-write-but-im-to-drunk.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-113340628395772951</id><published>2005-11-30T20:57:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-30T21:04:43.973-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Right now I'm suppressing a toothache with some wine. It seems to be working. Sort of. Also been checking out some fun videos on Drummerworld.comArgh. It only hurts between sips. I've got the new Life and Times Suburban Hymns CD sitting here, as of yet unopened. I have heard the track Skateland and my haircut did that woop woop woop thing like in the old cartoons. So yeah, I'm real excited to see</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/113340628395772951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/113340628395772951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/11/right-now-im-suppressing-toothache.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-113288251911556148</id><published>2005-11-24T19:29:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T19:35:19.126-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's not too many things better than listening to Red House Painters Old Ramon record, more specifically Wop-A-Din-Din, on a cold, cloudy, and quiet morning while having coffee and hanging out with your cat. Don't forget the house shoes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/113288251911556148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/113288251911556148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/11/theres-not-too-many-things-better-than.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-113285261177205406</id><published>2005-11-24T10:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T11:20:43.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, I've neglected this thing long enough. I think I started to become paranoid about writing my thoughts out in a publicish type forum. I think I started becoming paranoid in general. I mean, how many folks that you know carry around mace and brass knuckles just in case of an emergency? I don't know what my problem is. I do know that I definitely have issues going on upstairs, so that is a plus.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/113285261177205406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/113285261177205406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/11/ok-ive-neglected-this-thing-long.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-113037978805325055</id><published>2005-10-26T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-10-26T21:23:08.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>hey. sorry. had to break my silence to report...only THE best news headline of the decade thus far: clickerspot.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/113037978805325055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/113037978805325055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/10/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-112486122286390693</id><published>2005-09-16T11:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-09-16T11:56:41.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey. How have you been?I hope all is well. I couldn't be happier these days. Well, that is I could be but only if someone added 5 more hours into each day so that I could actually get everything done and sleep. My schedule is completely chaotic. 2 jobs, one which I don't really consider a job in the drag down lame time sense because they pay me money to put together drum kits and hang out with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/112486122286390693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/112486122286390693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/09/hey.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-112249325283671006</id><published>2005-07-27T14:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T14:40:52.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dare I jeopardize my steady current employment that I've had for the past few years for a job at Skins-n-Tins, the local drum shop?I can't think of a better job to have while attending school as a percussion major.This is kind of like a hand of poker and I happen to be holding pocket queens...I'd better think about this...Im excited yet terrified to change my original plan.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/112249325283671006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/112249325283671006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/07/dare-i-jeopardize-my-steady-current.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-112175829976339277</id><published>2005-07-19T02:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-19T02:31:39.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh my god. we're all going to die.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/112175829976339277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/112175829976339277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/07/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-112144843343988032</id><published>2005-07-15T12:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T12:27:13.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>sorry about the no posty for the past ...while. i've been getting all of my ducks in a row and they don't want to stay that way. like that duck, the college duck, which is in charge of things like transcripts and $5 dollar checks and mailing apparently useless forms to various institutions keeps getting pelted with jelly beans from bigger and meaner ducks. he'll just keep plugging away at his </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/112144843343988032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/112144843343988032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/07/sorry-about-no-posty-for-past.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-112015278771500867</id><published>2005-06-30T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T12:33:07.733-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just waking up here at Aquasaur HQ and having some Frankencoffee* and cigarettes. The past few days have been worky worky and not much else. Setting up a new store is nothing but suck. Twenty something people with completely different objectives getting in each others way for 7 hours...oops, the b-i-t-c-h-ing has begun. Canned.Today I'm going in for a little bit just to meet the new peeps that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/112015278771500867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/112015278771500867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-waking-up-here-at-aquasaur-hq-and.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-111980513063483657</id><published>2005-06-26T11:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T11:58:50.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you haven't checked out Post Secret yet, you should do so. Fascinating. There's a link to the right.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111980513063483657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111980513063483657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/06/if-you-havent-checked-out-post-secret.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-111955728850352583</id><published>2005-06-23T15:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T15:08:08.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What the fuck??!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111955728850352583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111955728850352583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/06/what-fuck.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-111944831619440414</id><published>2005-06-22T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-22T08:51:56.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I woke up literally a minute ago and my eyes feel really big right now. Puffy big. Not spaced far apart big. Jason, MW, and I spent most of yesterday tearing down the deck at his parents house and building a new one. It's mostly finished minus a few details. Sounds scary right? It really turned out quite nice. Right now I'm getting ready to get ready to meet up with the new SB manager to figure </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111944831619440414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111944831619440414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-woke-up-literally-minute-ago-and-my.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-111902509955742929</id><published>2005-06-17T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T11:25:58.