<?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-7447907097968197148</id><updated>2011-07-31T02:48:46.134-07:00</updated><category term='the hangover'/><category term='the dark knight'/><category term='moving'/><category term='mcflurry'/><category term='apostles'/><category term='fly'/><category term='rorschach'/><category term='ed helms'/><category term='bible'/><category term='McDonald&apos;s'/><category term='jesus'/><category term='kevin smith'/><category term='house'/><category term='vicar street'/><category term='robot hand'/><category term='stoner'/><category term='coffee'/><category term='asshole'/><category term='stu'/><category term='dublin'/><category term='alan'/><category term='dave'/><category term='joker'/><title type='text'>Guy On The Web</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guyontheweb.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7447907097968197148/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guyontheweb.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Robert O Doherty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617757838362064782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/SscyhNO-STI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zrrFwDeme0c/S220/DSC_0181.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7447907097968197148.post-3981554320772865481</id><published>2009-12-11T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-11T01:28:30.197-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mcflurry'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='McDonald&apos;s'/><title type='text'>McFlurry</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/SyIONNlLSlI/AAAAAAAAACA/6sx6pruD4MI/s1600-h/mcflurry.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/SyIONNlLSlI/AAAAAAAAACA/6sx6pruD4MI/s400/mcflurry.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413905322199435858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;The other day, Dave, Brendan and I went to Tesco to grab some bits and pieces like 35cent razors. On the way out I demanded Ice-Cream like a spoilt child. We grabbed our McFlurry's at the Drive-Tru at McDonald's as Dave pretended to be American with his new hair color(blonde). We were on our way back to my house when a car overtook us speeding. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Here is the conversation as the car overtook us.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brendan&lt;/b&gt;:&lt;/span&gt; Jesus, he's going fast.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#006600;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; You could say he was in a....MCFLURRY!!! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Hahahahaha....Oh good times.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7447907097968197148-3981554320772865481?l=guyontheweb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guyontheweb.blogspot.com/feeds/3981554320772865481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guyontheweb.blogspot.com/2009/12/mcflurry.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7447907097968197148/posts/default/3981554320772865481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7447907097968197148/posts/default/3981554320772865481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guyontheweb.blogspot.com/2009/12/mcflurry.html' title='McFlurry'/><author><name>Robert O Doherty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617757838362064782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/SscyhNO-STI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zrrFwDeme0c/S220/DSC_0181.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/SyIONNlLSlI/AAAAAAAAACA/6sx6pruD4MI/s72-c/mcflurry.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7447907097968197148.post-5456987830487946215</id><published>2009-11-27T20:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-27T20:56:43.612-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the hangover'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ed helms'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stu'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dave'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='alan'/><title type='text'>I just got Hungover</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/SxCsZ7AoEQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AC045CgzrG8/s1600/Photo+344.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/SxCsZ7AoEQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AC045CgzrG8/s400/Photo+344.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5409012713808990466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Today my friend Dave appeared out of the shadows with a gift. I woke up late and I looked like a dirty street beggar. Dave didn't seem to mind as he handed me a large cardboard standee advertisement for The Hangover. This is a true gift and not even the all mighty Thor could do better. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I've propped the standee in my room. My room is tiny enough as it is, but I would gladly give room for this piece of gold.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Thank you Dave, your a true king.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"   style="  white-space: pre; font-family:Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;font-size:10px;"&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ojkUv4aWY_0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ojkUv4aWY_0&amp;amp;hl=en_US&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7447907097968197148-5456987830487946215?l=guyontheweb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guyontheweb.blogspot.com/feeds/5456987830487946215/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guyontheweb.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-just-got-hungover.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7447907097968197148/posts/default/5456987830487946215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7447907097968197148/posts/default/5456987830487946215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guyontheweb.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-just-got-hungover.html' title='I just got Hungover'/><author><name>Robert O Doherty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617757838362064782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/SscyhNO-STI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zrrFwDeme0c/S220/DSC_0181.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/SxCsZ7AoEQI/AAAAAAAAAB4/AC045CgzrG8/s72-c/Photo+344.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7447907097968197148.post-5696164133744029288</id><published>2009-10-26T22:57:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T23:10:15.307-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bible'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='jesus'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='stoner'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apostles'/><title type='text'>How Jesus really died</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/SuaL80a6sSI/AAAAAAAAABw/QUdJLipuLYg/s1600-h/Not_Waving_But_Drowning.