<?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-3954586</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:40:03.485-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is this thing on?</title><subtitle type='html'>Gripes, diary, ramblings etc...</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-3639597483610917583</id><published>2008-07-31T04:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-31T05:04:51.719-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My blog title never seemed so appropriate.Is this thing on? Very appropriate it seems. Has it really been over two years since I've last updated this thing? So much has happened during that time. Let's see here...I work for a new company and a different position than before. After nearly two and half years at my old company, it was time to move on. I enjoy working for my new company, even though </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/3639597483610917583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/3639597483610917583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2008_07_01_archive.html#3639597483610917583' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-114671092763341454</id><published>2006-05-03T21:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-05-03T21:48:47.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ho hum...Ever since I was introduced to MySpace by my friend Kelly, I've slowly forgotten all about this little blog of mine.  It sits here just waiting and waiting for me to update it.  And I just leave it neglected.  It's really a shame, it's a cool looking page that someone was nice enough to make for me quite awhile ago.  Well, maybe I should show it some love.Work.  Work has been pretty cool</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/114671092763341454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/114671092763341454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2006_05_01_archive.html#114671092763341454' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-114300203483425071</id><published>2006-03-21T22:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T22:33:54.850-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Almost that time again....     </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/114300203483425071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/114300203483425071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114300203483425071' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-114075998949252273</id><published>2006-02-23T23:45:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T23:48:23.436-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Youtube.com is pretty cool.After doing some browsing around, I ran across this little gem. Enjoy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/114075998949252273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/114075998949252273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114075998949252273' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-114049732296567136</id><published>2006-02-20T22:37:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T22:49:38.910-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just a little something.Tired, going to bed, but wanted to throw a little some some up here for now.  The NIN concert pretty much rocked my world.  I might post some more detail about it later, but the energy and presentation of the show was amazing.Work has been pretty crazy lately.  I have a new boss, and not under the best circumstances.  I am trying to keep an optimistic mind about the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/114049732296567136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/114049732296567136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#114049732296567136' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-113961316748712211</id><published>2006-02-10T16:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T17:12:47.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nine Inch Nails + Free Tickets = Win.Well, that was an odd twist of fate.  I had originally planned on going to see NIN on the 11th in Illinois.  Then I changed my mind and decided to see Sevendust instead, closer and would be cheaper.  Then I cancelled that for Ben's birthday festivities.  I figured it would now be too late to get tickets to the NIN show on the 14th, and didn't worry about it.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/113961316748712211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/113961316748712211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2006_02_01_archive.html#113961316748712211' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-113624563832401358</id><published>2006-01-02T17:10:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T23:23:30.460-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New Year.The start of a new year, figured I could at least do my blog the honor of posting on it in the first week.I've heard a lot about My Space, but never really checked it out.  Finally got around to it and started setting up a page for myself on there.  I put a link on the right if you want to check it out, or click here.  Kind of a cool site they have setup with people networking all over.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/113624563832401358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/113624563832401358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2006_01_01_archive.html#113624563832401358' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-113477103788802736</id><published>2005-12-16T16:08:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T16:10:54.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Not in the blogging mood?Haven't much been in the blogging mood lately.  Lots of things going on in my little world, and that involves change.  I am human, thus I do not like change.  I will perhaps give a little better update later.Your Brain's PatternYou have a dreamy mind, full of fancy and fantasy.You have the ability to stay forever entertained with your thoughts.People may say you're hard </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/113477103788802736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/113477103788802736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2005_12_01_archive.html#113477103788802736' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-113226985563128020</id><published>2005-11-17T17:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T17:24:15.640-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The many shades of me.I am...    SelfishI am...    ImmatureI am...    OverbearingI am...    JealousI am...    StubbornI am...    DemandingI am...    HappyI am...    SadI am...    CryingI am...    LaughingI am...    Free</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/113226985563128020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/113226985563128020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2005_11_01_archive.html#113226985563128020' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-112528859493721651</id><published>2005-08-28T22:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T23:09:54.946-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All work and no play...Alright, that's a damn lie and everyone knows it :).  But speaking of work, I got a promotion already, and I've only been there for 4 months.  Get to do a lot of behind the scene stuff, scoring associates performance, coaching associates and get to do some training classes.  Not a lot of pay difference since I won't be making commission anymore, but base pay is higher so </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/112528859493721651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/112528859493721651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112528859493721651' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-112346283958155990</id><published>2005-08-07T19:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T20:00:39.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Guns don't kill people, I.. err..uhh... guns do kill people.What's new in the neighborhood kids?  The sun is shining bright, it's not deadly humid today and tomorrow it's back to work!  Ewww... scratch that last part :)Been awhile since I visited my little online-chat-thingy-bobber-whatchcallit.  Oh yeah, BLOG.  Yeah, i'm feeling a little weird today, but that's nothing new.  What's new.... hmmm.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/112346283958155990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/112346283958155990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112346283958155990' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-112173792805272766</id><published>2005-07-18T20:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T20:53:07.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bad movies, Martinis and Good times.Decent work week followed by a fun weekend.  Interviewed for a QA position at work, but not entirely sure if I want the job or not.  I guess it will first depend on... if they offer me the job :).  Secondly on the pay, and thirdly on if I want to give up my current job.  Now that I got things rolling at work commissions are going to start rolling in, so I'm not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/112173792805272766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/112173792805272766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112173792805272766' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-112104710218363531</id><published>2005-07-10T20:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T21:01:19.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Explosions and other such nonsense.It's been a fun filled couple of weeks since I last posted.  