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been really not liking being single lately. Sometimes I dig it. Sometimes I don't and when I don't, I tend to wallow in the loneliness. I've had a few dreams lately in which I ended up calling Emily and reconciling that old thing. In the dream it was cool and I got that 'whew! everything is ok again' feeling and then wake up to 'no! you know that would not be a good idea' and be relieved </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111902509955742929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111902509955742929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/06/ive-been-really-not-liking-being.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-111886130788775421</id><published>2005-06-15T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T13:48:27.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok. After 56 minutes of transfer and zero frames dropped, at 57 minutes and something, 116 were dropped within seconds. Argh. I'll get it. But later. I have to go chop down some trees at the Ewing household. How strange is that?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111886130788775421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111886130788775421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/06/ok.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-111885357196907894</id><published>2005-06-15T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T11:39:31.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remember the first show on the Braid reunion tour last year? That's the one we went to and we filmed the entire show. Well, I found the DV tape of it and I decided to spend today editing and transferring it to disc. The only problem is that the mother flipping camera and computer keep going out of synch after 6 minutes! I don't understand it. I'll have to ask MW about it when he gets up. He knows</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111885357196907894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111885357196907894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/06/remember-first-show-on-braid-reunion.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-111868409298841260</id><published>2005-06-13T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T12:34:52.993-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was just adding a few more photos to the Flickr thing below (which aren't showing up yet for some reason) and I got the urge to change up the site design in here. But that entails actually doing it and I don't really feel up to doing anything today. I don't feel sick or hung over or anything. Just kind of blah-ish. Have you ever drank a lot of beer and some other stuff and had a good time but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111868409298841260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111868409298841260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/06/i-was-just-adding-few-more-photos-to.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-111836604592143729</id><published>2005-06-09T20:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-09T20:14:05.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my entire body is aching tonight. it could be from getting hit in the face with a steak, or falling out of the tree, or perhaps tumbling down a steep tree-rooted path into the lake while fishing thanks to being startled by a giant snake. most likely it's a combo of all three. i'll get some stuff up soon from the trip. i didn't even come close to catching any fish. i think they were mocking me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111836604592143729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111836604592143729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-entire-body-is-aching-tonight.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-111808359292954622</id><published>2005-06-06T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-06T13:46:32.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My daisies are going crazy out in the sun. Except for a spot where a couple jerkass critters of some sort dug around in the flower bed to eat the seeds. Those little bastards.We're taking off to go camping tomorrow, which means that I have to miss out on the Aloha show on Wednesday. Eh, I'll catch 'em next time. I've got to go get my fishing tackle all set up.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111808359292954622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111808359292954622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-daisies-are-going-crazy-out-in-sun.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-111782374282816150</id><published>2005-06-03T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T13:39:19.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Occasionally, or more than, I tend to give the bar the old visit-a-roo.Visit-a-roo?Whatever.You get the point. Last night I asked Jason for a pen and began blogging via napkin. In doing so I realized that it was a good idea because it turns out kind of funny, plus a cute girl thought I was writing poetry. I detect an angle. Anyway, here's one from last night. Verbatim from the nappie-nap.This </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111782374282816150'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111782374282816150'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/06/occasionally-or-more-than-i-tend-to.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-111772239963732325</id><published>2005-06-02T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T09:30:04.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's going to be a rainy day and if you know me at all that means it's going to be a nice day. That sunshine, lollipops and [pause] rainbows thing is crap. A bit much on the early eighties west coast nostalgic spectrum for my blood. I don't own any Jams or conch shell necklaces. Nor have I ever owned a surfboard. That would be fun though. However, I've always had a skateboard since I was 13. Two </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111772239963732325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111772239963732325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-going-to-be-rainy-day-and-if-you.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-111759826002660161</id><published>2005-05-31T22:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T22:57:40.030-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So lately I've been obsessively looking for the Smoking Popes/Groovy Love Vibes split 7" on which both bands team up to cover Leather and Lace by Fleetwood Mac. If you've never heard it you really need to and if you DO have it, well then I'd love to arrange a trade of some sort. *sniffle*. Holes in record collections are the devil.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111759826002660161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111759826002660161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-lately-ive-been-obsessively-looking.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-111738875537079717</id><published>2005-05-29T12:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-29T12:45:55.376-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I spent the entire day yesterday recovering on the couch from an entirely crazy night before. Blind Pig. Me. Mike W. Jason was bartending. Cheap PBR. After wackiness ensued there, Mike W. (hereby known as Wilson) and I decided it was a wise decision to split. So on our way out someone grabs my arm to stop me from walking out the door. It was Jason's girlfriend Rebecca. So I stopped and chatted </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111738875537079717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111738875537079717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/05/i-spent-entire-day-yesterday.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-111711553982256998</id><published>2005-05-26T08:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-26T08:52:19.843-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>my god, i am so bored. i actually woke up before 7am and now i cannot figure out why. oh, right. the obnoxiously loud infomercial. it looks like it will probably rain today. i guess that's good. yesterday i planted a bunch of flowers outside and in a few pots to keep indoors. maybe it'll give them a good jump start. the outsiders. i was going to attempt that thing...what do they call it...running</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111711553982256998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111711553982256998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/05/my-god-i-am-so-bored.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-111696686333127453</id><published>2005-05-24T14:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T10:28:23.