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/SuaL80a6sSI/AAAAAAAAABw/QUdJLipuLYg/s400/Not_Waving_But_Drowning.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397155080430072098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;While Brendan was talking on the phone like a 16 year old teeny bopper, Ross and I talked about many things to pass the time till Brendan got off the phone. One thing we talked about went like this:&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Do you think Jesus was really a stoner and he just thought he did miracles? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ross:&lt;/b&gt; &lt;/span&gt;*laughs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Like he passed drugs around to the rest of the apostles and they thought they saw miracles but it was just them hallucinating. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ross:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'' Watch me walk on water''.  And they find Jesus at the end of the river.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Dead? That's how Jesus really died.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ross &amp;amp; I:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *laughing*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; And the apostles made up the bible so they wouldn't look like fools following Jesus around for months. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#6600CC;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ross &amp;amp; I:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; *Laughs*&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Brendan finally got off the phone and life resumed. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7447907097968197148-5696164133744029288?l=guyontheweb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guyontheweb.blogspot.com/feeds/5696164133744029288/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guyontheweb.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-jesus-really-died.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7447907097968197148/posts/default/5696164133744029288'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7447907097968197148/posts/default/5696164133744029288'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guyontheweb.blogspot.com/2009/10/how-jesus-really-died.html' title='How Jesus really died'/><author><name>Robert O Doherty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617757838362064782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/SscyhNO-STI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zrrFwDeme0c/S220/DSC_0181.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/SuaL80a6sSI/AAAAAAAAABw/QUdJLipuLYg/s72-c/Not_Waving_But_Drowning.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7447907097968197148.post-2659187388804663641</id><published>2009-10-18T19:27:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-18T19:55:13.934-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kevin smith'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='vicar street'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='dublin'/><title type='text'>Seeing my hero, Kevin Smith</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/StvPQ3P2L5I/AAAAAAAAABg/NPhNI2aq5p0/s1600-h/IMG_0814.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/StvPQ3P2L5I/AAAAAAAAABg/NPhNI2aq5p0/s400/IMG_0814.JPG" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5394132867321573266" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's not often you can say you've seen or met your hero. I didn't get to meet my hero, but as the picture shows, I was pretty close to him. Also, as you can see in the picture, I was close to asking my hero, Kevin Smith a question. I was right behind the next guy to ask a question.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smith held a Q &amp;amp; A in Vicar Street, Dublin on the 14th of Oct. I adventured with friends, Dave and Dan to attend the this evening of joy. On the Ticket Master site I click on section B, which the site showed as near the stage, but when I go to the concert hall, B, was actually the furthest back from the stage. I was a little bummed out at this. Fucking ticket master I was saying to myself. But a ray of hope opened up as I joined a line to ask Mr Smith a question. This brought me right up next to the stage for most of the show. Yes, I stood for the entire show, but honestly? I didn't care less. And yes, the show was 3 hours long, but ran an extra 30 minutes because Smith wanted to. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;While queuing, Jen(Smith's wife) walked passed me to talk to someone. It totally surprised me to see her. If you don't know, she was in Jay and Silent Bob as one of the Jewel thief's and she played Dante's fiance in Clerks 2. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So you might be wondering, how the hell didn't I get my question in, if I was queuing from the beginning of the show? Simple...Kevin Smith spends a large amount of time on each question. Even though I didn't get to get my question in, I respect the man for taking so much time out for each person. He doesn't rush people. There was three queue's all together and Smith spent from 10-20 mins answering and interacting with each person. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Smith said many times he would be coming back next year and this time I'll be ready with my question. He also commented on Twitter by saying this show was in his 5 top favourite shows of all time....Damn!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7447907097968197148-2659187388804663641?l=guyontheweb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guyontheweb.blogspot.com/feeds/2659187388804663641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guyontheweb.blogspot.com/2009/10/seeing-my-hero-kevin-smith.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7447907097968197148/posts/default/2659187388804663641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7447907097968197148/posts/default/2659187388804663641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guyontheweb.blogspot.com/2009/10/seeing-my-hero-kevin-smith.html' title='Seeing my hero, Kevin Smith'/><author><name>Robert O Doherty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617757838362064782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/SscyhNO-STI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zrrFwDeme0c/S220/DSC_0181.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/StvPQ3P2L5I/AAAAAAAAABg/NPhNI2aq5p0/s72-c/IMG_0814.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7447907097968197148.post-6021641902402123413</id><published>2009-10-11T08:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T08:25:20.785-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The prank that never was!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/StH0aMR6Z7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/tdAZs67acFM/s1600-h/funny_pictures_3963_1_.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/StH0aMR6Z7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/tdAZs67acFM/s400/funny_pictures_3963_1_.