Let's see what of it I can actually remember.. :)Went to the Oshkosh fireworks this year.  Was actually a pretty good show, better than I have seen there in the past.  After the fireworks we walked down Hazel street and watched a band who was performing on top of the roof of their house.  They were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/112104710218363531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/112104710218363531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112104710218363531' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-112002224450360069</id><published>2005-06-29T00:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-07-01T14:00:35.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friends.I have been blessed to have many friends in my life.  Some are new, some are old.  Some are good, some are bad.  Some are honest, some are liars.  Some are sane, some are insane.  Some are male, some are female.  Some are upfront, some are two-faced.  Some are fun, some are dull.  Some are smart, some are dumb.  Etc...  But no matter which of many categories a friend of mine falls into, I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/112002224450360069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/112002224450360069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#112002224450360069' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-111800353301723227</id><published>2005-06-05T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T15:32:13.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy DeathDay!This is a neat, yet depressing toy.Happy Deathday!Your name:DustinYou will die on:Sunday, May 30, 2027You will die of:Suicide  Username: Created by Quill  Enjoy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/111800353301723227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/111800353301723227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111800353301723227' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-111782736163368313</id><published>2005-06-03T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T14:36:01.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Revenge of the SicknessWell, i've been feeling a little out of it on and off for the past week.  Finally last night as I was leaving work I could tell I was physically drained and possibly running a temperature.  I didn't really know what to do since my insurance from my new job hasn't kicked in yet, but then someone mentioned the free clinic.  It seems there are doctors there at different hours </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/111782736163368313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/111782736163368313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2005_06_01_archive.html#111782736163368313' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-111628695939414623</id><published>2005-05-16T18:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T13:16:26.070-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time to get ready.Looking to be a good week.  The lady will be in town for a week to attend a wedding we are both in.  Standing as best man in my friend Chris's wedding, defintly looking forward to a good time.Been working a new job lately, i'm still on the fence if I like it or not.  I don't really have valid reasons to not like it, just i'm Mr. Fussy.  :)   The people I work with are for the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/111628695939414623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/111628695939414623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111628695939414623' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-111476925346700569</id><published>2005-04-29T05:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-29T14:31:51.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It hasn't been that long.Being apart sucks.  Not knowing how long you will remain apart, well that doesn't help much either.With everything that has been going on in my life lately, it has been a little hectic trying to remember the little things... oh say like this small flick coming out next month.  You might have heard of it.. Star Wars.  Yeah, needless to say I dropped the fucking ball on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/111476925346700569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/111476925346700569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111476925346700569' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-111389247067510186</id><published>2005-04-19T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-04-19T01:34:30.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another day, another dollar.Well, I guess that could have been put, another year...  Yep, today is ye ole Birtday for moi.  Time comes and goes, sometimes seeming slow, other times way too fast.  In the past year I have replaced my car not once but twice.  Been fired from a job that I was close to walking out on.  Stood as a groomsman at my friend Chad's wedding.  Stood as Bestman at my brother's</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/111389247067510186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/111389247067510186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111389247067510186' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-111181632534238730</id><published>2005-03-25T23:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T23:52:05.343-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There and Back Again, a Human's Tale.I have survived the trip to San Antonio.  Surviving the leaving of my better half there, that is yet to be determined.I think the enviromental and/or climate change back and forth messed me up.  I am tired and not feeling well, so that is all I will share for now.  Good night.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/111181632534238730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/111181632534238730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111181632534238730' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-111045236294008723</id><published>2005-03-10T04:44:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-03-10T05:00:35.476-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blarg says the llama.I don't feel like updating, but I will.  So prepare yourself for a very boring update.Went to a couple Bears games to watch Barren warm the bench instead of being allowed to play.  Even though his "team" has won a measly 4 games all year.  I use the word team very loosely here.  They are a bunch of talented players, but watching them against another team it becomes abundantly</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/111045236294008723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/111045236294008723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2005_03_01_archive.html#111045236294008723' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-110761930760378390</id><published>2005-02-05T09:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-02-05T10:02:33.723-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tired, sore and other such unpleasantries....I don't know why, but after a night of drinking, dancing and all that jazz... I can't seem to sleep worth a damn.  I get home and fall asleep around 4:30ish, boom I'm wide awake 8am.  Mind you, I am a 7-8 hour minimum sleeper if I am to function half way decently during the day.Let me go on the record and state, I don't like conflicts.  Now, for some</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/110761930760378390'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/110761930760378390'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110761930760378390' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-110512418634515506</id><published>2005-01-07T13:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T12:57:00.266-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hah, I thought this was kinda funny :)Though they rarely caused mankind any serious harm,these Japanese fox spirits known as kitsunewere well known for playing tricks on peopleand could be a real nuisance. They possessedthe ability to transform into any creature,though they would often retain their fox tail.One could easily determine the age and level ofmaturity of a kitsune by counting</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/110512418634515506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/110512418634515506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2005_01_01_archive.html#110512418634515506' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-110395872523671592</id><published>2004-12-25T01:12:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-27T14:54:34.533-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MERRY CHRISTMAS! FELIZ NAVIDAD!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/110395872523671592'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/110395872523671592'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110395872523671592' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-110220422190391571</id><published>2004-12-04T17:27:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-12-04T18:10:42.583-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blah, blah, blah and more blah.Yes... yes it has been a long time. I had almost thought of completely discontinuing this silly online journal of my life. But, I shall not give up just yet. So... what's been going on lately?Got myself fired from my job, that was a hoot. Corporate b.s., but what can I do. The kicker was that they were nice enough to give false information regarding my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/110220422190391571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/110220422190391571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2004_12_01_archive.html#110220422190391571' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-110066882166865536</id><published>2004-11-16T23:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T23:20:21.666-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm working on it.Really.