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As I type this my shirt has a big ol' BBQ sauce stain from the craziness of last night. I see it more as a badge of honor than a hygiene issue. Goodnight, that smoker is just genius. I highly recommend one if you haven't tried one out. We smoked the ribs and the chicken with charcoal and cherry wood. Next time I think I'll try out some apple wood. I've heard good things about it. There was plenty</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111696686333127453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111696686333127453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/05/as-i-type-this-my-shirt-has-big-ol-bbq.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-111686520926175955</id><published>2005-05-23T11:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T11:20:09.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yay! it's the super-cue day. meaning there's no burgers and brats going on the grill tonight. we've got 3, count 'em, three huge slabs of ribs, chicken, skewers, and some huge salmon. it's is going to be on. but before it gets to actually 'be' on, i have to:(in order)1. kill weeds, cut the grass2. spray off back patio3. plant daisies4. purchace BBQ smoker for Jason's birfday.5. be a werewolf for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111686520926175955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111686520926175955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/05/yay-its-super-cue-day.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-111670421288767174</id><published>2005-05-21T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T14:36:52.893-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Jason and I were grillin' it up a couple of weeks ago and he put on a June of 44 song that I was wigging out over. I hunted it down and here it is. Holy crap that's a good song.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111670421288767174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111670421288767174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/05/jason-and-i-were-grillin-it-up-couple.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-111669949175429846</id><published>2005-05-21T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T13:18:11.760-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ack! My Shiner Starless cd has gone missing! I've been listening to The Egg for the past few days which sneakily drew me into this Shiner-a-thon that I'm currently on. And I can't find it. ugh. I really hate when this happens. I didn't know they had a video for Kevin is Gone. This song/video totally gives me goosebumps. I love love love me some Shiner. I may have to go around town today and hunt </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111669949175429846'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111669949175429846'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/05/ack-my-shiner-starless-cd-has-gone.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-111666732725477358</id><published>2005-05-21T04:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-21T04:22:07.260-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For some reason lately I have been obsessing over pork products. This coming up Monday has now been dubbed rib cook-off day. I've got my lovey spice rub plan in place. yeahhhh. Coincidentally, I'm snackin' on some BAKEN-ETS 0g NET CARBS HOT'N SPICY FLAVORED FRIED PORK SKINS. Technically speaking I'm snacking on deep fried footballs. Delicious.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111666732725477358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111666732725477358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/05/for-some-reason-lately-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-111642912905696188</id><published>2005-05-18T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-18T10:50:48.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So yesterday I had yet another job interview. This one was for a beer distribution company. Sounds like a good time, right? First off, let it be known that I just do not interview well. I don't. I always have the objective in the forefront of my thoughts. Get job. Need duckets. I like ducks.Anyway, I check in at the front desk and begin the wait to be seen. Finally this lady walks out and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111642912905696188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111642912905696188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/05/so-yesterday-i-had-yet-another-job.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-111591041998957915</id><published>2005-05-12T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T10:09:28.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That was quite possibly the strangest job interview I've ever been on. The first half took place at Provena Covenant Medical Center, the local religion based medical facility. So I had to fake it a bit. Sounds creepy? yep. I just about walked out but decided to just ride it out. The lady who interviewed me was throwing out quite a facade herself. I could see it in her face that she wasn't the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111591041998957915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111591041998957915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/05/that-was-quite-possibly-strangest-job.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-111590050419953064</id><published>2005-05-12T07:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T07:21:44.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>up and at them. i'm about to get ready for a job interview. i don't mind dressing up a bit, but the problem lies in the undeniable fact that i've become just a tad portly. mainly in the potbelly department. vertical pinstripes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111590050419953064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111590050419953064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/05/up-and-at-them.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-111566532171895739</id><published>2005-05-09T13:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-09T14:04:22.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yowsers. as in more than one, or plural, if you will and you should because it's only proper. it's nearing the two o'clock hour in the pm and i'm just getting started today. afternoons have been my mornings for the past month. i decided, as per my weekly ritual, to spend my sunday evening potbellied up to the bar, in the chair i've already proclaimed as mine, at the Blind Pig in creepily small </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111566532171895739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111566532171895739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/05/yowsers.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-111535616279508361</id><published>2005-05-05T23:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T00:09:22.956-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it's weird to be back in Champaign. i keep seeing old buildings and broken down little shops that i remember staring at while cruising shotgun in my ma's old monte carlo when I was seven. most likely listening to eddie rabbit or reo speedwagon, seriously. then there's the big W in the upper right hand side of the television screen warning of incoming stormy weather. i used to be deathly afraid of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111535616279508361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111535616279508361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/05/its-weird-to-be-back-in-champaign.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-111043478587147636</id><published>2005-03-10T00:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T00:06:25.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i've just discovered a shure fire way to stop hiccups.get a good yawn in.then don't drink and focus on steady breathing for the next full minute.gone.seriously.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111043478587147636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111043478587147636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/03/ive-just-discovered-shure-fire-way-to.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-111022637022450002</id><published>2005-03-07T14:00:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T14:12:50.226-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i didn't know that it was possible, but last night at the Bottom Lounge we had our collective Hiru-ass handed to us by Russian Circles and Tristeza. Thank you both. I might be in some trouble today if i didn't have my ass with me. Really great bands.Tristeza, i don't know how to say this...but i think i'm in love with you.i would also like to say to a certain other band/person: get over yourself.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111022637022450002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111022637022450002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-didnt-know-that-it-was-possible-but.