<?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-5513586</id><updated>2011-09-08T13:19:18.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WolfWorks</title><subtitle type='html'>Freedom of speech is wonderful - &lt;br&gt; right up there with the freedom not to listen. 

</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>132</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-111220968029079596</id><published>2005-03-30T11:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-30T11:08:00.290-08:00</updated><title type='text'>NEW HOME!</title><summary type='text'>Hey There, Well If you're wondering why this site hasn't been updated in ages... I haven't died. All is well. I've been kinda busy, but also switched my focus to Myspace.com instead. If you're not already part of the club, come and join us! Its better there!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/111220968029079596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=111220968029079596' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/111220968029079596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/111220968029079596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2005/03/new-home.html' title='NEW HOME!'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-110171788902695327</id><published>2004-11-29T01:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-29T00:44:49.026-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Long Due Update</title><summary type='text'>    Ok, so college life has kept me pretty busy, and I've been more keen to share my random thoughts through postings in my room or through conversations with the people I meet. (since obviously before this I was stuck in my hometown, hidden away from the world... or something like that).    Today I got back from the Thanksgiving weekend and put my sheets back on my bed and got a long inhale of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/110171788902695327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=110171788902695327' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/110171788902695327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/110171788902695327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/11/long-due-update.html' title='Long Due Update'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-109773808509241171</id><published>2004-10-14T01:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T00:18:20.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Room Log 12:00</title><summary type='text'>The air smelt strange this morning.The Sean slept as usual, no disturbance to be noted. After his morning ritual he verbalized harsh sounding tones to the inhabitants across the hall. His light-machine lit up their room, they were upset and reiterated his harsh tones.Midnight- The Sean traversed to the washing center (a diurnal process). Seeking revenge or for enjoyment the creatures across the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/109773808509241171/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=109773808509241171' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109773808509241171'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109773808509241171'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/10/room-log-1200.html' title='Room Log 12:00'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-109773753017816333</id><published>2004-10-13T05:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T00:19:01.613-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Room Log Whenever</title><summary type='text'>It's been a few days since my last post, I am currently developing a tri-graphical data structure involving perpendicular matrixes that will explain and map the lifecycle of the Sean. So far I have a micro-version consisting of one day.Due to the non-routine nature of his day, I have arbitrarily chosen the "day" to start at 10:00AM, this however is insignificant because the pattern itself is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/109773753017816333/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=109773753017816333' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109773753017816333'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109773753017816333'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/10/room-log-whenever.html' title='Room Log Whenever'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-109769087825440492</id><published>2004-10-11T11:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T00:06:03.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'> Letter From A Concerned Senior Citizen </title><summary type='text'>To Whom It May Concern, I am a senior citizen. During the Clinton Administration I had an extremely good and well paying job. I took numerous vacations and had several vacations homes.Since President Bush took office, I have watched my entire life change for the worse: I lost my job. I lost my two sons in that terrible Iraqi War.I lost my home.I lost my health insurance.As a matter of fact, I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/109769087825440492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=109769087825440492' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109769087825440492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109769087825440492'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/10/letter-from-concerned-senior-citizen.html' title=' Letter From A Concerned Senior Citizen '/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-109704131483197209</id><published>2004-10-05T22:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T22:41:54.830-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Room Log !@#</title><summary type='text'>After much note taking and long hours of diliberation, I've sorted out which wrinkled papers full of observation I would use in my "cliff notes to Sean" publication.Here is my basic outline:1. Always say "hi" with a smile, even if it's cheezy.2. Don't disturb his sleep- keep the cheezy smile.3. Learn the sleep and wake patterns of the sean and tattoo them to the palm of your hand or your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/109704131483197209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=109704131483197209' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109704131483197209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109704131483197209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/10/room-log.html' title='Room Log !@#'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-109626182815075543</id><published>2004-09-26T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T22:10:28.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RoomLog 026X</title><summary type='text'>Entry 026X- The subject has a unique ability to listen to a consistent loop of musical mayhem. It appears to be his favorite song titled "Big Machine" by the Goo Goo Dolls. It is likely that his audial organs have declined to a state that loud sounds and the constant loud 5.1 speaker system no longer annoy his psyche. Today he slept for a total of 12.75 hours yet his manner remains groggy. He has</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/109626182815075543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=109626182815075543' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109626182815075543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109626182815075543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/09/roomlog-026x.html' title='RoomLog 026X'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-109617961915720772</id><published>2004-09-24T21:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T22:11:54.946-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Room Log 024L</title><summary type='text'>Entry 024L- I have learned to communicate with my roommate. This has proven great strides in establishing a relationship and basis for understanding. Although much of his language consists of grunts and hisses it appears he appreciates my company and does not show signs of shyness or reluctance to be observed. It has been 5 weeks since he first came to occupy this room, little has changed. His </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/109617961915720772/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=109617961915720772' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109617961915720772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109617961915720772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/09/room-log-024l.html' title='Room Log 024L'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-109617917474228244</id><published>2004-09-22T20:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T23:12:54.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RoomLog 022K- Wednesday</title><summary type='text'>Entry 022k-During the past month I have infiltrated a rather Unknown population of creatures that migrate from various locations and the most diverse distances to a site with crude structures built of a hardened clay substance. These symbionts randomly divide themselves into pairs (oddly- they divide into gender groups as well). The male and female species occupy opposite ends of their communal </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/109617917474228244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=109617917474228244' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109617917474228244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109617917474228244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/09/roomlog-022k-wednesday.html' title='RoomLog 022K- Wednesday'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-109617851888155943</id><published>2004-09-20T06:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-26T22:12:18.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Change Of Pace</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I'm sure ya'll have been trying out the "how to's" but I keep getting requests to talk about or write about my roommate. Since this is taking place at an educational institution it is only fitting that one should report his/her findings in a scientific fashion. Thus, the Name of my roommate will remain confidential and never be listed on this report (Plus Sean hasn't given me consent to do </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/109617851888155943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=109617851888155943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109617851888155943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109617851888155943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/09/change-of-pace.html' title='Change Of Pace'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-109471213455417078</id><published>2004-09-08T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-08T23:42:14.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Get Into The Movies</title><summary type='text'>I don't know about you, but who can afford to pay near $10.00 just to see an audio file and motion picture projected to lifesize? I mean, just stop going to the movie theaters 500 times and you could easily pay for your own projector, popcorn machine and squeaky theater seats! who knows, you might even be able to charge your friends so you have the "authentic" interruptions and shadow puppets. Of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/109471213455417078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=109471213455417078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109471213455417078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109471213455417078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/09/how-to-get-into-movies.html' title='How To Get Into The Movies'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-109389306840058166</id><published>2004-08-30T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-30T12:11:08.400-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Be A Bully At The Beach</title><summary type='text'>This may be helpful for those of you who frequent the coastal zones.A: Locate freshly built sandcastles (especially those strategically located above the damage range of the tide). Upon finding the castle or sculpture, throw a Frisbee in the general direction then try to catch it yourself and "fall" on the art form.B: Play Coast Cop and confiscate all beachballs, frisbees, nerf toys, and sand </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/109389306840058166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=109389306840058166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109389306840058166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109389306840058166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/08/how-to-be-bully-at-beach.html' title='How To Be A Bully At The Beach'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-109384073277367470</id><published>2004-08-29T21:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T21:38:52.773-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College</title><summary type='text'>Hey Yall     Well I finally got to school, and the past few days I've been meeting just about everyone in my dorm and plenty from others. Anyways, sorry about the long delay in blogging- hope all readers are not lost. My roommate is named Sean and yeah.... lol, write back and let me know what I should post about school.