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/110066882166865536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/110066882166865536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2004_11_01_archive.html#110066882166865536' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-109537946829449582</id><published>2004-09-16T18:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-09-16T19:04:28.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A posting to the tune of Dennis Leary's "Asshole"Once again, for helping out a friend, I got to be "the bad guy".  I believe in helping others out, but there has to be a balance, so that you maintain your own happiness also.  But, enough of that.Hmm.. what has all been going on latey...  I went to Great America again.  This time the ladyfriend and I took some of her neices and nephews.  The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/109537946829449582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/109537946829449582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2004_09_01_archive.html#109537946829449582' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-109304285348429117</id><published>2004-08-20T17:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-20T18:00:53.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is it September 12th yet?That's the day we start out new schedules at work.  Granted I don't even know what my new schedule is going to be til next week, but anything has to be better than working 10 hours every Sunday.  At first I never thought it would be a big deal, but damn, 10 hours, plus an hour lunch on top of that, it eats up the entire day!  Meh.Went down to Great America last weekend,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/109304285348429117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/109304285348429117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109304285348429117' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-109175050439928828</id><published>2004-08-05T17:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-08-05T19:01:44.400-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And the lord said, "Let there be gaming!"Yes, beyond the multitude of PS2, Gamecube, Xbox and other PC games I have purchased lately, I have picked up two titles that could possibly consume every second that I have for gaming. I have severely limited my gametime compared to what it used to be. I usually go for a few days without playing any games, and then I'll sit down and veg for 2-4 hours </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/109175050439928828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/109175050439928828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109175050439928828' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-109051927029830906</id><published>2004-07-22T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-07-22T13:01:49.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blue skies, warm weather.  Where are you? Rainy and cold, or overcast and muggy.  That seems to be the theme this year.  Maybe if we're lucky we'll squeeze out a few decent days before it starts to get cold again. Next Friday my crazy brother is getting married.  Turned 18 on June 13th, getting married on July 30th.  Pure craziness.  Hopefully the weather will hold to atleast not rainy, as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/109051927029830906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/109051927029830906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2004_07_01_archive.html#109051927029830906' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-108812478030235881</id><published>2004-06-24T19:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T19:53:51.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome to blah.org.That’s how I’m feeling at work today.  Ok, scratch that, just deleted a 3 paragraph posting on the crap that goes on with cable, dish and dsl.  I’m sure it would have amused just about nooone.  Over two months into the 10 hour days and still haven’t decided if I like it better than 8 hour days.  I don’t mind working a job for whatever hours, I do mind however when it’s a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/108812478030235881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/108812478030235881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108812478030235881' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-108687564450175332</id><published>2004-06-10T08:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-06-10T08:54:04.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Is anyone not getting married??Yeah, I've probably only been to a handful of weddings in my life, or atleast in the last 10 years or so.  Yet I'm attending atleast 5 weddings this spring/summer/fall so far, and standing in two.  Ah well, the couple so far have been pretty fun, and I volunteer'd to record one of them, which turned out pretty good.TBCS was this past weekend, and was an ok time.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/108687564450175332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/108687564450175332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2004_06_01_archive.html#108687564450175332' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-108484094059074091</id><published>2004-05-17T19:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T19:42:20.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's new?Hmm.. my lovely new gf got into an accident.  She's ok, just a little shook up. Car looks to be totaled.  Of course, it was my new car she was driving, ugh  :)  Insurance guy doesn't sound like a total jerk, and I have extra protection on my loan to pay for anything they don't, so all should be good.  Hopefully this will go quick, so I can get myself back into some wheels.  I really </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/108484094059074091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/108484094059074091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108484094059074091' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-108353984751459749</id><published>2004-05-02T18:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-05-02T18:21:42.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey look... it's another day.Well, b-day has come and gone, and I don't feel any older.  I guess that's a good thing.  I had one of my best birthdays ever, twice in one week.  I got dinner and a movie on my actual b-day, my choice on both!  Plus, I got tons of presents!  Granted.. it was almost all clothes, but damn, it was alot of clothes, and some very nice stuff to boot.  I think the on-going</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/108353984751459749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/108353984751459749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108353984751459749' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-108239198591815540</id><published>2004-04-19T11:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-19T11:30:22.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's about that time.It's my birthday.Yay me.:P</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/108239198591815540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/108239198591815540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108239198591815540' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-108216100833612417</id><published>2004-04-16T19:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T11:35:54.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So... How's the weather?That's about how excited I am, updating ye ole blog.  At least most of those I know who blog also have been slacking, so I'm with the in crowd.Work has been ok, haven't killed anyone this week at least.  They finally fixed something the other day so that I am getting the correct calls for the department I'm in.  I'll give it a week before they screw it up again.The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/108216100833612417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/108216100833612417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108216100833612417' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-108050884340530401</id><published>2004-03-28T15:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T15:24:11.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Soooo tired....Had a little get together yesterday, and apparently it was "every beer you drink has to be a different brand than the last" night.  I think final count was 7 different beers, which by all means isn't alot of beer, but when your switching from a really light beer like Coors Light and then diving into a Guiness, it doesn't make the stomach a happy being.So as I sit here at work, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/108050884340530401'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/108050884340530401'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108050884340530401' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-108028372306394844</id><published>2004-03-26T00:48:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T00:52:07.483-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happiness is not a destination, rather it is a road you travel.Someone new and very dear to me said that the other day.  I think it makes sense, I like it.  An entire month since I have updated, tsk tsk.  Quite the slacker to the blog I have become.  Of course it seems like the only time I have actually wanted to update has been when I was way too busy to do so.  