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-111000821281194195</id><published>2005-03-05T01:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T01:36:52.813-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>on remaking vince neil:why does the singer of motley crue who is known for songs such as 'shout at the devil' have stuffed animal puppies in his closet?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111000821281194195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/111000821281194195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/03/on-remaking-vince-neil-why-does-singer.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110991184457127817</id><published>2005-03-03T22:38:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-03T22:50:44.573-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>over the past week or so i have been obsessing over the 20 gb ipod. i've had dreams portraying the joy of cruising around the city listening to seemingly endless tunes. blues and jazz is what i had planned to load it up with. i've been getting kind of sick of the same old stuff i've been listening to for ...how many years now? oscar peterson trio is a huge breath of fresh air to me. but that is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110991184457127817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110991184457127817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/03/over-past-week-or-so-i-have-been.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110965469706266801</id><published>2005-02-28T23:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T23:25:51.163-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>do you know what i don't get?black leather baseball caps. seems just as strange as wooden socks to me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110965469706266801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110965469706266801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/02/do-you-know-what-i-dont-get-black.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110957412568590312</id><published>2005-02-28T00:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T08:15:06.603-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>what is it about flamboyant electric guitar and high school hallways inhabited by hundreds of yuppie upstarts that goes so well together?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110957412568590312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110957412568590312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/02/what-is-it-about-flamboyant-electric.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110939964605653699</id><published>2005-02-26T00:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T00:34:06.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>life is a game.and i suck at it.vh1 can kiss my ass. the fabulous life of...i get stoked when my $60 state tax return arrives. not when my bentley finally gets my band's name embroidered on the seats and floor boards so that means that i can finally drive it. fuck. i'm on hold for a burgundy station wagon for crapsake.really. mullet style.mike in the front. drums in the back.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110939964605653699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110939964605653699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/02/life-is-game.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110894965187858695</id><published>2005-02-20T18:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-20T19:39:36.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome to "That's My Day."11:58am: open eyes and warmly recept the realization that i do not work today.11:59am: close eyes and take a nap while focusing serious effort on continuing the dream about living in a tree city in Thailand which happened to closely resemble the ewok village in the Return of the Jedi.1:30pm: sit up. put glasses on. turn on television.1:37pm: simultaneously watch Rambo </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110894965187858695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110894965187858695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/02/welcome-to-thats-my-day.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110874281663467247</id><published>2005-02-18T09:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-18T10:06:56.636-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i woke up this morning with a unique sense of urgency to get this moving thing on the road. or rolling. or moving. underway. we're going down to urbana on monday night after work to do the house hunt because the internet postings of rentable housing are virtually inept. yeah, they're all pretty cheap in comparison to chicago, but the listings are limited and there aren't that many in the main </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110874281663467247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110874281663467247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/02/i-woke-up-this-morning-with-unique.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110853392358599997</id><published>2005-02-15T23:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-16T00:05:23.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'd like to ammend the saying 'he who hesitates is lost'. more than likely, he who hesitates is probably fucking broke.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110853392358599997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110853392358599997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/02/id-like-to-ammend-saying-he-who.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110809249088436693</id><published>2005-02-10T21:05:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T21:28:10.886-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>another thing. it's interesting to watch strange love and try and perceive it from sylvester stallone's viewpoint seeing as how him and bridgette nielsen were married and all. you just know he's sitting in front of the tv and analyzing the whole show because we all know that when you're with someone, let alone married to them, there's always that unexplainable underlying connection even after the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110809249088436693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110809249088436693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/02/another-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110808989958587951</id><published>2005-02-10T20:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T20:47:05.426-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so the last time i was in Champaign i ended up buying a ukelele. i don't really understand why though. Jason &amp; i went to this guitar store and he was looking at lefty bass guitars and i was just kind of hanging around when i saw it hanging off in the corner. i saw it and felt immediately compelled to play it, so i picked it up and rolled around the store with j and just casually strummed away. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110808989958587951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110808989958587951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/02/so-last-time-i-was-in-champaign-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110805637505931790</id><published>2005-02-10T10:47:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T11:43:10.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>yet another morning. it's one day closer to moving day. it's really coming down, well nearing the wire anyway. if the wire was fabio on a rollercoaster, then today would be the bird poo...leaving the birdy's...um, well...butt...birds have what could be considered a 'butt', i guess...heading  from said bird...towards...um...fabio as he...rolls his fictional studliness down the rollercoaster...it's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110805637505931790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110805637505931790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/02/yet-another-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110780562845143253</id><published>2005-02-07T13:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-07T13:47:08.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>in an effort to downsize my little round potbelly, i decided this morning to start eating better and to lay off the beer. i caught the bus to dominick's and purchased a ton of fresh veggies, rice, seafood, chicken boobies, and steak. all because i looked on top of the cabinets in my 'kitchen' and saw...the wok. it's gonna be stir fry city up in here. every damn night. stir fry is healthy, isn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110780562845143253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110780562845143253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/02/in-effort-to-downsize-my-little-round.