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5391358959749326770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It was my sisters birthday on Friday, but on Saturday we had a BBQ. Dave and Brendan came cover to share in the celebrations by eating some grub. Dave had some beer, while Brendan and I drank our fizzy drinks. I drank too much the night before, so alcohol was a no, no.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;After a while we all decided to go out, but first Brendan had to stop at a ATM to get some money out. Dave was in the back, while I was in the passengers seat. Dave decided to hop into the drivers seat. Brendan left his keys behind. Too much trust I say because Dave started the car. We wanted drive off to leave Brendan behind. It was a prank that was in motion, a mission, we were on a roll. I even rolled down the windows and turned the music up to add to the effect of the situation. But here is the conversation that led to our failed mission. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#3366FF;"&gt;Me:&lt;/span&gt; Why are you driving if you were drinking?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Dave:&lt;/span&gt; Oh shit yeah, I forgot.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;*Dave stops the car*&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The car stopped across from the ATM. Two men sat in the front as failures. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7447907097968197148-6021641902402123413?l=guyontheweb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guyontheweb.blogspot.com/feeds/6021641902402123413/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guyontheweb.blogspot.com/2009/10/prank-that-never-was.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7447907097968197148/posts/default/6021641902402123413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7447907097968197148/posts/default/6021641902402123413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guyontheweb.blogspot.com/2009/10/prank-that-never-was.html' title='The prank that never was!'/><author><name>Robert O Doherty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617757838362064782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/SscyhNO-STI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zrrFwDeme0c/S220/DSC_0181.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/StH0aMR6Z7I/AAAAAAAAABQ/tdAZs67acFM/s72-c/funny_pictures_3963_1_.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7447907097968197148.post-3227570651787868706</id><published>2009-10-05T11:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-05T12:17:43.779-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='coffee'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='fly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='asshole'/><title type='text'>Death before Discourtesy</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/SspB-JxmSgI/AAAAAAAAABI/rGK4wUXS1WU/s1600-h/asshole_bits.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 281px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/SspB-JxmSgI/AAAAAAAAABI/rGK4wUXS1WU/s400/asshole_bits.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389192440133863938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I'm the type of guy that treats everyone I meet as nice as possible. I could never be an ass to someone for no reason, that's not in my nature. If people are nice back to me, then it's smooth sailing. I never really get in fights or arguments with people because I guess I'm an easy going guy. Of course when someone acts like an ass to me or is ignorant on purpose, then I go into ''fuck you'' mode. It doe's take a lot to put me into that mode, so it's rare that someone would see me pissed off. But other than that, I cannot be rude to someone for no reason what so ever and if I was, I'd be guilty about it until the day I die.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Today I witnessed asshole business service after asshole business service. I feel like in the past few months people working behind the counter in this city just don't give a shit. No smiles, politeness, nothing. I don't expect someone to have huge black eyes, massive smiles and what not, but a thank you goes a long way for me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For example, today I got a fly in my coffee, I took it back and I didn't even get an apology for the inconvenience. Hell, not even enjoy this coffee, nothing. The lady just put the coffee down and walked away as if she just found out that she was being deported back to Poland. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Who wants walk into a store where the service is shitty? Not me. I just hope I don't have to go through another day of that again.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7447907097968197148-3227570651787868706?l=guyontheweb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guyontheweb.blogspot.com/feeds/3227570651787868706/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guyontheweb.blogspot.com/2009/10/death-before-discourtesy.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7447907097968197148/posts/default/3227570651787868706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7447907097968197148/posts/default/3227570651787868706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guyontheweb.blogspot.com/2009/10/death-before-discourtesy.html' title='Death before Discourtesy'/><author><name>Robert O Doherty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617757838362064782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/SscyhNO-STI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zrrFwDeme0c/S220/DSC_0181.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/SspB-JxmSgI/AAAAAAAAABI/rGK4wUXS1WU/s72-c/asshole_bits.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7447907097968197148.post-265149269427498640</id><published>2009-10-04T09:46:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-04T10:14:22.798-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='house'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='joker'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='the dark knight'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rorschach'/><title type='text'>Moving house and buying masks!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 336px; height: 339px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/SsjRkcWT5_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/AvBb0yYUyE0/s400/3_x_3_happy_house.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388787378164066290" /&gt;I've been living in the same house for 23 years now. I sometimes bitch and moan about it due to the lack of room. I hunger for more space. When I think or when I'm writing, I like to walk around. I don't know why I do this, but I don't like sitting still when I need to think. I can walk 3 steps in my room before I hit my head off the door or window. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;For past few months now my family have planned to move. I was somewhat excited, but at the same time pondered about packing all my stuff, then unpacking, then helping around the new house and finally getting our cats used to it. This does not amuse me.