I did go through and clean up </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/108028372306394844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/108028372306394844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108028372306394844' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-107781159616810329</id><published>2004-02-26T10:06:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T07:51:28.250-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The blog says, "Update me."Oh how I long for thee, my old See and Say :)  Stopping home long enough to check emails, take care of the cats and grab a couple more days worth of clothes.  Figured instead of just reading everyone else's blog I could maybe update mine for once.  I remember a time when updating the blog daily or atleast bidaily was important, but I guess things change with that.  I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/107781159616810329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/107781159616810329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107781159616810329' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-107583808021612693</id><published>2004-02-03T13:54:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T13:56:56.500-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been awhile.How the hell is everyone?  Have you missed me?  Have you missed my rants(sober or drunken)?  No?  Well I do atleast :)  I really would like to update more often, and probably should, but I've been away from home for so long that it doesn't always cross my mind.  Let's see what all is new.Lots of changes at work, new schedule and my job duties changing just a bit.  Everything </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/107583808021612693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/107583808021612693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107583808021612693' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-107445075983454342</id><published>2004-01-18T12:32:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T23:53:34.763-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow.I was actually going to go and fix what I wrote last night at the party on here.  But on second thought, rereading it and seeing what a complete drunken asshat I sound like, i'll leave it up here for everyone's amusement  :)Ok I lied, there was a few lines in there that I don't really want out there.  Sorry.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/107445075983454342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/107445075983454342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107445075983454342' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-107441467316839713</id><published>2004-01-18T02:31:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-18T23:53:10.546-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Am I a better than you?Bare with me, as I write this half plastered at my buddies house drunk.  Yes, that's me, not in my right mind, hopping on the computer to post my thoughts and feelings for the world.Let's start with everyone's favorite topic, work.  Work has been a real bitch lately, and I have actually begun to wonder how much longer I will be at my job.  They have changed things </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/107441467316839713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/107441467316839713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107441467316839713' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-107329387059357457</id><published>2004-01-05T03:11:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T03:13:41.076-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Think i'm still sore...Had one hell of a New Years, hope everyone else did too.  New stuff going on, i'll update later on it.  Very tired, need sleep for work....  I'll leave you with this.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/107329387059357457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/107329387059357457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2004_01_01_archive.html#107329387059357457' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-107286494558189993</id><published>2003-12-31T04:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T04:03:57.216-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As the World Turns...A year older that is.  I hope everyones Christmas was a joyous time!  Spent the first half of the day with family, then later with friends.  Spending time with the family was nice as I never really see them except for the holidays, but of course it was nice also when I left the full house that is my family's home :)  Later Christmas night I went to watch ROTK again with some</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/107286494558189993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/107286494558189993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107286494558189993' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-107121256398836713</id><published>2003-12-12T01:02:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-12-12T01:03:50.420-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm just like the rest of them...Lacking in updates that is.  It's not that I have been so utterly busy that I simply can't update, but I guess the motive just isn't there.  Most of the things I would love to yap about, and talk on and on and on about... I just don't feel the need to share with everyone who may or may not read this.  I guess that is a pretty humorous statement, considering some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/107121256398836713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/107121256398836713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_12_01_archive.html#107121256398836713' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-106982991487971014</id><published>2003-11-26T00:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-26T00:59:20.326-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thanksgiving..... already?The year is simply flying by way too fast.  With all the changes that have been going on, atleast in my little world, it's amazing how the time disappears.  I guess in the spirit of the season, I should give thanks, and there is alot to be thankful for.  I give thanks to my family, although I may not visit them often, or even call for that matter, I know that they are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/106982991487971014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/106982991487971014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106982991487971014' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-106911314366694353</id><published>2003-11-17T17:52:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T17:52:56.450-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A semblence of life.Life, one big roller coaster.  With the ups and downs that always keep you guessing, and never letting things get stale.  Hmm.. not exactly sure where that came from, as I am sitting at work, answering the same questions to what seems like the same people all day long.  One nice thing is commissions have been nice at work lately, considering I don't have to work very hard to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/106911314366694353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/106911314366694353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106911314366694353' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-106817751788116715</id><published>2003-11-06T21:58:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-11-06T21:58:57.280-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The program Smith has grown beyond your control.Suppose I should update as I have a few spare moments here.  Alot has been going on in my life, some good, some bad and some.. meh.  Mostly which has led to the lack of updates on here *shrug*.On the bad side, as most of you may or may not know by now, I got nailed for something fairly dumb.  Luckily the worst that should happen from it is costing</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/106817751788116715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/106817751788116715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_11_01_archive.html#106817751788116715' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-106723625139978814</id><published>2003-10-27T00:30:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2003-10-27T01:41:03.700-06:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The oh shit handles are located to the left!Just got home from getting the shit scared out of me at Splatter Haus, eek!  I haven't been to a haunted house anywhere near as cool as this one ever.  The sheer size of the place is amazing, along with the extremely detailed costuming and sound effects.  I won't ruin the suprises for those that may be going to it for the first time, but I will say it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/106723625139978814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/106723625139978814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106723625139978814' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-106689325470136504</id><published>2003-10-23T02:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-23T02:18:16.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where does the time go?Warning, this message has been edited for your sanity!Open mic, old friends, Ozzy tribute band, $2 pints of Capt'n'Coke and careing about nothing.  Good times.P.S.Mad props to Pat for showing me how to add a pic to my site.  Yes I refuse to learn how to do anything for myself.