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110762393184317080</id><published>2005-02-05T11:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T11:29:50.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>this is lionel. the source of mrs. mufferton's stress. to her, lionel is a delicious italian beef sandwich with eyeballs and fins flipping around in the fishtank. she seriously spends a good part of her day staring and trying to paw at him. i call him lionel because he seems to stay awake...all night long. ba-dum-ching. i'll be here all week, folks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110762393184317080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110762393184317080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/02/this-is-lionel.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110758119999585021</id><published>2005-02-04T23:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-04T23:26:39.996-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>damn. i am so bored. so bored that i'm drinking a sixer of Grolsch, checking my email every 15 minutes, listening to Hirudin songs on MySpace to see where i made errors, checking Drudge Report to see if president jerkass suddenly invaded Iran, thinking about the italian beef and chipotle steak burrito waiting for me post boozefest, &amp; checking out available housing in Champaign-Urbana. just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110758119999585021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110758119999585021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/02/damn.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110749452299800742</id><published>2005-02-03T22:39:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-03T23:28:02.920-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>a lady came into my store tonight with her loud-ass crying baby. so, she just whipped her boob out, attached the youngun to it and it began to suckle away. i stood there, only now ignoring the obviously cheating on his wife old man virtually humping a lincoln park trixie type at the corner table, and looked at her "i dare you to tell me to put my tit back in" look on her face so i just walked out</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110749452299800742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110749452299800742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/02/lady-came-into-my-store-tonight-with.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110688599873684377</id><published>2005-01-27T22:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-27T22:28:40.606-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ok, i lied. i'm not quitting. there is just way too much stuff for me to bitch about and to not have an outlet for that seems kinda ...not good, in retrospect. for example, in typing this my qweaszxc and space bar keys all feel like they have marshmallows on the bottom of them thanks to Mike Wilson's uncanny ability to knock his whiskey and coke over onto my keyboard. every night he's over. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110688599873684377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110688599873684377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/01/ok-i-lied.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110654122414358713</id><published>2005-01-23T22:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-23T22:33:44.150-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>one more thing. here's tomorrow's forecast:  [W + (D-d)] x TQ         M x NA It's a formula that calculates the most depressing day of the year. Monday January 24th. Check it out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110654122414358713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110654122414358713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/01/one-more-thing.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110556751537392346</id><published>2005-01-12T16:03:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-12T16:05:15.373-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>the aquasaur was hit by a Buick. so, no more aquasaur.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110556751537392346'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110556751537392346'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/01/aquasaur-was-hit-by-buick.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110548818521203112</id><published>2005-01-11T17:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T18:03:05.213-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ever heard the Jawbreaker song entitled 'Pack It Up"? Well, that's exactly what I'm getting ready to do. I'm not going anywhere that would be considered cool though. I'm going to a place that has hillbillies in place of the yuppies. God I hate the yuppies. I don't like the billies either, but at least they don't pretend to be superior greedy androids with caffeine and burbury addictions. I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110548818521203112'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110548818521203112'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/01/ever-heard-jawbreaker-song-entitled.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110520794873324804</id><published>2005-01-08T13:07:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T12:12:28.733-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>holy crap. i just saw myself and the girl who destroyed me last Christmas in an old Jawbreaker home video from 1992 at McGregor's in Elmhurst. Ah, the not-so-good 'ol high school days...I'm in Donatello and she's in Boat. Anyway, check it out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110520794873324804'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110520794873324804'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/01/holy-crap.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110517152740126790</id><published>2005-01-08T01:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-08T02:10:10.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>1:52ami'm just sitting here drinking some beers and listening to cds. just a few minutes ago -bam, one of my neighbors on this floor had their door kicked in by a couple of dudes. i heard the loud crunch and i knew it was a door. you could just tell from the sound. so i leaned over to my kitchen to grab the most intimidating knife i have...just in case. (not Justin Timberlake's next record.) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110517152740126790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110517152740126790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/01/152am-im-just-sitting-here-drinking.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110511742007117417</id><published>2005-01-07T10:41:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T11:07:19.980-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day 7 and I haven't upheld a single resolution. At the same time, I haven't completely given up. Here's the breakdown:2004...................................2005cigarettes............................pipedouble cheeseburgers..........Healthy Choice TV dinnersexcessive beer intake............more drummingcable TV..............................read more booksI've got some massive changes in my</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110511742007117417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110511742007117417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/01/day-7-and-i-havent-upheld-single.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110474490974722734</id><published>2005-01-03T03:25:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-03T03:35:09.746-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>happy friggin new year.what. i couldn't think of a better opener.i've had so much crap going on lately that I can't even keep up.one dude is a dad. one guy is battling girl scenes. one guy (me) is dealing with how Kevin Spacey is on tour and I'm not. oh right, he's rich and rich people can do what they fucking feel like. i'm not downplaying his love for Bobby Darrin (um..sp or whatever) or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110474490974722734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110474490974722734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-friggin-new-year.