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The house that we've been keeping our eye on is decent. I got stuck with the smallest room of course. After 23 years of living in a shoe box, I get to move into a larger shoebox. The room is big enough for me to walk around in, so I guess I can't complain really. We found out today that this house has been sold, even though we told the builder and the company to hold it for us. Bastards. Now we're looking at a second place, which looks like shit...Well not shit, but it doesn't impress me in size from what I've seen on the net. We will be having a showing tomorrow, so let's hope the pictures are deceiving. Another thing that puts me off about this house is it's beside a construction site. New houses are meant to be built there, but due to the recession the site could be there for many years. Who wants to look at that when they step outside in the morning? Not me. Plus it's kinda far out.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next year I move to Dublin for college...Well I hope so, that's if I get into the course. This means I'll be moving AGAIN! I really don't want to live with random people. I like things clean and I know some motherfucker will be dirty or something.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 381px; height: 253px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/SsjV3zt_geI/AAAAAAAAABA/vDihKRAwBEo/s400/Picture+4.png" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388792108901433826" /&gt;Today I bought this Rorschach from &lt;a href="http://www.rorschachmask.com/"&gt;www.rorschachmask.com&lt;/a&gt;. Delivery will take 2-3 weeks. I'm kinda pushing it for Halloween. There will be two days of Halloween celebrations. First day I will be Rorschach and the second day I'll be a Joker thug from TDK. Brendan will also be a thug while my other friend Dave Lee will be The Joker. If none of these masks come in time, then I'm going to take a black bag and make a cape. I'll be a witch!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7447907097968197148-265149269427498640?l=guyontheweb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guyontheweb.blogspot.com/feeds/265149269427498640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guyontheweb.blogspot.com/2009/10/moving-house-and-buying-masks.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7447907097968197148/posts/default/265149269427498640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7447907097968197148/posts/default/265149269427498640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guyontheweb.blogspot.com/2009/10/moving-house-and-buying-masks.html' title='Moving house and buying masks!'/><author><name>Robert O Doherty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617757838362064782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/SscyhNO-STI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zrrFwDeme0c/S220/DSC_0181.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/SsjRkcWT5_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/AvBb0yYUyE0/s72-c/3_x_3_happy_house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7447907097968197148.post-3369641088696530505</id><published>2009-10-03T03:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-03T04:03:14.882-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='robot hand'/><title type='text'>The Robot Hand</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/SscrkJdXZhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W2FROd4xBYY/s1600-h/vid1016-78-browse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 310px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/SscrkJdXZhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W2FROd4xBYY/s400/vid1016-78-browse.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5388323379186460178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;I could begin my first post by introducing myself and the I'm aim going for with this blog. I'm not aiming for anything really. I just want a place where I can write about my day and various things that amuse me. To be honest, I've created this blog to amuse myself and I really don't think anyone will be reading this anyway. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;So my friend Brendan is gone to Cork(or CARK) to do his masters. He is doing some yabble babble thingy McCourse or something, but the interesting thing about this course is, he can do a project of sorts where he can pick from a list of things to build, like a turbine, engine,  boring stuff like that. One of the items he can build on this list is a robot hand, which I thought would be out of this world to make. Here is the conversation we had on the phone. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me: &lt;/b&gt;You should build the robot hand.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;Brendan:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt; No dude, that's boring.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; Think about it. If you can build a robot hand, then you can build a robot foot. If you can build a robot foot, you can build a robot torso and if you can do that, you can build a robot head. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brendan:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt; Why? So I can have a friend in Cork? You want me to build you? &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Me:&lt;/b&gt; No, but you could build a whole army of robots.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="color:#FF0000;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Brendan(laughing): &lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;No, dude.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I still think this idea of building a robot is a fantastic idea because two things can happen. 1.) Brendan creates a robot that is friendly like Johnny 5 or 2.) He builds a Terminator type robot that destroys all human life...Hmmm, maybe it's best he sticks to building his turbine. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7447907097968197148-3369641088696530505?l=guyontheweb.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://guyontheweb.blogspot.com/feeds/3369641088696530505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://guyontheweb.blogspot.com/2009/10/robot-hand.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7447907097968197148/posts/default/3369641088696530505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7447907097968197148/posts/default/3369641088696530505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://guyontheweb.blogspot.com/2009/10/robot-hand.html' title='The Robot Hand'/><author><name>Robert O Doherty</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06617757838362064782</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='21' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/SscyhNO-STI/AAAAAAAAAAY/zrrFwDeme0c/S220/DSC_0181.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_Kv-1CO4Wrbs/SscrkJdXZhI/AAAAAAAAAAM/W2FROd4xBYY/s72-c/vid1016-78-browse.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
