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  <title>A Lake of Fire and Brimstone</title>
  <subtitle>The Story of a Crazy man</subtitle>
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    <name>jay</name>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:regpinkerton:29167</id>
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    <title>regpinkerton @ 2006-12-13T03:11:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-13T08:11:22Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-13T08:11:22Z</updated>
    <content type="html">"There is no reality except the one contained within us. That is why so many&lt;br /&gt;people live such an unreal life. They take the images outside of them for reality&lt;br /&gt;and never allow the world within to assert itself."&lt;br /&gt;--- Herman Hesse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came across this quote today.  I find it funny that not many people realize that they are in fact the ones who create the reality that surrounds them.  They are the ones who build things based on what they expect.  I think reality is quite simple really, the brain constructs the world it wants to.  This is a simple rule that delegates what is “normal” and what is weird.  Take for example, People who suffer from a mental illness.  Why is it that we define these differences in perception with such a negative connotation?  Why can't we embrace these differences and the unique point of view they present to the individual who is “afflicted”?  It seems I'm straying off topic really.  The quote is not about the world that we build but rather I think its about the world that is truly around us.  I think Mr. Hesse is suggesting that the only way to truly live a “real” life is to let go of all of the biological checks that drive us to further society.  I find that, yes the ultimate goal of society is to find a way to best spend ones time on this mortal coil, but who is Mr. Hesse to say that these unreal lives are not good enough.  I think its completely viable to be able to live one's life in the constraints of society and have a perfectly happy life.  While I do wish to live in a world that is “real” and objective, I also believe that everyone must find their own way to this inner peace and happiness we all want.  I also find that the only way to truly live an objective lifestyle is to let everyone be and to embrace their flaws and imperfections.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:regpinkerton:28842</id>
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    <title>regpinkerton @ 2006-12-08T16:12:00</title>
    <published>2006-12-08T21:12:58Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-08T21:12:58Z</updated>
    <content type="html">some lyrics ive been working on... Not very strong ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;walking down by the river&lt;br /&gt;she was there on the rock siting &lt;br /&gt;waiting for me to say hello&lt;br /&gt;her eyes were bright suns &lt;br /&gt;eclipsed by a dieing moon&lt;br /&gt;I see her soul in those dark mirrors.&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see it all today&lt;br /&gt;I didn't see it yesterday&lt;br /&gt;hopefully one day the eyes will open and I will see the show.&lt;br /&gt;For this play is more than a story of friend and foe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We went out in the yard&lt;br /&gt;looking for work in the fields&lt;br /&gt;all we found were weeds&lt;br /&gt;covering the trees like the toupee&lt;br /&gt;of a man with a balding head&lt;br /&gt;they try to hide the truth of the scene&lt;br /&gt;we didn't see it all today&lt;br /&gt;we didn't see it yesterday&lt;br /&gt;hopefully in the future we will go and see the whole show&lt;br /&gt;For this play is more than a story of friend and foe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;out in the wide world&lt;br /&gt;she left me down and out.&lt;br /&gt;A tidal pool stranded ashore&lt;br /&gt;yearning for the great blue&lt;br /&gt;some day that tide will come in&lt;br /&gt;and sweep me back out to sea&lt;br /&gt;It cant be seen at all today&lt;br /&gt;It couldn't be seen yesterday&lt;br /&gt;we my never one day get to go to see the whole show&lt;br /&gt;but this life is more than a story of worry and woe</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:regpinkerton:28487</id>
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    <title>Alterations in lifestyles.</title>
    <published>2006-12-07T22:06:08Z</published>
    <updated>2006-12-07T22:06:08Z</updated>
    <content type="html">In a dour and moonless nighttime&lt;br /&gt;I sense I am helpless in these woods&lt;br /&gt;The trees are unusual in this place,&lt;br /&gt;They reflect my haunted emotional state&lt;br /&gt;A mirror for the subconscious psyche&lt;br /&gt;reflecting a person I scarcely remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We all seem to build these guises for our selves to prevent harm from befalling us. We all seem to play with all the bullshit bureaucracy in this world. So few people just live life with complete indifference for materials. So few people transcend society and become what it is to be described as a kindred spirit. So few people can be untouched by the dread that defines civilized society. Its quite simple to get caught up in the maelstrom and become so lost that life floats by you. Pull your head out of the sand and push free of the chains that bind you to your emotions. Detach your self from all of the fake nonsense that lives in this world of ours. Be free for that is the most efficient way to peruse your own destiny.</content>