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/106689325470136504'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/106689325470136504'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106689325470136504' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-106602681245935211</id><published>2003-10-13T01:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T01:33:32.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So tired....I'm sure I have used that title before, but it sure fits now.  Just a few scant hours of sleep on Friday followed up by just a few more hours on Saturday, combined with NEWLARP, boozing and work = one tired mofo.Last event for NEWLARP this season was a pretty good time.  I guess I am in the middle on how I feel about the game.  On the negative side there has been a decline in morale</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/106602681245935211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/106602681245935211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106602681245935211' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-106543153202177827</id><published>2003-10-06T04:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-06T04:24:38.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happiness comes in small doses.A little snippet from Dennis Leary, and he couldn't be any more correct with those words.  But of course everyone has their own opinion of what happiness is to themselves.  Do you think your life is half full, or half empty?  Are you only concerned with the here and now?  Or do you prefer to wait your time, for what could be in the future?  Hmm... just some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/106543153202177827'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/106543153202177827'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_10_01_archive.html#106543153202177827' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-106463768179587775</id><published>2003-09-26T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T02:08:30.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ugh, update?Figure I could update as i'm over at Adam's and everyone is trashed but me.  I was totally gonna update a few days ago, but I got sidetracked by an extremely tough decision I have had to make.Let's see, anything new lately?  Lots of work, required OT means long days at work as I pretty much refuse to come in on my days off.  Went to OshCon for a bit, I wish I would have had the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/106463768179587775'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/106463768179587775'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106463768179587775' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-106364814615070334</id><published>2003-09-15T12:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-15T12:52:09.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekend Madness.Last week before the weekend was pretty much nothing but work.  Cept for Monday night at PCP when these two girls almost got in a rumble over 'he said, she said' crap.  Let's just move ahead to the weekend.Friday work til 9ish then off to a weekend of fun.  Barley and Hops til 1-1:30am ish, not really sure exactly what time as I walked out when someone I didn't care to deal with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/106364814615070334'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/106364814615070334'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106364814615070334' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-106303576169693192</id><published>2003-09-08T10:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-08T10:42:41.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another day....Wait, where's my dollar?Hella busy lately.  Why can't the human body work on say, 2-4 hours of sleep a day?  Imagine how much more you could get done with the extra time not wasted laying comatose on a bed.  Perhaps my mission in life is to find the cure to needing so much sleep.  Or I could just take alot of speed.I saw this on a friends blog, and I thought I would steal it, and</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/106303576169693192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/106303576169693192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106303576169693192' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-106249252405458046</id><published>2003-09-02T03:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T03:48:43.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OMFG!  Where did the Summer go?!?!?Well, I guess there's still plenty of good weather left in the year, but damn if Sept. 1 didn't sneak up on me out of nowhere.  I didn't get as much done this summer as I would have liked, but I got enough done considering how things started this summer.  Hopefully I will be going to Vegas in a month or two, maybe sooner, who knows.Busy weekend.  Friday I went</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/106249252405458046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/106249252405458046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_09_01_archive.html#106249252405458046' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-106204652536112688</id><published>2003-08-27T23:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-28T19:57:30.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Get medical attention if frostbitten.gullible bearyou are easily tricked into things and you tend totry to hard to please others even when they arejust using you.....you're a door mat....you need to learn to stand upfor yourself.but look on the brite side......you have every riteto explode and get revenge on them.........*halo appears over head* **which dysfunctional care bear are you?** </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/106204652536112688'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/106204652536112688'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106204652536112688' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-106118596082338102</id><published>2003-08-18T00:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T02:45:16.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Days go by.Lately it seems that time is flying by in a big blur.  I don't know if it is due to the fact of how busy I have been keeping myself, or how utterly slow my life used to be.I haven't gone go-karting in probably 8 years or something, but ended up doing it twice in the past week.  I think next time I'm gonna try the off road karts they have at the sports park I went to.  I also got to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/106118596082338102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/106118596082338102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106118596082338102' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-106058333148559661</id><published>2003-08-11T01:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-11T01:37:00.120-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A week in the life of....So it seems I got bit by a nonblogging bug last week.  A recap of my adventures or just rambling, I'll let my fingers decide.I got to play nurse maid for Beefy McPukesalot Monday night.  Let's try to not make that a repeat episode :)Work was the usual crap, it'll be nice when they get some more classes of people trained and on the floor.  Perhaps bring the job back to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/106058333148559661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/106058333148559661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106058333148559661' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-105993981107243863</id><published>2003-08-03T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-08-03T14:45:48.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To be, or not to be.The question that can honestly be asked in regards to just about anything.  An option would exist, and you can either act or not.  Both having rewards and consiquences.  Some people would act, and care not for the consiquences, no matter who or what it affects.  Others would not act, always mindful of those around them, and caring more for them than themselves.  And yet I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/105993981107243863'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/105993981107243863'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#105993981107243863' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-105959671212266074</id><published>2003-07-30T15:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T15:25:12.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Back in the saddle again.Nothing exciting in the past few days.  Hooked up with the crew for some movie viewing yesterday.  Basic was pretty good, twists and turns abound.  Just Married on the other hand.. well, sucked :)I need to get myself out of the habit of coming home drunk and posting to my blog, nothing good every comes of it.  Meh.  I'm on a short break and just wanted to slap something</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/105959671212266074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/105959671212266074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105959671212266074' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-105946916212498089</id><published>2003-07-29T03:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-29T04:00:48.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A year in the life.** Warning, Emotional Bullshit Ahead. **As of today, I have been at my place of employment for 1 year.  At first I thought, no big deal.  Then I begin to think of all the things that could happen in a year, what a short time it seems, til you add up events in your life.  I also thought of where I was a year ago, how my life was, and how it is now.  