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/109384073277367470/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=109384073277367470' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109384073277367470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109384073277367470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/08/college.html' title='College'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-109288916648534668</id><published>2004-08-18T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-18T21:19:26.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Run A 4-Minute Mile</title><summary type='text'>In the spirit of the olympics, here are some "Simple Tips" to becoming the worlds fastest human.Tip A204- Factor the wind, caculate the top velocity of the runner next to you, and invest in ACME rocket shoes.Tip A394- Elmers glue placed on starting blocks one half hour before your meet should work when the rival's hot shoes meld with rubber track.Tip B52- Fill your shorts with helium (they'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/109288916648534668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=109288916648534668' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109288916648534668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109288916648534668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/08/how-to-run-4-minute-mile.html' title='How To Run A 4-Minute Mile'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-109207324596270211</id><published>2004-08-09T10:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T10:40:45.963-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Get Rid Of An Unwanted Guest</title><summary type='text'>Everyone has those annoying unwanted guests who wake them up early in the morning with a "surprise visit" to their house. Here's some advice if you struggle with these kinds of relationships:#1. Begin spring cleaning (no matter what season it is)... Most guests will opt out on the cleaning, and be repulsed by the dust and disorganization that they may leave.#2. You can fake a phone call that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/109207324596270211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=109207324596270211' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109207324596270211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109207324596270211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/08/how-to-get-rid-of-unwanted-guest.html' title='How To Get Rid Of An Unwanted Guest'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-109180863507510917</id><published>2004-08-06T09:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T09:10:35.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Get A New Trend</title><summary type='text'>Ok, Well I guess this site is listed on the "do not read" list or something! lol, either that or ya'll have given up on reading it just because I was absent for 3 weeks...  Or perhaps because it's summer you're like "I'll make the excuse that it's summer... Yeah, I haven't used that one before!"  Anyways, Hope everyone is still alive and well, and perhaps you all went on vacation this week so </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/109180863507510917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=109180863507510917' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109180863507510917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109180863507510917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/08/get-new-trend.html' title='Get A New Trend'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-109166845611508391</id><published>2004-08-04T18:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T18:14:16.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Shoot Par Golf</title><summary type='text'>Besides being an extremely boring sport to watch on T.V. Golf is an extremely difficult sport to win championships or to be as good as Tiger Woods. To Improve your game follow the simple steps: A: Never Tee off with an Iron... Forget using clubs, use a baseball bat for driving and pool cues for the green.  B: Put Nitro on your golf cart so you can beat everyone else to your ball's location, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/109166845611508391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=109166845611508391' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109166845611508391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109166845611508391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/08/how-to-shoot-par-golf.html' title='How To Shoot Par Golf'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-109158012510803124</id><published>2004-08-03T17:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T17:42:05.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Have a Hi-Fi system</title><summary type='text'>Today's music industry and their products demand everyone own a hi-fi sound system... However if you can't afford the expensive silver coated amp and speakers- Help has arrived. First, Go to your nearest SPCA and either buy a dog, or "rescue" one during the night. This will be your "woofer". Obviously the larger the canine, the better bass lows and drop-offs. Second, sneak into your neighbor's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/109158012510803124/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=109158012510803124' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109158012510803124'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109158012510803124'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/08/how-to-have-hi-fi-system.html' title='How to Have a Hi-Fi system'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-109150792878570219</id><published>2004-08-02T21:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T21:38:48.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Sell Vacuum Cleaners</title><summary type='text'>Ok, EVERYONE NEEDS a vacuum cleaner- even if you happen to be one of those tribal warriors from Kenya. Dirt needs cleaning every once in a while.Step #1: Approach Victims Door and knock on the door with a quick 3 tap knuckle rasp.Step #2: Begin by stating your name, the company you're pretending to work for, and then explain why the patient listener needs your product. (i.e. "You're house is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/109150792878570219/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=109150792878570219' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109150792878570219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109150792878570219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/08/how-to-sell-vacuum-cleaners.html' title='How To Sell Vacuum Cleaners'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-109106087886246459</id><published>2004-07-28T17:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-28T17:27:58.863-07:00</updated><title type='text'>WolfWorks</title><summary type='text'>Cheerio Lads and Lassies, Well I'm back from one of the coolest trips ever... and it wasn't even as cold of weather as I thought, I pretty much wore shorts every day except for a few when I thought it might be chilly. Scotland was definantly the coolest place to be, but england and ireland both rock as well. I tried to bring back pictures of guys and all.... but the camera never worked when I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/109106087886246459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=109106087886246459' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109106087886246459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/109106087886246459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/07/wolfworks.html' title='WolfWorks'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108932316809706608</id><published>2004-07-08T14:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-08T14:46:08.096-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Strange Celebrities</title><summary type='text'>Aiight folks, I'm heading "across the pond" to visit my relatives in Scotland, and do some touring around Great Britain. I'll be keeping my eye out for any hott or studly lookin' Irish and Scottish lads for those of your ladies who requested I waste my time on such things. I probably wont be posting until I get back which is on the 27th.... So if you get bored and stop checking the page, check </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108932316809706608/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108932316809706608' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108932316809706608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108932316809706608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/07/strange-celebrities.html' title='Strange Celebrities'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108883159948495036</id><published>2004-07-02T22:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T22:14:11.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>SPEEDO</title><summary type='text'>First of all, I do not endorse the SPEEDO company or their products over that of any other swimwear. Secondly, old men in speedos... yeah, yuck! Thirdly, Speedos are not to be worn in public places or even outdoors unless immediately before or following a swimming event. Fourthly, Speedos are the difference between swimming with a shirt on and with one off... thus the only reason I think they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108883159948495036/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108883159948495036' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108883159948495036'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108883159948495036'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/07/speedo.html' title='SPEEDO'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108818298318949793</id><published>2004-06-25T10:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-25T10:03:03.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Envy In Pool Rules Part II</title><summary type='text'>Ofcourse we have more than 5 rules, because we need to keep ourselves busy. If all the patrons knew all the rules and followed them we'd have nothing to do for hours on end.#6- Listen to the Lifeguards: We have the power and we're not afraid to use our whistles.#7- No Eating in the Pool: Because We're Hungry and we have to watch you, don't be cruel.#8- No Swearing: Simply put because the word</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108818298318949793/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108818298318949793' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108818298318949793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108818298318949793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/06/envy-in-pool-rules-part-ii.html' title='Envy In Pool Rules Part II'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108810626823503904</id><published>2004-06-24T12:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T12:44:28.236-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Envy In Pool Rules Part I</title><summary type='text'>Everyone thinks Lifeguards and Pool Rules are there for the patron's own good... think again. After spending hours on guard contemplating the real reasons we do what we do, I've come up with our list of Pool Rules and the REAL reasons why we have them.#1, No Running: Its obvious, we want you to stay in our facility as long as possible.