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    <title>molten</title>
    <published>2006-11-16T07:42:26Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-16T07:42:26Z</updated>
    <content type="html">We don't just need better campaign strategies; we need campaign&lt;br /&gt;proctologists. And there is plenty of room for action and for principle&lt;br /&gt;in the Democratic platform.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your father's blood pressure was through the roof when he arrived, and&lt;br /&gt;he couldn't breathe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My job is our sole source of income.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or skimmed magazines.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Your father's blood pressure was through the roof when he arrived, and&lt;br /&gt;he couldn't breathe. But how does it work and what are the side-effects?&lt;br /&gt;We'll know what he wanted.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I haven't watched television or listened to the radio recently either.&lt;br /&gt;And yet, I found that the very thought of watching television left me .&lt;br /&gt;Yet, incredibly, I had experienced no symptoms at all before this&lt;br /&gt;happened. I couldn't hold a coffee cup. Frankly, he had all the signs of&lt;br /&gt;someone who was going to die. Would your readers like to offer&lt;br /&gt;suggestions?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Assume that you could be a victim. I can't remember the last time that I&lt;br /&gt;chatted with a colleague when one of us wasn't simultaneously monitoring&lt;br /&gt;a half dozen other electronic communications.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did ADT explain my own withdrawal, my own sense of having too many&lt;br /&gt;inputs, too much noise, and too little value attached to them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't know yet whether there's brain damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never felt soreness or tension in my wrists or my hands so I didn't&lt;br /&gt;worry. I figured that I had the problem licked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I might have have blamed my heavy workload if I could also have ignored&lt;br /&gt;one telling fact: that my office sits next door to an AMC cineplex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't remember the last time that I chatted with a colleague when one&lt;br /&gt;of us wasn't simultaneously monitoring a half dozen other electronic&lt;br /&gt;communications. The cost will be much cheaper than months of silent fury&lt;br /&gt;and pain and frustration. If Hallowell is right, then Bill Gates is&lt;br /&gt;wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We don't know yet whether there's brain damage.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:regpinkerton:27519</id>
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    <title>evangelist adultery</title>
    <published>2006-11-15T20:17:02Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-15T20:17:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Each amplifier is different in it's operation. How do go aboutgetting my&lt;br /&gt;amp to be repaired? Features a figuredbubinga top, DiMarzio IBZ pickups,&lt;br /&gt;tremolo, and more! Your best bet would be to have it checked by an&lt;br /&gt;Authorized ServiceCenter. Fuses blow for a reason and something may have&lt;br /&gt;shorted out. This is another problem that can be caused by a faulty&lt;br /&gt;cable orband instrument jack.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the same time, financial services firms find themselves struggling to&lt;br /&gt;attract new investors.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven'talready, now would be a good time to familiarize yourself&lt;br /&gt;with theWARRANTY that was included with your amp. I don't have much&lt;br /&gt;money,. Your best bet would be to have it checked by an Authorized&lt;br /&gt;ServiceCenter. Seasonal allergies are discussed, and a new treatment&lt;br /&gt;plan is proposed. This is another problem that can be caused by a faulty&lt;br /&gt;cable orband instrument jack. Enter the Musician's Friend Ricky Skaggs&lt;br /&gt;VIPSweepstakes for a chance to win a trip to see this acclaimed&lt;br /&gt;bluegrassand country artist perform at the legendary Ryman Auditorium&lt;br /&gt;inNashville, TN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My amplifier is losing volume. Does your pet need a.