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110344879435489345</id><published>2004-12-19T03:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-19T03:33:14.353-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funnest show EVER. I even played improv tambourine to songs with members of Big Buildings. They're great by the way. But now I'm home (X beers later) and my shirt is stuck in the zipper of my jacket and I can't get it unstuck much less taking either off. I'm gonna attempt the dual-ripper. I'm still frozen though. Fuck waiting at the corner of Belmont and Damen at 3am with drum gear waiting for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110344879435489345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110344879435489345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/12/funnest-show-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110257403833272326</id><published>2004-12-09T01:22:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-09T00:33:58.333-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I highly suggest that you add the Greg the Bunny DVD episodes to your Xmas lists. You will not be disappointed. I'm in love with the show and it's really too bad that it was cancelled. Watching this gives me even more inspiration to create some weird ass puppet show. I should really get on that. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110257403833272326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110257403833272326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/12/i-highly-suggest-that-you-add-greg.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110249131658092818</id><published>2004-12-08T01:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-08T01:35:16.580-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A couple things re: the movie Ghostbusters:1. I'm not entirely convinced that writers of Corey Feldman dialogues weren't the same writers who wrote Bill Murray's parts.2. Wondering why the phrase "Now it's the marshmallow's turn to roast us!" didn't make it's way into the film.3. Fully convinced that 'crossing the streams' is totally a pee joke.4. What is Ray Parker Jr. up to these days?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110249131658092818'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110249131658092818'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/12/couple-things-re-movie-ghostbusters-1.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110244960585158868</id><published>2004-12-07T13:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-07T14:00:05.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm starting to think that maybe the guy who runs the little cheap/bad for you food joint across the way from my house is either on a semi-frequent work release program from the local penitentiary or B. secretly a rich man that doesn't need any more money and just looks like a poor little old man on purpose and works at a little restaurant for fun when he gets bored or 3. has people strategically</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110244960585158868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110244960585158868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/12/im-starting-to-think-that-maybe-guy.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110144399399135625</id><published>2004-11-25T22:36:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T23:27:42.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I understand that I have in the past proclaimed records to be the best of all time, but really, Dag Nasty Field Day IS the one. It's a major part of my musical foundation. It's on the turntable right now. Lovey. I hope you had a nice Thanksgiving.Ok, only to be tied by Jane's Addiction Ritual De Lo Habitual, which may have a slight lead...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110144399399135625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110144399399135625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-understand-that-i-have-in-past.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110109686336609291</id><published>2004-11-21T21:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-21T22:14:23.366-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So my friend Jason who lives in Champaign-Urbana just told me that last night he was really drunk and accidentally joined a heavy metal band. The drummer hit on him and the singer looks like Keith Richards. Don't be concerned though, because they have have a logo. It's whiskey bottle remaniscent. Jason is also going to be a father in 3-5 days. Double-fucking-whammy. Good times. I'm going to be a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110109686336609291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110109686336609291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/11/so-my-friend-jason-who-lives-in.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110099527603261799</id><published>2004-11-20T17:33:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-20T18:01:16.033-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Loose Outline of My DayI. Woke up at 4am after a long night of drinking to go open the store.     A. Lightly sleep on the bus until the Racine stop.     B. Walk the rest of the way cursing SB and the ungodly hour.II. Dealt with caffeine addicts until noon.     A. Purchased and Italian Beef from a place near work that I've been        eyeing for sometime now.     B. Inhaled sandwich on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110099527603261799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110099527603261799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/11/loose-outline-of-my-day-i.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110080766783243821</id><published>2004-11-18T13:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-18T13:54:27.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Freedom. Guess what happened to me today. Time to tighten up the belt a little.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110080766783243821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110080766783243821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/11/freedom.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110062303151892399</id><published>2004-11-16T09:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T10:37:11.520-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I find that not having a snack machine or food source of any kind in your workplace to be a minor tragedy. Minor in relation to issues on the whole, major to my tum tum. I do have some coffee but it's really just steering my attention in the direction of coffee &amp; a cigarette, coffee &amp; a donut, or coffee &amp; an Italian beef with jardinera from the dirty little food place near my house. arg. They </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110062303151892399'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110062303151892399'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-find-that-not-having-snack-machine.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110032542219764941</id><published>2004-11-12T23:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T23:57:02.196-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you've ever played in a band and had really enjoyed it, you cannot tell me that VH1's Bands Reunited doesn't tug on the heart strings when a whole band reunites after nearly twenty years and rehashes the old days while getting ready to rock out together for one last show. The friendships and emotions involved are just as if not more important as the music they've created. They just look so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110032542219764941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110032542219764941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/11/if-youve-ever-played-in-band-and-had.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110028440422045525</id><published>2004-11-12T13:24:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-12T13:53:06.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What the hell is going on today? I've been plagued by the well known in my world 'If The Morning Doesn't Run Smoothly, Then There Goes My Entire Day' scenario. It happens to be consistently intertwined with The Law Of Minor Disasters Domino Effect, which by the way is absolutely unavoidable regardless of the degree of proactivity once the first 'domino' has fallen, obviously. The third customer </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110028440422045525'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110028440422045525'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/11/what-hell-is-going-on-today-ive-been.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-110006447170681349</id><published>2004-11-09T23:23:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-09T23:27:51.706-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Right now there is a show on the Bravo channel called Manhunt. I've never heard of it until now and I almost turned the channel right after The West Wing was over, but I'm kinda glad I didn't. Turns out that Manhunt is like a reality show version of Zoolander. Way too funny.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110006447170681349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/110006447170681349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/11/right-now-there-is-show-on-bravo.