#2, No Rough-Housing: That right is reserved for Water Polo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108810626823503904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108810626823503904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108810626823503904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108810626823503904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/06/envy-in-pool-rules-part-i.html' title='Envy In Pool Rules Part I'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108800763549625834</id><published>2004-06-22T23:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-23T09:20:35.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GIANTS NEVER DIE</title><summary type='text'>Update: Giants battled their way back into first place. (sooner than I had expected). Which means they might (if all goes right) have a chance at winning the playoffs... It's all still a few months away, so we'll keep with the hope! But I thought I'd just post this for all the Giants Haters out there who tried to convince me when they were battling for 5th place that there was no hope of them </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108800763549625834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108800763549625834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108800763549625834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108800763549625834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/06/giants-never-die.html' title='GIANTS NEVER DIE'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108786993835704117</id><published>2004-06-21T19:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-21T19:05:38.356-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dont Say That!</title><summary type='text'>Things Lifeguards Shouldn't say during swim lessons:#1. "Alright Bobby, good drowning- keep your tummy up... good job!"       #2. "Burr, this water is cold.... Ok kids! jump in!!!"#3. "Ok, swim to me... keep coming- hold on- I dropped something!"#4. "Hold your breath, we'll go down together!" </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108786993835704117/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108786993835704117' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108786993835704117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108786993835704117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/06/dont-say-that.html' title='Dont Say That!'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108778373430495444</id><published>2004-06-20T19:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-20T19:08:54.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tough Decisions:</title><summary type='text'>Which is better:Chicken McNuggets or Chicken Fingers? (do they really have either?)Corn Dogs or TaterTots? (why does our food sound disgusting if we read the words carefully?)Peanutbutter Sandwich with Grape Jelly or Strawberry Jam?(careful, this one is emotionally significant to me- be kind to my heart)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108778373430495444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108778373430495444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108778373430495444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108778373430495444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/06/tough-decisions.html' title='Tough Decisions:'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108758336012032074</id><published>2004-06-18T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-18T11:29:20.120-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Blog?</title><summary type='text'>I hate Blogs and the people who write them,I hate hypocrites,I also hate Irony.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108758336012032074/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108758336012032074' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108758336012032074'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108758336012032074'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/06/blog.html' title='Blog?'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108726240407819889</id><published>2004-06-14T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T18:34:47.166-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Questions:</title><summary type='text'>Why is the Wedding Ring on the Third finger on the Left Hand? What difference does it make?Who in the world was the first to think of Kissing someone? like, who would think "hey I eat with my mouth, let me kiss some germy face and it would be a good thing!"?!?Who came up with the Millenium Bug theory? Where is he today?*For anyone that reads this site... You dont even have to answer a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108726240407819889/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108726240407819889' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108726240407819889'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108726240407819889'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/06/questions.html' title='Questions:'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108683159438457991</id><published>2004-06-09T18:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-09T18:41:45.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Black Widows</title><summary type='text'>Aiight, another issue that's been bugging me. What's the deal with Black Widows (I mean besides being freakingly deadly spiders)?!?! Like, who was the sympathetic moro that named them "widows" and not "murderers"? I've struggled with this problem. Part of me wants to be sympathetic and helpful towards the Black widow because she is "widowed". Then part of me watches the Discovery Channel and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108683159438457991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108683159438457991' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108683159438457991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108683159438457991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/06/black-widows.html' title='Black Widows'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108675693826929723</id><published>2004-06-08T21:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T21:55:38.270-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Organic Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>Ok, So who thought of the word Organic to describe food?... Yeah my point exactly. Obviously the character lacked skills in the marketing industry (thus the reason why his products haven't been accepted by the main stream). Secondly, When I think Organic, I think 'Organ system'... They don't call sausages or haggis "organic food" but if anything it's as close as one could get. Next, what exactly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108675693826929723/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108675693826929723' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108675693826929723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108675693826929723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/06/organic-thoughts.html' title='Organic Thoughts'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108645617414822263</id><published>2004-06-05T10:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T10:29:48.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Walking The Plank</title><summary type='text'>Ok, So I didn't really fail a test... I ended up doing really good on it. Actually yesterday was my graduation ceremony thing at Hartnell (I had to share it with 435 other people) but it was cool none-the-less... I was embarassed when I had the one of the loudest cheers when my name was announced (I guess that's what happens when you know a lot of people)- and then when they announced my honors I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108645617414822263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108645617414822263' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108645617414822263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108645617414822263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/06/walking-plank.html' title='Walking The Plank'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108645585029819339</id><published>2004-06-04T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T10:18:09.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Birds and Things</title><summary type='text'>You know why birds don't write their memoirs? Because birds don't lead epic lives, that's why! Who'd want to read what a bird does? Nobody!  I flunked a test the other day, but I don't mind. It's all about priorities, and a man's gotta make room for what he cares about. These days are precious and I'd rather spend them planning to make my life epic (like "P.C. gamer extraordinaire") rather than </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108645585029819339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108645585029819339' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108645585029819339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108645585029819339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/06/birds-and-things.html' title='Birds and Things'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108630365530444652</id><published>2004-06-03T16:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-03T16:00:55.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cha Cha</title><summary type='text'>Aiight, Tomarrow is my last final/graduation from JC so after then I should have plenty of time to write. I've been kickin' it easy on some finals and did alright (others I am skeptical of) so yeah... hopefully I didn't screw up my gpa by being lazy.    In the Meantime, I'd like to point out that this is an important Month in my blog's history. Yes... It's been nearly a year since I've started </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108630365530444652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108630365530444652' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108630365530444652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108630365530444652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/06/cha-cha.html' title='Cha Cha'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108598050141006880</id><published>2004-05-30T22:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-30T22:21:44.756-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pick Up Window</title><summary type='text'>Well, we all think that girls dont like pick up lines, but I've just spent the past few minutes writing down some that might change their mind... maybe.1. There's just one thing your eyes haven't told me yet....your name. 2. Hello. Cupid called. He says to tell you that he needs my heart back.3. It's not my fault I fell in love. You are the one that tripped me. 4. Excuse me, I just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108598050141006880/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108598050141006880' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108598050141006880'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108598050141006880'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/05/pick-up-window.html' title='Pick Up Window'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108580977774410479</id><published>2004-05-28T22:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-28T22:49:37.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peanut-Butter Kisses </title><summary type='text'>     18 oz creamy peanut butter   1 1/4 c  granulated sugar       2 ea large eggs       9 oz milk-chocolate kisses   Heat oven to 350.Have cookie sheets ready. With a wooden spoon stir peanut butter, sugar and eggs in a medium-size bowl until thoroughly blended. (Dough will be slightly sticky)With floured hands roll level measuring tablespoons full into 1 1/4 inch balls. Place 1 1/2 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108580977774410479/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108580977774410479' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108580977774410479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108580977774410479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/05/peanut-butter-kisses.html' title='Peanut-Butter Kisses '/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108562369785696345</id><published>2004-05-26T19:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T19:08:17.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dating 1B</title><summary type='text'>Aiight, last post on dating for a while... I can't risk giving the impression that I'm a dating fanatic. In fact, I haven't dated... what authority do I have to give advice you say? None- but trust me, if you use my advice you'll have dates that you'll never forget!