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If your amplifier should requireservice, you have two options: The first&lt;br /&gt;option is to take it to anAuthorized Service Center in your area. Fuses&lt;br /&gt;blow for a reason and something may have shorted out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If all cables and jacks are in proper working order andyou have&lt;br /&gt;confirmed that your rig is hooked up properly, you should havethe unit&lt;br /&gt;checked out by an Authorized Service Center. But very few will deny that&lt;br /&gt;a standout visual aspectenhances your performance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you are still not getting any power, you may have ablown fuse.&lt;br /&gt;Features a poplar burltop, DiMarzio IBZ pickups, tremolo system, and&lt;br /&gt;more! Should you be worried about convulsions? Features include a&lt;br /&gt;mahogany body, ACH humbuckers, ARXinlays, and more! The reality of&lt;br /&gt;working in both unstructured and structured environments applies not&lt;br /&gt;only to the data they work with but also to their daily processes and&lt;br /&gt;tasks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;com Veterinary Medicine GuideSite. maple neck, IBZ pickups, tremolo&lt;br /&gt;system, S Special inlay, andmore!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I decide tohave my amplifier repaired, do I have to pay for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But very few will deny that a standout visual aspectenhances your&lt;br /&gt;performance. Features include a mahogany body with quilted mapletop, ACH&lt;br /&gt;humbuckers, ARX DX inlays, and more!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The appearance and sound of these uniqueinstruments were designed for&lt;br /&gt;the player who is looking for acompletely new and different voice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maple neck, IBZ pickups, tremolo system, S Special inlay, andmore!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:regpinkerton:27156</id>
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    <title>Confusing Ideals.</title>
    <published>2006-11-14T21:50:12Z</published>
    <updated>2006-11-14T21:50:12Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I has been quite the prolonged period of time since I have written in this journal.  It has been a long time since I have composed anything but lyrics or poetry really.  I create a lot of poetry and lyrics.  Not that my songs are worthy of having lyrics put to them, but it keeps me engaged.  All I seem to do at any given time is study, play guitar, and fraternize with people I couldn't care less for.  Thats what life is at this point in time, an endless grind so that maybe one day I will be able to achieve my goals to travel the world and to put my music into reality.  Some people I know are already achieving things they what to.  Some people are doing everything that they desire.  I was thinking about some of the places I have been and some of the people who I have touched.  I look backward at the life I lived already and I am starting to see a larger representation of myself.  One that encompasses the present and the future me.  There are a lot of things that I was oblivious to, that are now becoming more transparent.  One thing in particular has been bothering me of late.  Some will think me paranoid; others will realize the truth in my thoughts.  I had a dream last eve that I punched him in the face.  I saw the glorious plan that she has made for her self.  One that I was very blind to.  One that I still am perplexed about.  The other day I met this individual by the name of Blyth.  She is an intriguing person.  About five months ago, she went to Thailand to be a model.  She was only supposed to be there for two months but ended up staying for five.  Her X-boyfriend, another friend of mine, broke up with her because he was let down by her extending her stay.  He felt that she would come home one day and be changed in such a way that she would act more like a typical model.  She came back a week ago to find her x-boyfriend with a new girlfriend.  Her X realized she hadn't changed at bit from how she used to be.  I feel sorry for both Blyth and Ryan.  Life plays some cruel tricks on us does it not?  People play a lot of games as well.  Maybe one day ill be content with who I am and where I am going.  Maybe one day ill be able to let my wall down to some one who will truly understand.  Maybe its too late...</content>
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    <title>regpinkerton @ 2006-08-11T23:14:00</title>
    <published>2006-08-12T03:32:38Z</published>
    <updated>2006-08-12T04:23:02Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I feel very fragmented at the moment.  My brain is a windowpane that was torn asunder by a F5 twister and hurtled into the heavens only to fall back to earth and shatter into a million pieces.  I wept like a little child, curled up in the fetal position, on my floor amungst the pieces of what once was a composed individual.  What went wrong? I asked the floor in a repeated and retorical fassion.  Fuck it...  Fuck it all.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:regpinkerton:26842</id>