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-109994235726359104</id><published>2004-11-08T13:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T13:32:37.263-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I had the perfect idea for a vacation just a few minutes ago. I wanted to go to the UK and see Slint play Feb. 25th-27th, but it's sold out. That would have been a great trip. Now I need to think of something else...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109994235726359104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109994235726359104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-had-perfect-idea-for-vacation-just.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-109975481670871252</id><published>2004-11-06T09:01:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-06T09:30:51.143-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>even on my day off i still woke up at 4am. the mental alarm clock. evil. i'm doing the morning coffee ritual while listening to some records and preparing a 'to do' list. it would be really nice to be ahead of the game for this coming week. seems like i've been running around and getting things done so inefficiently that it was stressing me out. so, i figure if i can knock out this list by early</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109975481670871252'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109975481670871252'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/11/even-on-my-day-off-i-still-woke-up-at.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-109970288410303690</id><published>2004-11-05T18:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T19:12:23.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>right now, my ass is getting kicked due to rock songs from Slint-Spiderland and Pavement-Crooked Rain, Crooked Rain. guess what i've been doin'... i gotta say, that is a perty nice haircut*...where's my beer...crap. i gave it away...* whenever i listen to this song, for some reason i think of a Hanna-Barbera style cartoon snake with a really nice haircut cruising past the same damn barrel</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109970288410303690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109970288410303690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/11/right-now-my-ass-is-getting-kicked-due.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-109950723320772883</id><published>2004-11-03T13:28:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T15:52:27.346-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>it is extremely disturbing for me to know that 51% of this nation re-elected a president responsible for killing more than 100,000 people under false pretenses. this place is fucked.i couldn't have said it any better than this. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109950723320772883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109950723320772883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/11/it-is-extremely-disturbing-for-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-109945790666806385</id><published>2004-11-02T22:50:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T22:58:26.670-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>finally, i'm back here at the pad watching the election coverage. thanks to new hours at SB we're forced to stay until 9:45pm. seriously, we had 3 customers within the last 3.5 hours. unreal. although i did bring in a radio and listened to NPR the whole time. i'm floored at the fact that so many people are voting for Jackass. i really thought Kerry would have taken a decent sized lead early on. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109945790666806385'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109945790666806385'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/11/finally-im-back-here-at-pad-watching.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-109941379542598955</id><published>2004-11-02T10:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T10:54:43.466-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm at the office looking even more disheveled than usual. seeing as it is nearly impossible for me to get up earlier than needed, i took a 3 minute shower, threw on a baseball cap and the first things that i saw in the closet. so i've got these weird black pants and a ridiculous sweater jacket thing on because i had to run down to my polling place to vote before i got coffee and caught the train</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109941379542598955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109941379542598955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/11/im-at-office-looking-even-more.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-109937157629249987</id><published>2004-11-01T22:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T23:04:39.140-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i was actually going to start out this entry with the words 'hot damn'. can you believe it. because i can't.but the real reason i'm in here right now is to re-inform everyone that Bivouac is the greatest fucking record. And that Sheild Your Eyes is the aural incarnation of God.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109937157629249987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109937157629249987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/11/i-was-actually-going-to-start-out-this.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-109934590252426679</id><published>2004-11-01T15:21:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T15:51:42.523-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nope. Still working here. I can't remember ever wanting to be fired before. It's definately ...different. I guess I shouldn't bitch about it. It is extra cash, after all. Over the weekend I went to Urbana to do some chilling. I chilled. Went to a few bars to prep for a Halloween party at one of the Absinthe Blind dudes house. My costume: a one-piece kids clown suit complete with fluffy things </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109934590252426679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109934590252426679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/11/nope.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-109934590235799363</id><published>2004-11-01T15:21:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-01T15:51:42.356-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nope. Still working here. I can't remember ever wanting to be fired before. It's definately ...different. I guess I shouldn't bitch about it. It is extra cash, after all. Over the weekend I went to Urbana to do some chilling. I chilled. Went to a few bars to prep for a Halloween party at one of the Absinthe Blind dudes house. My costume: a one-piece kids clown suit complete with fluffy things </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109934590235799363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109934590235799363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/11/nope.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-109907024205434123</id><published>2004-10-29T13:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T12:17:22.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Let me just begin by saying that yeah, it certainly is a shame that the Fireside Bowl isn’t doing shows anymore. My friends and I had been going there for the better part of ten years and have seen tons of bands that we love there and it will be missed.  But that Logan Square Auditorium. How I love thee. It’s friggin’ classy, roomy, and even though I had heard that the sound wasn’t great, I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109907024205434123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109907024205434123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/10/let-me-just-begin-by-saying-that-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-109897678777376579</id><published>2004-10-28T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-28T10:19:47.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So all of the administrative people are in the conference room meeting with an applicant right now. That hasn’t happened since I interviewed for this job. I think I’m getting fired. And I must say, it’s about fucking time. I’ve been waiting for this for a couple of months now. Right now I’m sitting here with this feeling of total elation. If this is not the case, then I’ll be pretty disappointed.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109897678777376579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109897678777376579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-all-of-administrative-people-are-in.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-109890163127712046</id><published>2004-10-27T13:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T13:28:49.