I wondered where I would be</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/105946916212498089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/105946916212498089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105946916212498089' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-105932933755777571</id><published>2003-07-27T13:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-28T02:10:32.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rollercoaster.I think that one word pretty much sums up how things have been lately.  Of course, I am just a wacko, and all of it is in my head.  Some days things are great, I feel really positive both physcially and emotionally.  Others I feel quite the opposite, which is common for most people, but nonetheless I would rather not be so.It seems for now my internet works all the time at my new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/105932933755777571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/105932933755777571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105932933755777571' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-105916533229907977</id><published>2003-07-25T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-25T15:35:32.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sneaky.Just got moved to a new desk, so it seems for a extremely brief amount of time(read: 30 minutes or so) my internet is working, so figured I may as well update while I should be working.Haven't really done anything exciting in the past week, looked at a few places with Karl and Branden, hopefully will look at a few more in the next couple days.  Saw Daredevil for the first time last night</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/105916533229907977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/105916533229907977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105916533229907977' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-105869042866573695</id><published>2003-07-20T03:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-20T03:40:28.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Busy, busy.It's very late, and I have to work in the morning, so just the highlights, if you can call them that.Guy backed into my car with his truck at Leons.  Got my stereo installed, and new rear speakers.  May have amp and subwoofer installed Tuesday.  Worked most of the week.  Went to the Fond du Lac County Fair Friday night and saw Heart.  Visited Josh in Madtown and went to see Pirates </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/105869042866573695'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/105869042866573695'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105869042866573695' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-105815170930180365</id><published>2003-07-13T22:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-13T22:03:15.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a slacker.Been awhile, anything new?  Got myself a newer car last week, needed something that is gonna be more reliable for all the highway driving I do, and a bit better on gas mileage.  I'm very happy with the new car, it's alot of adjusting from going from a automatic to a manual, but I'm getting more used to it each day.  Hopefully on Tuesday I will be transfering my stereo over, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/105815170930180365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/105815170930180365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105815170930180365' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-105773009288502138</id><published>2003-07-09T00:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-09T00:55:13.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Look over there!A guestbook added to my site.  Go sign it you humps! :)Lots of new stuff, I'll post on it later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/105773009288502138'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/105773009288502138'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105773009288502138' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-105765486196230782</id><published>2003-07-08T04:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T14:46:53.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So very tired.Today someone needed me to switch shifts with them at work.  Which involved me working 3.5 hours earlier than usual, and then still going out for the usual on Mondays to PCP.  And here I am at 3:45am updating my blog, good thing I have tomorrow off! :)Since last update, hmm.. let's see.  Saturday was the Ren Faire in Bristol.  I thought it was a really good time, with alot to see,</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/105765486196230782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/105765486196230782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105765486196230782' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-105738688515898880</id><published>2003-07-05T01:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-05T01:35:22.386-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Happy Birthday U.S.A.!Today is a day to celebrate, and reflect.  With so many things wrong with the world today, I truely believe there is far more good than bad about living in this country.  So many freedoms we take for granted on a daily basis, we truely do have much to be thankful for.Also today is a day for recovering from last nights drinking binge and then hanging out with friends! :)  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/105738688515898880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/105738688515898880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105738688515898880' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-105713175847619848</id><published>2003-07-02T02:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-07-02T02:43:05.996-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tired.Begin massive run-on paragraph.  It seems that no matter how late I get home and go to bed Monday nights, I still wake up early on Tuesdays.  Had to cancel my current car insurance and go with another provider today.  I was able to save quite a bit of money, but I really liked my old insurance agent.  Very friendly and personable, goes the extra mile for you for things your not even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/105713175847619848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/105713175847619848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_07_01_archive.html#105713175847619848' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-105691272938082640</id><published>2003-06-29T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-29T13:52:09.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Soreness.Ugh, I am sore head to toe.  After a long night of drinking and dancing on Friday, I got up bright and early for NEWLARP, to run around and get beat on by foam covered weapons for 7 hours.No idea what is going on with the roomate situation now, I knew one person was fairly unreliable, but now another is talking about moving up north.  Sheesh, I'd like to know what's going on before I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/105691272938082640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/105691272938082640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#105691272938082640' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-96006265</id><published>2003-06-25T00:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-25T00:41:19.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Meh.Life would be so much simpler if I used the thought of "meh", and applied it to everything that pisses me off in life.  Perhaps I wouldn't write such stupid drunken rants on here, and maybe just talk about intresting things.Went to Olive Garden with some of the peeps today, and I think I ate too much.  It's nice to get full on good food, but not when you feel uncomfortable afterwards.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/96006265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/96006265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#96006265' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-95975746</id><published>2003-06-24T04:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-24T04:35:05.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everything, yet nothing at all.There are many things I have been labeled, in the past and in the present.  I would have to say at one time or another I do indeed fit each title given to me, including my latest.  I am a Jerk, Hypocrite, Rude, Irresponsible, Unthoughtful, Uncaring, Selfish, Lazy, Thougtless, Liar, Cheater, Destroyer, Arrogant, Loud, Abnoxious, Embarrasing and the list goes on.  So</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/95975746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/95975746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95975746' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-95855058</id><published>2003-06-20T02:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-20T02:10:02.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Drunk.My cats must love when I come home drunk, because instead of just coming home and sleeping, I knock them around and play with them for hours on end.  The $8 all you can drink beer and rail drinks will be the death of me, I swear.I hate myself for saying so, but reading someone's blog is just too painful.  It seems like everything they put on there shits on me in some way.  As if I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/95855058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/95855058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95855058' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-95783235</id><published>2003-06-18T02:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T02:33:43.