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    <title>regpinkerton @ 2006-06-15T01:43:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-15T06:05:35Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-15T06:08:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Its quite disheartening to let go of something that has been a part of your life for some time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been comptemplating starting a revolution.  Maybe not a huge revolution, but rather one that will effect me and possibly the people around me.  The other day, I had a conversation with mark about the pronouns that are used to specify gender.  We talked about using the word "it" instead of "he/she" when talking about a person and how it would technically be correct to use said word in this way.  I mean, it is common place to say "it" when referring to an animal, so why cant we use this word when referring to a person?  Sure, initially, it will be more offensive to call some one an "it", but I feel that by eliminating gender from observatory speech, I can  rid my self of preconceived notions that come with gender.  I think that I am going to start to refer to people as "that person" or by their given name.  I feel that by using gender specific pronouns, we are setting a bad example for people.  I mean, is it not more offensive to refer to some one as a black man then just as a person.  It may be more discriptive to say that the person is infact black and a man, but I dont really know for sure if that person is infact a male or if he is of african american decent.  However, I do know that that person has brown hair, is tall, has a dark complexion or has a mustache.  Dont get me wrong, I am not writing off the use of the pronouns "he/she", I am merely changing my speech so that I do not use them unless they are absolutely necessary and important to the context of what I am talking about.</content>
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    <title>regpinkerton @ 2006-06-13T22:06:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-14T02:19:57Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-14T02:19:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">This evening, I decided to stay at home.  The idea of going out and getting a little buzzed again has defiantly lost its appeal.  Mark sent me a message Last night at 3 am telling me to post on Livejournal.  It was funny because I was in the process of going to sleep and was interrupted by a very bad ringer. I Played some guitar today, and hung out with emily for a while; it was good.  We went to the market, got some food, and then ate it at the river.  All the while, we argued about whether or not it would be good to raise a child on a commune.  I finished reading Siddhartha for the second time and realized that I didn't "really" read it the first time.  I can smell Yoni....   (hah).  Ive realized that my Icon on here has been tyler's distorted one for a long time.  Ive also realized that all of my entries are just a bunch of extraneous sentences strung together with no kind of fluidity.  Maybe, I should make an effort to create more coherent posts.</content>
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    <title>regpinkerton @ 2006-06-08T13:46:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-08T18:00:23Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-08T18:00:23Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So, I’m sitting in bed and the somewhat plastic smell of the DMT, which is not fully evaporated, is getting to me.  It’s a horrible smell but at least it doesn't make me sick like the ether.  I'm nursing a hangover at the moment and I feel quite foolish to not have downed enough water last night before bed. It is not the worst hangover I have experienced, but it contains all the symptoms: an empty feeling in your stomach, a feeling that your eyes are out of focus, and an achy head that doesn’t feel like a normal run of the mill headache.  This is a some-what pointless entry in that nothing has really happened today, not that anything ussually does, and because of the headache, I can not put down anything of real meaning.</content>
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    <title>regpinkerton @ 2006-06-07T15:29:00</title>
    <published>2006-06-07T19:37:45Z</published>
    <updated>2006-06-07T19:37:45Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Long time, Long time Indeed.  Fuck man.. Fuck it all. So, DmT... Awesome.  And drew carey is a horrible show, but i watch it anyways because hey... nothing better to do. Wish i had a book And a guitar cable or maybe some greens but i dont.  Its crazy man.  Im cutting back on cigarettes.  For some reason i smoked 15 yesterday.  It would be cool if they did something other than just reliving my need for another one but they dont. Went to bed at 9 last night.  Why you ask?  Why?   I was stressed and felt like sleeping.  I woke up at 11 today.  Thats 14 hours of sleep.  Crazy man crazy.</content>