#1. It's ok to be a little late, your date wont be ready anyways (especially if it's a make-up saleswoman)#2. Forget giving dying </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108562369785696345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108562369785696345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108562369785696345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108562369785696345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/05/dating-1b.html' title='Dating 1B'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108551939599584220</id><published>2004-05-25T14:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-25T14:09:55.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do's &amp; Don'ts of Dating</title><summary type='text'>Installment Numero Uno,Don'ts#5- Don't Chew Bubble Gum While Kissing.#4- Don't brag about the mono-speaker fuzzing out in your car.#3- Don't try to walk up stairs holding hands.#2- Don't Go to a spaghetti restaurant in nice clothes (unless they are red)#1- Don't avoid answering a question you asked in the first place. Or perhaps that should be "don't ask questions- silence is a virtue." (I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108551939599584220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108551939599584220' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108551939599584220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108551939599584220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/05/dos-donts-of-dating.html' title='Do&apos;s &amp; Don&apos;ts of Dating'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108526128959541233</id><published>2004-05-22T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-22T14:28:09.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Invention #063</title><summary type='text'>Do your pet goldfish ever get smelly? Do their scales lack luster? This is the invention for you.The FISH WASH- The Fish Wash contains a fresh water source and an air purification system for your denizens of the deep and is sealed against accidental germ infiltration.  Its  transparent design permits viewing of the aquarium by the pet owner. The mechanics are simple, place your fish inside the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108526128959541233/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108526128959541233' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108526128959541233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108526128959541233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/05/invention-063.html' title='Invention #063'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108502024625074300</id><published>2004-05-19T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-19T19:30:46.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cow Pies</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever wondered why girls get offended if you call them a cow? Perhaps not, but I'm sure you've gotten slapped if you called a girl a cow. I don't understand why its a derogatory word. #1, cows are cool, they are essential to our fast-food diet &amp; they make 90% of the milk we consume... Basically w/o cows we'd be skinny bones strung together by a thin shellac of skin.#2, when I say the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108502024625074300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108502024625074300' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108502024625074300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108502024625074300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/05/cow-pies.html' title='Cow Pies'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108482856809156247</id><published>2004-05-17T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-17T14:16:08.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Invention #104</title><summary type='text'>I have this great invention that'll make me rich!!!here's the deal, people in love spend tons of money on their girlfriend or boyfriend... so I'm going to market my invention so they spend money on THEMSELVES! I'm not sure how it's going to work yet, but that's a small issue. Basically I'm going to invent some sort of canister that holds the scent of their lover for a year or more (I'm not sure </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108482856809156247/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108482856809156247' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108482856809156247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108482856809156247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/05/invention-104.html' title='Invention #104'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108458015189845676</id><published>2004-05-14T17:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T17:15:51.896-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How To #2</title><summary type='text'>Ok, This is for all ya ladies out there- the secret will be revealed on what signs to look for to see if a guy likes you. Age: Tip:Youths between 5-10- You have coodies, they will stay away.Jr High- Silence, avoidance or consistent teasingHighschool- Silence or crudenessCollege- Silence or giftsAdulthood- Silence or dinnerSeniors- They will blame their silence on their dentures.*good luck</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108458015189845676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108458015189845676' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108458015189845676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108458015189845676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/05/how-to-2.html' title='How To #2'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108446202457276773</id><published>2004-05-13T08:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-13T08:27:04.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Tell if A Girl likes You</title><summary type='text'>Today is the first installment of "how to tell". Tomorrows will benefit the female population... So tune in.*find you're stage in life and then look for the warning sign.  Age:                                  Tip:Youths between 5-10-   You have coodies, they will stay away.Jr High-                       They will punch, pinch, and cause Physical harm to show their love.Highschool-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108446202457276773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108446202457276773' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108446202457276773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108446202457276773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/05/how-to-tell-if-girl-likes-you.html' title='How To Tell if A Girl likes You'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108439590072749186</id><published>2004-05-12T14:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-12T14:05:00.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1,000 Things that Bug Me</title><summary type='text'>1. Dried ketchup on the bottle rim2. Pickle juice in my ear3. Toast crumbs in the butter4. Moldy Yogurt5. Worms on the sidewalk6. Small spiders with big eyes7. Making a hand gesture for quotation marks8. Tripping in front of really hott girls9. Excessively negative and sarcastic people10. Writing long lists of things that bug me</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108439590072749186/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108439590072749186' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108439590072749186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108439590072749186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/05/1000-things-that-bug-me.html' title='1,000 Things that Bug Me'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108432551535284097</id><published>2004-05-11T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-11T18:31:55.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Goldfish Rescue 101</title><summary type='text'>How To save a drowning fish:Step one- Remove from sink,bucket,aquarium or any container containing water.Step two- Check for vital signs (if the fish is squirming it needs CPR)Step three- apply scotch tape to hold drowing victim in place, procede with cpr * remember to use anti-pathogenic materials.Step four- repeat step three until progress is made or medical professionals arrive.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108432551535284097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108432551535284097' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108432551535284097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108432551535284097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/05/goldfish-rescue-101.html' title='Goldfish Rescue 101'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108422251890798313</id><published>2004-05-10T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T13:55:18.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'>4 simple steps to popularity.</title><summary type='text'>Below is a nationally accepted, personally acclaimed and neteromerically useful guide to popularity (especially useful in replacement of your cheesy pick-up lines.) *not endorsed by the agency for public health and emotional satisfaction or the D.U.M.B.O. foundation (district union for mental baggage and outcasts)#1. Be Cool, don't be yourself.... no one wants to like someone average, you gotta </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108422251890798313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108422251890798313' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108422251890798313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108422251890798313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/05/4-simple-steps-to-popularity.html' title='4 simple steps to popularity.'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108413894392769679</id><published>2004-05-09T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-09T14:45:40.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Mothers Day</title><summary type='text'>Happy mothers day to all you mothers out there! (even those of you who are like blair and carla... I feel sorry for your bio-kids.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108413894392769679/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108413894392769679' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108413894392769679'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108413894392769679'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/05/happy-mothers-day.html' title='Happy Mothers Day'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108387343095746281</id><published>2004-05-06T12:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-06T13:00:25.623-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How to Save the World In 5 Simple Steps</title><summary type='text'>This is not an exhaustive list of ways to save the world from "total world domination" maniacs... but just in case you run into one, here's my advice: #1. Don't talk to strangers and don't let them talk to you. (and please don't give the "homeless" money!)#2. If someone is walking with a limp- kick their leg to make sure they aren't hiding any weapons.#3. If you hear an evil plan, don't call </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108387343095746281/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108387343095746281' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108387343095746281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108387343095746281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/05/how-to-save-world-in-5-simple-steps.html' title='How to Save the World In 5 Simple Steps'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108382156982938092</id><published>2004-05-05T22:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T22:36:02.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth Behind Cinco de Mayo</title><summary type='text'>Most people don't know that back in 1912, Hellmann's mayonnaise was Manufactured in England. In fact, the Titanic was carrying 12,000 jars of the condiment scheduled for delivery in Vera Cruz, Mexico, which was to be the next port of call for the great ship after its stop in New York.  