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>so i walked into the office this afternoon, sat down and i saw that there was a voicemail on my phone. so i listened to it. and i laughed. and laughed. and frickin' cracked up. it was from a guy who wanted to place an ad of some sort in the magazine that i work for. turns out that the name of his little organization is called, i swear,the park forest running and pancake club.the fucking park </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109890163127712046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109890163127712046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/10/so-i-walked-into-office-this-afternoon.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-109855328599077382</id><published>2004-10-23T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T12:41:25.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>does anyone know how to take off that stupid profile thing on the right? i hate it and i can't seem to get rid of it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109855328599077382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109855328599077382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/10/does-anyone-know-how-to-take-off-that.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-109854552521923345</id><published>2004-10-23T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-23T11:13:13.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a great morning. It's rainy and overcasty. love it. really. I'm not being sarcastic either. This is the first solid day off I've had in three weeks. Just having some tea while enjoying the weather and silence and attempting to hunt down odds and ends for my '65 Ludwig kit on the interweb. No luck yet though. I'm sure I'll find what I need. Just have to keep looking. Maybe I'll try one of the</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109854552521923345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109854552521923345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/10/what-great-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-109836355930175574</id><published>2004-10-21T07:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-21T07:59:19.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The haunted L rides are this weekend. WTF? They're not even wearing costumes?!Oh, I'm watching the news right now. Probably should mention that. I'm doing the pre-workday coffee &amp; cigarettes thing. The medication that I'm on now requires me to smoke for the next week. I can do that. Then I quit next friday. On thursday we're playing Logan Square Auditorium w/ Dan Andriano (Alkaline Trio), </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109836355930175574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109836355930175574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/10/haunted-l-rides-are-this-weekend.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-109787688524121223</id><published>2004-10-15T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-15T16:48:05.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>i'm always in such a rush going from brown line to green to blue and so forth...i just know my turn to fall down the stairs is right around the corner. stepping down the stairs as fast as i can, almost running down them in order to not arrive at the doors as they're closing in my face. it's happened too many times. you're probably familiar with that instance of rage. the waiting of 10 or more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109787688524121223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109787688524121223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/10/im-always-in-such-rush-going-from.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-109768993694472583</id><published>2004-10-13T13:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-13T12:54:00.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>oh my god. i've felt down before, a lot in fact, but these past few days have been in a category of their own. have you ever felt like something is keeping you in place, no matter how hard you try to get out of a rut in your life? i swear i try and try, and i'm still here. kinda reminds me of the time i was dating this girl in Arizona. Laurie. we went camping in Flagstaff in my new pick-up. the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109768993694472583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109768993694472583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/10/oh-my-god.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-109719445578623176</id><published>2004-10-07T18:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-07T19:14:15.786-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I tell ya, not intentionally to be reminiscent of Hank Hill, ...but long distance dating is not easy. I really miss Emily. We see each other for 2 days and then not again for 2 weeks. That's four days a month that we're together. That's approximately 27 days every month that we're apart. It's really sad. We'll get through it though. I don't understand just how I know, but I know, and that's </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109719445578623176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109719445578623176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/10/i-tell-ya-not-intentionally-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-109694218339539755</id><published>2004-10-04T20:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-10-04T21:09:43.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been drinking a bit so if this seems a little out of whack, my apologies.Ultimate Fiscal Championship:Rent Money McGillicutty vs. Drum Equipment Burns.Guess who won the smackdown? I had to.Just to make myself feel better: It's not like I owe them money. They have my 1 months rent deposit. They're waiting a week. Seriously, what's more important? Really. Call me irresponsible, but I've</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109694218339539755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109694218339539755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/10/ive-been-drinking-bit-so-if-this-seems.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-109614184431159697</id><published>2004-09-25T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T14:50:44.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A day off from both jobs equals nothing less than errand day. The list was long and intimidating so I knocked out 3/4ths of it from memory early this morning before I could really take in the whole thing. That last quarter doesn't seem so bad now that I actually look at it. But now that I'm sitting here having a beer, (sorry, Mike W.) I really just feel like putting on the Family Guy DVD and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109614184431159697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109614184431159697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/09/day-off-from-both-jobs-equals-nothing.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-109582283496566593</id><published>2004-09-21T21:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T22:13:54.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Remember a few months back when I threw the DVD player out the 2nd story window of my last apartment? I finally bought another one. It's one of those fancy-schmancy VCR combo dealies and I like it. A lot. And let me make one thing clear:Dear Netflix,I love you. Lets get married.Waiting ever so patiently for Johnny Cash: The Man, His World, His Music, The Discreet Charm of the Bourgeoisie, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109582283496566593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109582283496566593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/09/remember-few-months-back-when-i-threw.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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-6254911.post-109578891603710267</id><published>2004-09-21T13:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-21T12:48:36.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well I really hope that you are having a better day than I am thus far. Honestly, I’ve [ring] never wanted to melt a telephone system more than I do [ring] right now. I was actually “not nice” to someone that called into the office today AND I do not feel bad about it. Ugh. Do I really HAVE to work until I’m 65? If I were doing something that I enjoyed, I wouldn’t mind at all. I don’t recall ever</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109578891603710267'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6254911/posts/default/109578891603710267'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://aquasaur.blogspot.com/2004/09/well-i-really-hope-that-you-are-having.html' title=''/><author><name>mallen</name><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>