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    <title>regpinkerton @ 2006-02-14T20:29:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-15T01:33:29Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-15T01:33:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Today, for some unknown reason, I watched the movie, Sister act 2: back in the habit.  I know what your thinking, Any movie where a fat black woman, namely Woopie Goldburg, transcends from being a vegas show dancer to teaching a bunch of old white nuns how to dance has got to be amazing.  But alas, it was not very good.  Not very good indeed.</content>
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    <title>Yay.!</title>
    <published>2006-02-10T20:33:04Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-10T20:33:04Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Frank Zappa "Punkie's Whips"</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Sometimes I wonder why I dont really write in here anymore.  Sometimes I dont.  Today is the latter.</content>
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    <title>regpinkerton @ 2006-02-07T13:44:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-07T18:46:54Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-07T18:46:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tyler was talking about a 5 bladed razor... well i recently came across this beauty while shoping for other razors at the store...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://blog.theburrowingowl.com/uploaded_images/mach14-775759.jpg" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>regpinkerton @ 2006-02-05T12:21:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-05T17:21:50Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-05T17:21:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">MAN!</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:regpinkerton:24622</id>
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    <title>regpinkerton @ 2006-02-02T15:16:00</title>
    <published>2006-02-02T20:47:14Z</published>
    <updated>2006-02-02T20:47:14Z</updated>
    <content type="html">TAGGED by Chris.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;List seven songs you are into right now. No matter what the genre, whether they have words, or even if they're any good, but they must be songs you're really enjoying now. Post these instructions in your LiveJournal along with your seven songs. Then tag seven other people to see what they're listening to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in no particular order:&lt;br /&gt;1. "Political World" -Bob Dylan, Oh Mercy&lt;br /&gt;2. "Stink Foot" -Frank Zappa, Apostrophe (')&lt;br /&gt;3. "Sharleena" - Frank Zappa, The Lost Episodes&lt;br /&gt;4. "Off the Top" - Bela Fleck, Little Worlds&lt;br /&gt;5. "(4.41am)Sexual Revolution" - Roger Waters, The Pros and Cons of Hitch Hiking.&lt;br /&gt;6. "G-Spot Tornado" - Frank Zappa, The Yellow Shark&lt;br /&gt;7. "Its My Own Fault (live)" Johnny Winter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tag...&lt;br /&gt;Anyone who reads this.</content>
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    <title>regpinkerton @ 2005-12-07T04:34:00</title>
    <published>2005-12-07T09:34:54Z</published>
    <updated>2005-12-07T09:34:54Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;table width="500" style="border:1px solid black; background-color:white; color:black;"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;img src="http://triggur.org/dearsanta/santa.gif"&gt;&lt;font size="6"&gt;Dear Santa...&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;b&gt;Dear Santa,&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;This year I've been busy!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;In May I put money in &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_silenceverythng' lj:user='silenceverythng' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://silenceverythng.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://silenceverythng.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;silenceverythng&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'s expired parking meter &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(14 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  Last Friday I punched &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_tehlettergreen' lj:user='tehlettergreen' style='white-space: nowrap; text-decoration: line-through;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://tehlettergreen.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://tehlettergreen.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;tehlettergreen&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; in the arm &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-10 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  Last Wednesday I gave &lt;span class='ljuser ljuser-name_deridin' lj:user='deridin' style='white-space: nowrap;'&gt;&lt;a href='http://deridin.livejournal.com/profile'&gt;&lt;img src='http://l-stat.livejournal.com/img/userinfo.gif' alt='[info]' width='17' height='17' style='vertical-align: bottom; border: 0; padding-right: 1px;' /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href='http://deridin.livejournal.com/'&gt;&lt;b&gt;deridin&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; a wet willie, then I took it back &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-5 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  Last Saturday I farted in an elevator &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-6 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  In November I ruled Duluth, Minnesota as a cruel and heartless dictator &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-700 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Overall, I've been &lt;b&gt;naughty&lt;/b&gt; &lt;font size="-3" color="gray"&gt;(-707 points)&lt;/font&gt;.  