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dinner, Movie and....Shopping?Besides a few other random events, that was my day in a nutshell.  It wasn't my normal Tuesday, which usually consists of doing laundry, playing card games and attempting to complete random household tasks.The Dinner was going to China King with Pat.  I had a bad Mongolian BBQ in Fond du Lac last week, and I had to see for myself if I was mearly fooled into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/95783235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/95783235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95783235' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-95678158</id><published>2003-06-15T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-15T00:01:29.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time, so slow and yet so fast.Been awhile since the last post, anything new?  Work sucks.  Oh speaking of shitty jobs, Charter is hiring again for T.V. and Internet support.  So if any of you slackers are looking for a job in today's tough market,  I suggest you stop there with a resume.  It really isn't that bad of a job, can be a little stressful and annoying sometimes, but considering the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/95678158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/95678158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95678158' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-95514887</id><published>2003-06-10T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T13:34:17.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Good, the Bad and the UglyThe Ugly.Me going to work Sunday morning, lol :)The Bad.Two parts.  #1. Banging my knee really hard on the dance floor at Visions Saturday night.  They have a small elevated area on the dance floor, and let's just say I missed my step.  I guess my reflexs and balance aren't gonna be the greatest after 15 or so shots/mixed drinks.#2. Mixed drinks with orange </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/95514887'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/95514887'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95514887' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-95397635</id><published>2003-06-06T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T23:45:17.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm a bad man.The Dante's Inferno Test has banished you to the Seventh Level of Hell!Here is how you matched up against all the levels:LevelScorePurgatory (Repenting Believers)Very LowLevel 1 - Limbo (Virtuous Non-Believers)Very LowLevel 2 (Lustful)ExtremeLevel 3 (Gluttonous)Very HighLevel 4 (Prodigal and Avaricious)Very HighLevel 5 (Wrathful and Gloomy)Very HighLevel 6 - The City of Dis (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/95397635'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/95397635'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95397635' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-95360743</id><published>2003-06-06T01:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-06T01:56:36.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Drunken blissfulnessThe only thing better than coming home shit faced and playing with a kitty cat, is having two kitty cats to play with.  Sober, drunk or whatever, they love me unconditionally, no matter what.A friend introduced me to unlimited rail mixers for only $8 at Visions in Fond du Lac tonight.  Dusto + unlimited mixed drinks = good fucking time.  I managed to make it home, just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/95360743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/95360743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95360743' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-95272905</id><published>2003-06-04T01:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-04T01:29:10.413-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Different Perspective.Finally sat down and watched The Fast and the Furious with Beefy last night.  Hmm.. ugh.  Possibly the worst acting I have seen in quite awhile, and of course accompanied by an extremely blah plot.  I did like some of the special effects, but beyond that, I really don't see what the hype with that movie was all about.Had to go and hook up the old Playstation tonight as I</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/95272905'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/95272905'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95272905' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-95145971</id><published>2003-06-01T02:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-06-01T02:34:13.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So much to do, so little time.My day off always seems to start out slow, but at the end of the night I realize it flew by like nothing.  Stopped down at the card shop for awhile today, won a little tournament they had.  The Foxx radio station was down there for a brief amount of time also, but I didn't really pay attention to them.  Ever since I didn't hook the radio part of my cd player up in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/95145971'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/95145971'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95145971' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-95039097</id><published>2003-05-29T11:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T11:14:49.680-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Many Paths We Walk.There are so many things to do in life, people to meet and places to go.  Sometimes I wonder if I am simply wasting my life, not going with more schooling, traveling or changing my life much.  But then again, I am someone who tends to simply adjust to my surroundings, as I am afraid of change.Joined the boys in some Tiger Woods '03 last night.  Pretty damn fun game if I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/95039097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/95039097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#95039097' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-94933057</id><published>2003-05-27T04:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T04:47:42.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>El upate-o.I have discovered that the bars can be quite expensive, even more so if your someone like me who tends to get pretty loose when your plastered.  Rounds of shots were had a plenty :)  Let's just say I was so drunk that not only was I on the dance floor, but I was in the middle of it bouncing all over the place at two places Friday night.  It was a pretty good time.  Other than that, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/94933057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/94933057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94933057' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-94776782</id><published>2003-05-23T03:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T03:17:21.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Even dumber.I type this after going out drinking with her, and then drinking even more at my friends house.  Btw, your welcome for the clean toilet, I can't stand pukeing in a dirty toilet.  WTF am I thinking?  I can barely type this, yet my mind is racing with thoughts, good and bad.  Friends, deamons, loves, hates, everything combined into one.  Some of the things said to me tonight crushed me</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/94776782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/94776782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94776782' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-94725513</id><published>2003-05-22T01:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T01:59:26.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Still a dumbass.Yeah, as the title states, I am still stuck on her, and not a god damn thing I can do about it.Other news?  Work, drinking, exercise and dieting.  What a life I lead.It's funny that after my relationship with her, I now take a deeper look into the relationships of people I know, either through friendships or work, and I suddenly have this much more profane look at it.  There </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/94725513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/94725513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94725513' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-94619408</id><published>2003-05-20T00:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T00:41:18.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Perceptions are different.It's intresting how people can look at the exact same thing, person, place or situation, yet see completely different things.TBCS was this past weekend and well, it was so-so.  Needing to reformat my computer, getting hit with Nimda AND needing a new NIC didn't exactly help the event for me :)  Thank you Barren for taking alot of your time out of the event to help me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/94619408'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/94619408'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94619408' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-94411280</id><published>2003-05-15T16:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T16:10:44.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Movie Mania.Tuesday = X-Men 2 on the Ultrascreen.  Wednesday = Matrix Reloaded on the Ultrascreen.  That's almost as many times as I would usually go to the movies in an entire year.  Both movies were awesome, few minor gripes, but the good defintly outweighs the bad.  