tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-94390992024-03-23T12:50:09.635-05:00Dave Vs. ElectricityBarbarianDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146360398320319177noreply@blogger.comBlogger149125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439099.post-87988708406658290192011-10-17T20:38:00.002-05:002011-10-17T20:40:11.245-05:00Hey this place is still around....cool(I guess?).<br />
<br />BarbarianDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146360398320319177noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439099.post-14718086049772818252009-07-01T16:26:00.001-05:002009-07-01T16:26:44.075-05:00EtadpuBarbarianDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146360398320319177noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439099.post-26756565401339221202009-05-23T17:02:00.001-05:002009-05-23T17:27:58.427-05:00The Firm Hand of the Law.I've developed a habit of driving around without my <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">seatbelt</span>. It started a few years back I think, in the middle of a life crisis. Not really sure why, perhaps a need to to feel like I live dangerously, perhaps a fruit of my fatalistic <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">tendency</span>, either way.....retarded.<div><br /></div><div>Yesterday while sitting in the inescapable traffic jam that is Austin at 5-7 pm. I noticed a constable's cruiser on my left. I had been under the impression that constables serve warrants and don't deal with traffic enforcement but either way I thought it best to try and sneak on my seat belt. We <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">jockied</span> past each other a few times and eventually he merged into my lane behind the car directly behind me...........Perfect time to slip my seat belt on. I sneaked a peak behind me again only to see the car behind me exit and the cop pull up behind me. Sure enough the lights come on....Busted!</div><div>I ended up with a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">citation</span> for not wearing my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">seat belt</span> and two warnings for not updating my address and not renewing my registration on time, which was cool as he could have fined me for all of them if he wanted to be a dick about it. I <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">realized</span> how bad of a habit it's become when not even five minutes later I drove off again with my <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">seat belt</span> off.</div>BarbarianDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146360398320319177noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439099.post-70034105635697597732009-04-23T18:04:00.003-05:002009-04-23T19:07:22.058-05:00Disclaimer<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqWJakwsIJgZNEqzEqBoHVJf2Lp6clAEmpYS4pNSNGPyb2FDE70TlcMX8J26yWisDgsFXI1Ituy3giS7I_F56z-MfLmwo_j6PbVEhYIzdZQYsvvwiaoAjNh58cBUh9A3HDDCobMw/s1600-h/made_at_www.txt2pic.com.jpg"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 275px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhqWJakwsIJgZNEqzEqBoHVJf2Lp6clAEmpYS4pNSNGPyb2FDE70TlcMX8J26yWisDgsFXI1Ituy3giS7I_F56z-MfLmwo_j6PbVEhYIzdZQYsvvwiaoAjNh58cBUh9A3HDDCobMw/s400/made_at_www.txt2pic.com.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5328027266069703122" /></a><br />I found this on my back. Apparently it was supposed to be on my forehead.BarbarianDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146360398320319177noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439099.post-23527441377269056452009-04-23T16:35:00.002-05:002009-04-23T17:05:21.425-05:00A post is a post is a post.My blog has been lacking substance.....I have been lacking substance.<div><br /></div><div>Life has been busy...which is good. <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Facebook</span> blows chunks and I don't really care about your feelings or what stupid quiz you took and no matter what you do I won't join your effing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Mafia</span>. </div><div><br /></div><div>Oh yeah...<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Tetris</span> friends is fucking rigged.</div><div><br /></div><div>I have been tired for over a month. Not complaining just stating a fact. </div><div><br /></div><div>List of things to do:</div><div>-Clean the house</div><div>-Fix three cars</div><div>-Exercise</div><div>-Clean the damn house</div><div>-Three piles of laundry( not sure if they're clean, dirty, or just stained)</div><div>-Get Kylie to daycare and be on time for work</div><div>-Homework</div><div>-Brendon's homework</div><div>-Side jobs</div><div>-Write Mike</div><div>-Clean the retarded house</div><div>-Yell at the IRS</div><div>-Take Kylie for a check up</div><div>-Pay the utilities(<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">ooops</span>)</div><div>-Clean the fucking house!</div><div><br /></div><div>Oh yeah I'd like to climb some time too. Thought I'd be cool at work and swing from a scaffold ended up pulling a muscle in my shoulder......there goes climbing.</div><div><br /></div><div>As usual this message will self- destruct in 15 seconds......Unless the self-destruct mechanism was purchased at <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Wal</span>-mart or <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">Ikea</span>. If that's the case return it to the nearest location. Or for a less dehumanizing <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">experience</span>: check yourself into <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7">Abu</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">Ghraib</span>.</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>BarbarianDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146360398320319177noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439099.post-407795880561238642009-03-24T17:53:00.002-05:002009-03-24T18:15:13.027-05:00Worst fears.My house is chaos, <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">business</span> left undone. My fish hopelessly glide through the filth I have abandoned them to. I am at home yet home seems vacant. I would make myself a meal but that would require breaking the self imposed exile to a couch that is only a shadow of it's former. I will lay here with only the comfort that the monotonous <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">narration</span> of a History Channel <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">documentary</span> can offer, and wait for the slow yet all-encompassing clutches of afternoon sleep.BarbarianDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146360398320319177noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439099.post-3130675953491200122009-02-25T23:17:00.003-06:002009-02-26T00:01:16.991-06:00No wind in my sailsI've been trying to be positive....no really I have. <div> </div><div>Really not sure why I keep this up. Knowing what I know. We're all just a stew of electrons slamming into each other. We are all just drops in the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">cesspool</span> called humanity. Why bother with keeping your head up? </div><div><br /></div><div>It would make much more sense if it didn't have to make sense.