For Christmas I deserve &lt;b&gt;a spanking&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Sincerely,&lt;br&gt;regpinkerton&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;form action="http://triggur.org/dearsanta/"&gt;Write your letter to Santa!  Enter your LJ username:&lt;input type="text" name="uname" size="20"&gt;&lt;input type="submit" value="Write Santa!"&gt;&lt;/form&gt;</content>
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    <title>regpinkerton @ 2005-11-18T13:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-18T18:00:31Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-18T18:00:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;table style="border:1px solid black"&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;font size="3"&gt; You are a &lt;center&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Social Liberal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;font shmolor="#a8a8a8" size="3"&gt;(83% permissive)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;br&gt; and an... &lt;center&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;font size="4"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Economic Liberal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;font shmolor="#a8a8a8" size="3"&gt;(6% permissive)&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;/center&gt; &lt;br&gt; You are best described as a:&lt;br&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="+2"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;b&gt;Socialist&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/font&gt; &lt;/font&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;table name="thetable" background="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/politics/chart_political.gif" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="375" width="375"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="331"&gt; &lt;td width="293"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="81"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="43"&gt;&lt;td width="293"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top" width="81"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/politics_you.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;br&gt; &lt;table name="thetable" background="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/politics/chart_basic.jpg" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" height="375" width="375"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr height="331"&gt; &lt;td width="293"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td width="81"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr height="43"&gt;&lt;td width="293"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;td align="left" valign="top" width="81"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/graphics/politics_you.gif" border="0"&gt;&lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt; &lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;Link: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/politics"&gt;&lt;b&gt;The Politics Test&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  on &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ok Cupid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;Also: &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/oktest3"&gt;The OkCupid Dating Persona Test&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <title>regpinkerton @ 2005-11-18T02:11:00</title>
    <published>2005-11-18T07:26:15Z</published>
    <updated>2005-11-18T07:26:15Z</updated>
    <content type="html">My schedual sucks for next semster.  its going to be friggen hell on earth even though this semster i had 20 credits to deal with.  Next semster i have 18, though its really spred out.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Math 1322 (Calc 2) M 10-1130 w 830-10 t 530pm-7pm&lt;br /&gt;Chg 1120 (Intro to chem engineering.) M   1130-230 W 1130-1pm&lt;br /&gt;Chm 1320 (Organic Chem 1) T 10-1130, 1pm-230pm th 830-10, Lab:10-1pm&lt;br /&gt;Phy 1304 (Physics 2) M Lab:7pm-10pm  T  830-10 W 1030-1130  F 10 - 1130 &lt;br /&gt;Math 1341 (Linear Algebra) T 7pm-830pm th 7Pm-10pm &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This schedual, if you can visualize it... looks like hell on earth.  So remeber, if you think your next semster is going to suck, just look at mine.</content>
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    <title>regpinkerton @ 2005-10-06T02:10:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-06T06:14:27Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-06T06:14:27Z</updated>