This would have been the largest single shipment of mayonnaise ever delivered to Mexico. But as we know the ship</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108382156982938092/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108382156982938092' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108382156982938092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108382156982938092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/05/truth-behind-cinco-de-mayo.html' title='The Truth Behind Cinco de Mayo'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108378884340342571</id><published>2004-05-05T13:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T13:30:35.576-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sphere of School</title><summary type='text'>Sorry for anyone (like the faithful Laura) who keeps up on the reading... Basically the last two weeks of school have ruled my life, not to mention an increase in hours at work due to minimum days for the kids and whatnot. So yeah, I've been staying up until the wee hours of the mornin' to type papers and by the time I finish those, the last thing I want to do is write a blog. However, I only </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108378884340342571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108378884340342571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108378884340342571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108378884340342571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/05/sphere-of-school.html' title='The Sphere of School'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108318646080432514</id><published>2004-04-28T14:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-28T14:10:46.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wish I were a Dandelion</title><summary type='text'>I wish I were a dandelionSo cute and yellow are theeI wish I were a box of ropesTo bond to friends and meI wish I were a heat-stroked cowfree gifts for all to eatI wish I were a skinned kneeSo I lips and skin would meetI wish I were poison oakSo I could make people itchI wish I was a crabby ladyso people would call me a fish.-this poem goes out to all the poetry freaks in this world!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108318646080432514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108318646080432514' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108318646080432514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108318646080432514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-wish-i-were-dandelion.html' title='I wish I were a Dandelion'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108302518092001043</id><published>2004-04-26T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T17:22:44.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jensen's Evolution</title><summary type='text'>Ok, I am trying to understand the scientific world- I'm an art smart person, not a science smart one. So this is how I understand evolution. First off, absolutely nothing became chaos. (I mean, nothing nothing... not nothing nothing like the nothing we know) Then that chaos decided to form an alliance with random chemicals free floating in a black vacuum. (so remember this vacuum didn't suck) </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108302518092001043/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108302518092001043' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108302518092001043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108302518092001043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/04/jensens-evolution.html' title='Jensen&apos;s Evolution'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108284359919958319</id><published>2004-04-24T14:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-24T14:56:20.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gateway Crimes</title><summary type='text'>The Truth behind Crimes and Criminals. We often think crime comes from a broad range of sociological and psychological factors, ultimately forming a multi-convicted felon. But this is wrong, the true Gateway to crime is passing notes during class. Now, you may chuckle at the idea... But it's the beginning of many steps in the ugly direction. For instance, someone begins as a note-passer (clearly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108284359919958319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108284359919958319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108284359919958319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108284359919958319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/04/gateway-crimes.html' title='Gateway Crimes'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108259462845818564</id><published>2004-04-21T17:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-21T17:46:46.733-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Truth Behind Old Ladies</title><summary type='text'>    I finally figured out the truth behind old ladies... thanks to my friend Samwise and his personal experience, the key had been found.    It's not that most Old ladies want to be grumpy or make people regret meeting them, it's that they've found out the easiest way to get things FREE in life. An old lady can complain her meal is bad, and get it free. She can blame another driver for her error</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108259462845818564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108259462845818564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108259462845818564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108259462845818564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/04/truth-behind-old-ladies.html' title='The Truth Behind Old Ladies'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108234657135051647</id><published>2004-04-18T20:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-18T20:52:26.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Guest Book  Vs. The Relative Book</title><summary type='text'>Wow, I figured out a whole new dimension to my guestbook- including replies! What joy! now I can express my tragic humor in every portal available! Today is officially "Thank your blog readers" day... so Thank's for reading whatever random thoughts I throw your way, it makes even the most dull ideas seem important. (not as important as taking over the world! but you get the picture!)Thanks again</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108234657135051647/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108234657135051647' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108234657135051647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108234657135051647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/04/guest-book-vs-relative-book.html' title='The Guest Book  Vs. The Relative Book'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108221931161871652</id><published>2004-04-17T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-17T09:39:05.450-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thoughtful Words of Warning!</title><summary type='text'>- He that thinks by the inch and talks by the yard deserves to be kicked by the foot.- Avoid trouble, breathe through your nose - it keeps the mouth shut.-Experience is a wonderful thing It enables you to recognize a mistake when you make it again, and again, and again, and again, and....-Don't make love at the garden gate, love is blind but the neighbours aint.(this is for Laura and any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108221931161871652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108221931161871652' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108221931161871652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108221931161871652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/04/thoughtful-words-of-warning.html' title='Thoughtful Words of Warning!'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108215042064997238</id><published>2004-04-16T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-16T14:26:36.326-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Back at Time's Expense</title><summary type='text'>        First of all, everyone knows that time is expensive. My problem is that I'm paying off old debts.... See I realized something today, for 600+billion million years no plants or single celled organisms were paying for all the long time they took to evolve, but now we (the so called newest and fastest evolved members to the globe) have to spend all our time making up for those numbskull's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108215042064997238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108215042064997238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108215042064997238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108215042064997238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/04/im-back-at-times-expense.html' title='I&apos;m Back at Time&apos;s Expense'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108179960749968520</id><published>2004-04-12T12:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-12T12:56:17.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love, Life and Me</title><summary type='text'>I open my mouth, The vapor travels to deaf ears.I look around, Blind eyes are all too see.I reach out my hand, but the touch is only my own.I fall on my own, No stranger will comfort me.I'd spill my heart to anyone who would listen.I'd cast my gaze on anyone who sees me for who I am.I'd be touched by the life that showed me how to love.It is not the idea of love I fear, for I do not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108179960749968520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108179960749968520' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108179960749968520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108179960749968520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/04/love-life-and-me.html' title='Love, Life and Me'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108157092819128110</id><published>2004-04-09T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-09T21:24:54.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird Watching</title><summary type='text'>       Ok, so today this blackbird flew into my house, and then got disoriented and began trying to fly through the bay window in the livingroom. This isn't the first time I've seen it, but it's the first time that I actually did more than shoo the bird out. (because my house is complicated- as far as doors and windows go). I began to think people are a lot like birds, and life is much like my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108157092819128110/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108157092819128110' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108157092819128110'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108157092819128110'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/04/bird-watching.html' title='Bird Watching'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108146325075252859</id><published>2004-04-08T15:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-08T15:30:15.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Are we there yet?</title><summary type='text'>            Working with kids makes me always question the source of patience. I doubt it's an inborn trait. But who came up with the idea anyways? I guess should thank God for the creation of patience, cuz it sure didn't come from any human mind.  Think about it... how many times do you go on a road trip and have someone say "are we there yet?". I sure feel bad for the Pioneer parents who had a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108146325075252859/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108146325075252859' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108146325075252859'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108146325075252859'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/04/are-we-there-yet.html' title='Are we there yet?'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108140064317668824</id><published>2004-04-07T22:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-07T22:06:47.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Beauty and the Beast</title><summary type='text'>I thought I'd write a poem in my day of passion. (being in love is often bitter sweet, but sometimes I think it's worth all the money in the world.) Last night I held a lovely hand,A hand so small and sweet.I thought my heart would burst with joy,So wildly did it beat.No other hand unto my heart could greater pleasure bring.Than the dear hand I held last night,Two aces and a king.