I think Perkins gave me bad food, as I've visited the bathroom way too many times today for my comfort, and the comfort of you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/94411280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/94411280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94411280' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-94188455</id><published>2003-05-12T01:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T01:21:01.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Memory Lane.So I was cleaning out the closet in the spare bedroom, and I came across a box I've only opened once or twice in the past 8 years.  All I can say is 'wow'.  I was flooded with memories, good times, bad times and everything inbetween.  School year books, old letters from girlfriends, worthless baseball and football cards, my trophy from track.. when I was seven years old.  I even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/94188455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/94188455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94188455' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-94165959</id><published>2003-05-11T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-11T16:45:03.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Keeping myself  busy.That's the best I can do.  Everyone I talk to tells me this will take a long time before I stop feeling like shit.  I think I need a neural drug  to supress my feelings, that would fix alot of things!NEWLARP was this past weekend.  I had a pretty good time, even if it was a small turnout and a bit of a slower game.  One thing I noticed right away was that I wasn't nearly as</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/94165959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/94165959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#94165959' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-93975389</id><published>2003-05-08T01:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T01:15:51.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Non-whining about Her dumping my sorry ass post.Yeah, enough of the posts, typing it out actually makes it worse it seems.  It only brings up more in me than I thought I was gonna post in the first place.  A simple couple of sentences long post turned into two paragraphs.  Luckily for you the reader, I deleted it.Still no idea what's up with the getting a roomate or moving out situation.  I'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/93975389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/93975389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93975389' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-93782626</id><published>2003-05-04T23:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T00:33:41.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rebounding.I admit, before this past week I had maybe ever put two seconds worth of thought into exactly what 'rebounding' was, and ment.  First, there has to be the person actually doing the rebounding.  Secondly, the person they are rebounding from.  Thirdly, the person they are rebounding to.  To the person doing the rebounding it can mean many things.  It can be a way of seeking a comfort to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/93782626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/93782626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93782626' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-93651437</id><published>2003-05-02T09:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T09:27:35.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pain.Stabbing myself in the chest would have hurt less than that phone call.  To be focused so much on what she lusts, and not what loves her.  It is like a searing bullet to the heart.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/93651437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/93651437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93651437' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-93650170</id><published>2003-05-02T09:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T09:02:21.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sleep.That is all I wanted for today.  For as I got to work, I will be there knowing that at the same time, she is here, removing the last of her possesions from our home.  It is too real, and too overwhelming.  I can not speak to her, I can not call, it is not fair to her.  I dial her number all the time, but do not hit send.  Some people I know tell me, "It will pass, don't be too hard on </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/93650170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/93650170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93650170' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-93599265</id><published>2003-05-01T10:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T11:08:59.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Nothing is impossible."Those words, spoken to me only yesterday.  If they have meaning or not, I can only hope.Life is so fleeting, and means so little until you find the one.  But in life's cruel twist of fate, you never realize he/she is the one until they are gone.  You can only try to repair what was broken, and hope they can understand how much they mean to you.A friend at work told me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/93599265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/93599265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93599265' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-93580474</id><published>2003-05-01T01:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T01:29:55.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today would have been 6 years and 32 daysOf course I need to stop obsessing over her.  Of course it is only destroying me.  Of course I need to move on.  Of course I can only pray to the fates to join us together once again.  Of course nothing can every make sense again.  Of course I really shouldn't be talking about stuff nearly this personal on here, but it's a form of therapy, and I can use </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/93580474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/93580474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_05_01_archive.html#93580474' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-93399548</id><published>2003-04-28T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T09:12:37.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am so blind."What about us?""There is no us."</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/93399548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/93399548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93399548' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-93375518</id><published>2003-04-27T22:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-28T09:59:31.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Only in your worst dreams..It's strangely reassuring how the weird freaky shit you only dream about in your nightmares, can and does happen to you.  When friendships mean so little, anarchy does indeed need to prevail.  The masks people wear are so thin, yet so hard to penetrate.  All I can say to my deepest love is, "How could you lie straight into my eyes?  Am I truely the demon you hate?  Do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/93375518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/93375518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93375518' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-93358532</id><published>2003-04-27T16:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T16:01:13.943-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Everything seems so clear now.Work, work, work and work.  I don't exactly keep up on many other cable companies, but I find it highly unlikely that they have nearly as many outages as Charter does.  This past Friday around 1:40ish pm there was a garage fire in Fond du Lac that melted a major fiber optic line, which of course fed tv and internet signal to most of Ripon, Fond du Lac and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/93358532'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/93358532'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#93358532' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-92967771</id><published>2003-04-21T00:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-21T00:44:33.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Does everything have to break?Well, apparently that stupid test is stuck on my blog, as it doesn't even exist for me to delete :(    **Update, posting on here took away the broken test! w00t!**My birthday has come and gone.  Went out with some friends and co-workers, had way too much to drink and had a great time.  FVbN was also this weekend, had an excellent time.  Didn't die, and didn't kill</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/92967771'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/92967771'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92967771' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3954586.post-92135903</id><published>2003-04-07T02:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T02:54:47.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Doesn't seem bad.Take the "Which FARK Cliche Are You" quiz!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/92135903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3954586/posts/default/92135903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://dusto.blogspot.com/2003_04_01_archive.html#92135903' title=''/><author><name>Dustin</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10279011563508297318</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://bp2.blogger.com/_uiG5i4otT88/SJF9PiBR69I/AAAAAAAAAAc/Gt4EfUe8vh4/S220/100_3220.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