    <content type="html">SHIT THE CRACK SMOKED ITS SELF, AND THE GIANT BABY ATE THE SHIT STAINED SOFA WITH A SIDE OF HEROINE STAINED SHRUNKEN HEADS.  THEN THE ALEX TRABECK CAME AND STARTED ASKING QUESTIONS ABOUT THE RAPISTS AND SHIT HIM SELF WITH SELF AMUSMENT OVER THE THOUGHT THAT THE RAPIST ACUTAL MEANS THERAPIST!.   Eat my retarted fecis you bitch.   heh&lt;br /&gt;tyler i know i copyed, but you know what?!?! I shit out fruit loops so teh benedryl will come a cure my cancer.   What say you mister meyogi?!?!?!</content>
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    <title>regpinkerton @ 2005-10-04T01:55:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-04T05:55:29Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-04T05:55:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">In the debate between liquid or blotter... Liquid wins.  That is all.</content>
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    <title>regpinkerton @ 2005-10-03T23:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-04T03:01:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-04T03:01:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">BUSH IS SUCH A FUCKING TOOL!!</content>
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    <title>regpinkerton @ 2005-10-01T11:54:00</title>
    <published>2005-10-01T16:02:33Z</published>
    <updated>2005-10-01T16:02:33Z</updated>
    <content type="html">so today, so far has been a shit feast.  I wake up to the sweet smells of deturgent. Thinking its just my clean clouths that i just washed the night prior, i fall back to sleep for 15 mins.  I get up at 915 to go and jump into the shower.  I come back and my floor is covered in a soapy substance.  I realize that my bottle of deturgent has spilt everywhere.  All of my clouths are covered in the shit.  So i dont have time to think i grab what i wore the night before and just leave for my test. I take the test.  and Realize that Problem #4 has a typo on it.  So i ask the instructer about this and he says no it doesnt.  its bullshit, because i know what im talking about.  The problem is ln(x)+ln(14-2x)=Ln(40)-ln(2)  The answer of course should be X=5 or x=2 but those arnt the choices on the test.   Fuck that.  Fuck it to hell.  So i leave and come back here.  I try to clean up the soap from my carpet, to no avail.  So i decied i must wash all of my clouthing again and just use a towel to try and soak up the shit on my floor.  I go down to the laundry room, throw it all in, then get into the elivator as some girl is laughing.  I dont think anything of it, but as im going up we stop and floor 1 and pick up about 20 passengers.  The lady says that they need to get up to floor 14, I my self have to get to floor 8.  So i have to wait, with 20 passengers in the fucking small ass elivator as we rise to 14, then i need to ride back down to 8.  the evlivator stops at 5 floors on the way up, then every floor possible on the way down.  Fuck that.  Im haveing a shitty day and it is barely 12 o'clock.</content>
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    <title>regpinkerton @ 2005-09-29T16:00:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-29T20:02:39Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-29T20:02:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So i signed up for this thing, i know what your thinking Pryamid sckeme right?  No actualy, They give away free ipods.  This dude in my dorm showed me his, that he got, and the billing statment.  I figure what can it hurt right?  All you have to do it try a free trail of something and then refer 5 friends and you get a free Ipod.   Its quite legit.  Heres the link.  &lt;a href="http://ipods.freepay.com/?r=20105713"&gt;http://ipods.freepay.com/?r=20105713&lt;/a&gt;</content>
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    <title>regpinkerton @ 2005-09-13T19:06:00</title>
    <published>2005-09-13T23:19:01Z</published>
    <updated>2005-09-13T23:19:01Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Frank Zappa, Pajama people.</lj:music>
    <content type="html">SO today was good.. Finally started doing C++ and vector mechanics... the two classes with which i was most excited for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;However i did find out that the hardest class i would be taking all year will most likely be Chemistry.  Its not that the subject its self is hard, but rather it would seem that this class is a "Textbook" class.  I dont blame the teacher, i mean she is teaching 400+ students in each class room, but still its hard to soak in shit if you have to sit down and read a boreing ass text book. oh well i can deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomarrow is my brothers birthday. It really bothers me that i cant go and see him.  It would have to be the first time since i was born that i wasnt at my brothers birth day.  One of those reality checks that im really 500 miles from my home, my friends, and my family.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well ive got loads and loads more homework to do.   will probibly be working for a while.  If you see me on AIM leave me one.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace be to all.</content>
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