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108140064317668824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108140064317668824' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108140064317668824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108140064317668824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/04/beauty-and-beast.html' title='The Beauty and the Beast'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108131574176770357</id><published>2004-04-06T22:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-06T22:38:24.716-07:00</updated><title type='text'>GOOD NEWS</title><summary type='text'>Alright, I have a bit of good news for all you people out there who care so much about me.... Hang on... Ok I have good news for anyone who cares to read this darn page week after week.I got accepted to Sacramento State University!!! Its my top choice to transfer to this fall, so I'm really stoked to be sure that I can enroll there. If you had asked me a year ago what schools I wanted to go to,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108131574176770357/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108131574176770357' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108131574176770357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108131574176770357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/04/good-news.html' title='GOOD NEWS'/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108104081086983522</id><published>2004-04-03T17:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T17:11:39.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright, Easter break!!! I'm so happy. In fact, I'm in such a good mood I figure I'll tell you THE TRUTH BEHIND GOOD KISSES:    Yep, you heard that right, I figure my general experience in this matter, along with many hours of study from various media such as films, school... and yeah, thats about it. But anyways, I've called in Dr. Love to let you in on this one.     -Hello youngins, Dr Love </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108104081086983522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108104081086983522' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108104081086983522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108104081086983522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/04/alright-easter-break-im-so-happy.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108104044320517555</id><published>2004-04-02T23:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T17:03:23.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Well so much for those great idea's pouring in about why some old pople think it's their civic duty to make teenagers cry. (well, perhaps not cry, but at least get chewed out). Just for that, I WONT tell you my findings since you WONT tell me yours! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108104044320517555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108104044320517555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108104044320517555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108104044320517555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/04/well-so-much-for-those-great-ideas.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108060736641113121</id><published>2004-03-29T16:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T16:45:21.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>* OK Guestbook people! Hello &amp; Good Morning to all of you happy folk. To Beth and Vampire kid.... What's the deal with dissing my school? (yeah, sure it isn't perfect) If I were to put it in my words- "Your education is less of the school, and even less of the other students and ALL about you." So if you can't apply yourself to do good... There's no one else to blame.  I'm glad both of you are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108060736641113121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108060736641113121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108060736641113121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108060736641113121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/03/ok-guestbook-people-hello-good-morning.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108060712262612568</id><published>2004-03-29T16:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T16:45:53.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>            Well, today I will stray from the ordinary. First of all, I'm trying to figure out the TRUTH BEHIND OLD PEOPLE:  but I have struggled to find a solid fact to base things on. For example, today this old lady couldn't reverse her car... So she blamed it on me (cussed me out) since I happened to be the only parked car with a human inside. I'm sure she was venting her frustration at </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108060712262612568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108060712262612568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108060712262612568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108060712262612568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/03/well-today-i-will-stray-from-ordinary.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108050969393863808</id><published>2004-03-28T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T13:37:27.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Truth Behind Movies:    Some may ask, why is it that guys like action movies, and girls like romance? Of course many of you intelligent readers already know the answer to this.... It's all about ENVY. See, guys like the action because they say "I wish the whole world's future rest upon the skills of my trigger finger." Wanting to be able to do honorable deeds like saving women in distress, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108050969393863808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108050969393863808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108050969393863808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108050969393863808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/03/truth-behind-movies-some-may-ask-why.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108033969904486535</id><published>2004-03-26T14:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-26T14:24:11.293-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>*Side note to guestbook-  I'm sorry the truth makes you uncomfortable. And I never said anything about front students having less than 4.0 (why would they? the teacher think's they deserve them) So yeah, that's also why I sit in the front row. A 4.0 isn't that hard to come by.... try a doctorate or something, that will impress me. lol. Until then, keep up the good work... and try not to fall into</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108033969904486535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108033969904486535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108033969904486535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108033969904486535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/03/side-note-to-guestbook-im-sorry-truth.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108016471296841665</id><published>2004-03-24T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T13:51:00.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Truth Behind 99 Cents Stores:        Have you ever wondered why 99 cent stores exist?!? I used to think it had something to do with over-stocked items, and being the Mecca of plastic toys. Do you really think they make a living off re-selling plastic forks? The real reason 99 cent stores are in existence is to rip-off the lower class citizens. Get this, most of the stores have DEALS with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108016471296841665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108016471296841665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108016471296841665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108016471296841665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/03/truth-behind-99-cents-stores-have-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108005884904320607</id><published>2004-03-23T08:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T08:23:18.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Truth Behind Fish &amp; Toilets:       It is a common misconception that all drains lead to the ocean, or even that the sewer is where to set your dead fish free. Has anyone really gone down the toilet and deemed it a safe and humane journey for fish?! I think not. Depending on the size of your toilet, a small little fish will begin by absorbing the weight of 8-12 gallons of pressure as wicked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108005884904320607/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108005884904320607' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108005884904320607'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108005884904320607'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/03/truth-behind-fish-toilets-it-is-common.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-108002333342251511</id><published>2004-03-22T22:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-22T22:31:22.000-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I was thinking.... why do people like cats?!? what good are they to humans?.... In all reality, I think a bee should replace cats as the second most popular household pet.     Here are my top 5 reasons: #5 - Bees don't claw furniture. #4 - They are easy to train, and take up little space. #3 - They will actually work for you, and they wont just make a good door stop. #2 - Have you ever had </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/108002333342251511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=108002333342251511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108002333342251511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/108002333342251511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-was-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-107967450601688268</id><published>2004-03-18T21:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T21:39:12.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, so maybe there's controversy over the whole smart people thing. (if you have comments let me know!)... Anyways.  I was listening to some girls talk, and then saw a commercial, then heard some guys talk and realized something else.  THE TRUTH BEHIND COLOGNE:  I had always thought guys wore cologne because they liked the smell. (some would even pour it on for non-special occasions). Yet, it's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/107967450601688268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=107967450601688268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107967450601688268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107967450601688268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/03/ok-so-maybe-theres-controversy-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-107956076035547070</id><published>2004-03-17T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-17T14:01:43.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright, I'm back (it was a busy few days of testing going on.)  but while my mind wasn't entrenched in study and memorization I found out a very helpful truth. This truth is THE TRUTH BEHIND SMART STUDENTS. *the key word is "behind".  See, in classes at school... the smart people really dont sit in the front row. (I know that's what teachers try to lead you to believe... but hear me out).  The</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/107956076035547070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=107956076035547070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107956076035547070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107956076035547070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/03/alright-im-back-it-was-busy-few-days.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-107923085583882053</id><published>2004-03-13T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-13T18:23:15.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>           Ok, to let my committed readers know I hear what you say, I'll dedicate today's post to the issue surrounding STARBUCKS. First of all, Starbucks incorporated is involved in a global plot to take over the world. They started with the big cities and then starting converting the smaller cities to their haven's of "buisness" (or so they call it).  Until recently I was an Anti-Starbucks </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/107923085583882053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=107923085583882053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107923085583882053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107923085583882053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/03/ok-to-let-my-committed-readers-know-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-107913362653602840</id><published>2004-03-12T15:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T15:22:44.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>     Well I'm glad to hear that some of you agree (or disagree) with my findings... hey, at least someone's reading this page! *please remember that all assumptions,over-simplifications, and categories DO NOT include everyone I know... but it would take me hours to list out who is on my "clank-clank" list, and who isn't. So I will be more general... if you dont apply, let me know and I'll include</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/107913362653602840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=107913362653602840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107913362653602840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107913362653602840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/03/well-im-glad-to-hear-that-some-of-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-107895529207761847</id><published>2004-03-10T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-10T14:02:41.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Truth Behind 7-up Bottle Caps:    Have you ever wondered why the bottle caps once blatantly stated "sorry, you're a looser" but have recently become a jumble of letters and numbers? Either way, the truth behind 7-Up is a cruel mystery. First of all, the change was NOT due to law suits against the company for destroying the psyche of unstable persons. Rather, the caps are really complex </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/107895529207761847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=107895529207761847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107895529207761847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107895529207761847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/03/truth-behind-7-up-bottle-caps-have-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-107889531135959051</id><published>2004-03-09T21:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T21:13:00.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Truth Behind Water Fountains: Today I was doing some menial research on water quality among school fountains. (a.ka. searching for the best drinking fountain.) It turns out I stumbled across yet another commonly excused tragedy of life. See, we often are led to believe that school water fountains must always have poor quality water pumping through the unsanitary stained steel nozzle. Why? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/107889531135959051/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=107889531135959051' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107889531135959051'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107889531135959051'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/03/truth-behind-water-fountains-today-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-107884881067664151</id><published>2004-03-08T12:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-09T08:16:10.326-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, I've been doing some observation on people. (just in case you're wondering- yeah I'm watching you too!) j/k. Anyways, I found out this.... The true reason girls wear those high-heels(a.k.a. sad excuses for shoes) to school and around average places is to get noticed. But unlike popular belief, it's not to get notices by being a few inches taller, nor is it to get notices by having bigger </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/107884881067664151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=107884881067664151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107884881067664151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107884881067664151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/03/ok-ive-been-doing-some-observation-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-107872397006582157</id><published>2004-03-07T21:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-07T21:35:03.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok ok ok.... Here's the deal, I will post until my heart is content. Unless otherwise stated expect more entries from me from now on. I have two upcoming series... The first I dropped because a recent guestbook entry has informed me that there are MORE reasonable girls (that being girls that aren't crazy about male celebrities) that I had previously imagined.... so my evil plan wont work at all. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/107872397006582157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=107872397006582157' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107872397006582157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107872397006582157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/03/ok-ok-ok.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-107824522695551354</id><published>2004-03-02T08:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-02T08:35:54.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright Folks, I got a new guestbook (since the old one quit on me) Feel free to write in it about whatever you wish. That is if anyone even reads this page anymore!Keeping it Real,J-Dawg</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/107824522695551354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=107824522695551354' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107824522695551354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107824522695551354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/03/alright-folks-i-got-new-guestbook.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-107794192102194421</id><published>2004-02-27T20:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T20:20:45.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, So I checked out Carla's blog. She seems to have a lot more going on than I do. Anyways... I agree with her that the one guy is lame. I mean, every time he opens his mouth (or rather writes a sentence) he just seems to spark more trouble.  However, her comment about the Taco Bell dinner was harsh. Personally I think like this:     Girls are great and all, and when you're dating them it's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/107794192102194421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=107794192102194421' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107794192102194421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107794192102194421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/02/ok-so-i-checked-out-carlas-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-107738922121509078</id><published>2004-02-20T10:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T10:49:24.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, for some odd reason the last week's worth of entries are not posting.... so what does that mean? it means there are "secret" entries that only I know about! (meniacle laughter....) I'll figure it out somehow... until then, be prepared for finding the secret blog.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/107738922121509078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=107738922121509078' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107738922121509078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107738922121509078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/02/well-for-some-odd-reason-last-weeks.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-107656348235586149</id><published>2004-02-13T08:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T10:46:03.420-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, here's my newest plan to take over the world.  Plan # 243 (Inspired by my pal Heath Ledger.)  I am not sure if I plan to have plastic surgery... or just get a mask. I'm thinking a mask will do just fine. What I'll do is become a super good looking guy, really superficial-but  I'll know all the right things to say so girls think I'm "deep". I'll be strong, wealthy, have a nice car, and have a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/107656348235586149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=107656348235586149' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107656348235586149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107656348235586149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/02/ok-heres-my-newest-plan-to-take-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-107656257768091667</id><published>2004-02-11T21:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T21:11:26.343-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I really dont have much interesting things to say. Actually thats a lie.... I do, but they are serious things, so I will have to save them for a better time! (I'm kinda thinking I should have a separate page devoted to serious things, so this can remain the imaginative and useless page. (But If I did that, no one would read this page... so to keep you all in suspense, I'll randomly put some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/107656257768091667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=107656257768091667' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107656257768091667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107656257768091667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/02/i-really-dont-have-much-interesting.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-107656229989687505</id><published>2004-02-10T22:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-11T21:06:48.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, it's been a while since I've given ya'll something to read. That's what school will do to ya. I had this great idea of taking over the world, but it involved some risky schemes and plots... all of which were too complicated for your average brain to comprehend. So for simplicity's sake (whoever that may be) I will just say it's a great plan, and I might sell it on the black market for any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/107656229989687505/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=107656229989687505' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107656229989687505'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107656229989687505'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/02/wow-its-been-while-since-ive-given.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-107470624936374195</id><published>2004-01-21T09:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T09:32:16.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>        Who ever hears about Y2K anymore?! Just 4 years ago I can distinctly remember countless mathmaticians and computer freaks announcing the year 2000 as the year of imminent doom.  I'm beginning to think it was all a government conspiracy to inspire the economy and raise funding. Think about it, some genious said "whoa, my computer from the 80's might not show the year 2000 and instead show </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/107470624936374195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=107470624936374195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107470624936374195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107470624936374195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/01/who-ever-hears-about-y2k-anymore-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-107470545661301335</id><published>2004-01-20T08:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T09:19:27.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Phrase of the Dayskunk worksPronunciation: /SKUNGK wrks/a small often isolated department or facility that functions with minimal supervision in a company</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/107470545661301335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=107470545661301335' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107470545661301335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107470545661301335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/01/phrase-of-dayskunk-works-pronunciation.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-107470538185759264</id><published>2004-01-19T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-21T09:17:48.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fact of the Day A crocodile can't stick out its tongue.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/107470538185759264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=107470538185759264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107470538185759264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107470538185759264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/01/fact-of-day-crocodile-cant-stick-out.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-107410692748630274</id><published>2004-01-14T11:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T11:03:27.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Tomorrow is my birthday, so as tradition goes in my house the birthday person gets to pick what food we will have for dinner. It's probably the best thing about birthdays. But I was just watching CNN this morning and they said that each year 96 billion pounds of food is wasted in the U.S. How sad is that?!? If I had 96 billion pounds of food to eat each year.... I'd be a very very happy guy! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/107410692748630274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=107410692748630274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107410692748630274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107410692748630274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/01/so-tomorrow-is-my-birthday-so-as.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-107410633799821166</id><published>2004-01-14T10:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T10:53:37.716-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Word of the DaymendaciousPronunciation: /men-DA-shus/adj : untruthful</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/107410633799821166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=107410633799821166' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107410633799821166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107410633799821166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/01/word-of-day-mendacious-pronunciation.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-107410618103428711</id><published>2004-01-13T13:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-14T10:54:01.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright, the new year brings new changes... So now you can get a word of the day (actually I just give it to you regardless) however, whoever can use the "word of the day" most times in a day will recieve a special honor. So get out there and use the word!Word of the DaytatterdemalionPronunciation: /tat-er-di-MAYL-yon/adj *1: ragged or disreputable in appearance 2: being in a decayed condition</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/107410618103428711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=107410618103428711' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107410618103428711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107410618103428711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/01/alright-new-year-brings-new-changes.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-107276284003874253</id><published>2004-01-05T09:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-05T11:18:24.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>        So I was thinking the other day, if God asked me about running the buisness side of earth and the universe, I think I could offer a few suggestions.  First off, I've never understood why it's free to enter the world, but cost's your life to leave it... (well I do understand why, but God is being kinda generous, perhaps too generous) I think a small cover charge upon birth would keep out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/107276284003874253/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=107276284003874253' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107276284003874253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107276284003874253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2004/01/so-i-was-thinking-other-day-if-god.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-107276249332019368</id><published>2003-12-30T08:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-30T11:35:44.590-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright, I've come up with 2 more plans to take over the world.... just in case one of them fails. (highly unlikely I'm sure, but you can never have too many backup plans)Backup: Plan "B"            I will create a new line of contact lenses that claim to make the wearer irresistible to lovers. (this will sucker in 98% of the worlds population, ofcourse excluding the monks) But I am not </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/107276249332019368/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=107276249332019368' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107276249332019368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107276249332019368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2003/12/alright-ive-come-up-with-2-more-plans.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-107276169167494121</id><published>2003-12-29T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T21:23:47.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> So I was just thinking... my birthday is coming up pretty soon. Soon I will be older, facing another year, boldly taking on the new challenges, fighting crime in streets, putting Lord of the Ring Elves and their fairy lore in it's place with my dashing display of skill, knowledge, and fortitude.... and when it's all said and done I'll dust off my own back, and prepare for another year. When I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/107276169167494121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=107276169167494121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107276169167494121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107276169167494121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2003/12/so-i-was-just-thinking.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-107276098867916808</id><published>2003-12-28T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-29T21:12:01.733-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well How Was Christmas? I hope everyone had a chance to enjoy it as much as I did. (well we all had the same chance, how we used that time is another tale.) So I hope you all are using the holiday season to spend time with your family (cuz they do matter ya know) and your friends (we matter too), and in greatful reflection (because what God gives can never be compared). I'm not usually serious </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/107276098867916808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=107276098867916808' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107276098867916808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107276098867916808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2003/12/well-how-was-christmas-i-hope-everyone.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-107213314806096321</id><published>2003-12-22T14:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-22T14:46:45.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reasons I wouldn't ever want to be Santa.#1There are 2 billion children (persons under 18) in the world. But since Santa doesn't (appear) to handle the Muslim, Hindu, Jewish and Buddhist children, that reduces the workload to 15% of the total - 378 million according to the Population Reference Bureau. At an average (census) rate of 3.5 children per household, that's 91.8 million homes. One </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/107213314806096321/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=107213314806096321' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107213314806096321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107213314806096321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2003/12/reasons-i-wouldnt-ever-want-to-be.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-107195246467961339</id><published>2003-12-20T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T12:35:20.030-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My hands are all shaky, my face had gone pale.a letter from Santa just arrived in the mail!It was hand-Written in old-fashioned in pen.It was handsomely printed and dated twelve ten."Dear Jensen" it said. "I'm writing because this year I've repealed my 'naughty/nice' laws.So now I urge you: Be vulgar and crude!I like it when teens are boorish and rude!burp at the table! gargle your peas!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/107195246467961339/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=107195246467961339' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107195246467961339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107195246467961339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2003/12/my-hands-are-all-shaky-my-face-had.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-107189224343719745</id><published>2003-12-19T19:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-20T12:37:11.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok, new plan to take over the world... I've broken it down into 3 stages for simplicity.Stage One: To begin my plan, I will first blackmail a local Team Mascot. This will cause the world to sit up and take notice, stunned by my arrival. They will ask "who is this Nightmare beyond Comprehension? Where did he come from? And why does he look so good in Classic Black?"Stage Two: Next, I will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/107189224343719745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=107189224343719745' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107189224343719745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107189224343719745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2003/12/ok-new-plan-to-take-over-world.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-107189108910366469</id><published>2003-12-18T19:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-19T19:32:23.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've finally come up with my plan to take over the world! I am only explaining this to you, because when all is said and done I want to recieve credit where credit is due. -Utilizing satellite technology and 24.6 rolls of Duct Tape I will redirect all global telephone communication into an never-ending voice mail system. And once a person is on the line, the array and amount of choices will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/107189108910366469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=107189108910366469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107189108910366469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107189108910366469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2003/12/ive-finally-come-up-with-my-plan-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5513586.post-107153977444068847</id><published>2003-12-15T17:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-15T17:57:05.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I've been thinking of a new book I will publish which appeals to rich and wealthy CEO's, who in turn might share some of their wealth with me this holiday season!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/feeds/107153977444068847/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5513586&amp;postID=107153977444068847' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107153977444068847'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5513586/posts/default/107153977444068847'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://airwolf.blogspot.com/2003/12/ive-been-thinking-of-new-book-i-will.html' title=''/><author><name>Airwolf</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04294849528351035850</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