</div><div><br /></div><div>Tonight I wouldn't care if some one turned it all off. Tomorrow I'll be positive again....I swear.</div><div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /><div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div></div></div></div>BarbarianDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146360398320319177noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439099.post-8564802309456750282009-02-18T22:08:00.006-06:002009-02-18T22:40:27.255-06:00Life on a lineToday I witnessed an accident on the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">job site</span>. One of the tower cranes on the job swung over into the line of the other tower crane <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">snagging</span> his line and in the process yanking a concrete form and an iron worker who was attached to the form up about 50 feet or so into the air. I had been talking with a co-worker and hadn't really been paying to much attention. Suddenly from the corner of my eye, I a made out a human form swinging above the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">job site</span>. The first thing that went through my head was "what an idiot......why would he being doing that?". The look of horror on his face snapped me out my flawed reasoning. His co-workers were frantically trying to alert the crane operator of the trouble below. I cringed as I watched his helpless body slam into the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">guard</span> rail on the third floor and then cringed again as the form followed, slamming against him on the rail as well. Luckily once he was lowered he seemed to just be banged up pretty bad. I'm sure he'll at least have a few broken ribs.<div><br /></div><div>In other news: I finally cleaned my room, fixed my bike, and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">tomorrow</span> I'm getting cable TV.</div>BarbarianDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146360398320319177noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439099.post-69969789455635386992009-01-31T20:30:00.003-06:002009-02-04T23:43:36.806-06:00Mere mortalsToday I'm 29........<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">yeash</span>. Friends tell me that 30's are where it's at, I hope they're right. Seems that my 20's just flew by. It's hard to pin point any particular year, they all seem to have melted together into one. <div><br /></div><div>In another sad display of being a mere mortal I have opened a <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Face Book</span> account. Yes I suppose I'm a hypocrite also. </div>BarbarianDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146360398320319177noreply@blogger.com12tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439099.post-23711658458461574472009-01-25T23:01:00.003-06:002009-01-25T23:22:40.540-06:00Have you ever gazed upon a summer night sky and beheld the full moon in all it's glory? <div><br /></div><div>Have you ever stared upon it's cratered beauty and lost yourself in the Sea of Tranquility?<br /></div><div><br /></div><div>In this bliss have you ever gazed upon your moon house and wondered on how to sneak to it?</div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>What the hell is a moon house?<br /><br /></div>BarbarianDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146360398320319177noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439099.post-47985922477293428182009-01-25T00:10:00.002-06:002009-01-25T00:33:23.982-06:00N E HowI suppose I should succumb. <div><br /></div><div>I really have felt no desire to post or at least not post what's been on my mind. I wish I had some cool picture to post, perhaps some avant-garde poetry or a edgy video I had edited myself. Alas I have none of these things. One of these days I shall find something I'm good at and blow the unsuspecting world's mind. Until then I shall continue to bore you with nonsense like this.</div><div><br /></div><div>Life has been busy though. I seem to perpetually be playing a game of catch-up. Be it bills, work, kids, climbing etc. I feel completely spread thin and no good to anyone. I suppose as long as I still have the ability to poke fun at the rest of the world I'm ok......if that ever goes I'm lost.</div>BarbarianDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146360398320319177noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439099.post-43193091269185782612008-11-30T22:46:00.003-06:002008-11-30T22:58:06.408-06:004 days offThanksgiving was great! I suppose an update might be nice............. well, keep an eye out. <div><br /></div><div><br /></div><div>You hardly ever know.<div><br /></div><div><br /></div></div>BarbarianDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146360398320319177noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439099.post-30868722385463299942008-10-13T21:40:00.004-05:002008-10-14T16:33:00.606-05:00Moving and meltdown.I've been absent a long time.....<div><br /></div><div>Perhaps with or without a valid excuse. I've never been one to write my lack of posting off to busyness. Not that I haven't been busy....I have, yet, one makes time for what one wants to make time for.</div><div><br /></div><div>I moved over this weekend. A daunting task(shout out to my dawgs :Mike, Jamie, and Ben). The amount of crap that one accumulates over a year is astounding. I fancied myself a minimalist up to this point. My move was complicated my the fact that I had chosen an apartment on the third floor. The understood hardship of moving all my belongings up three flights had been diminished by the prospect of not having to wait in line for the bathroom and not to mention the <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">convenience</span> of things like storage space and vaulted ceilings.....(<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">OK</span> vaulted ceilings probably don't offer <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">convenience</span> but they can really open a room up).</div><div><br /></div><div>Today the Dow Jones shot up around 9 hundred points. For some reason, upon hearing the news, I felt happy at first and then rather peeved. I was mainly annoyed that I've been alloying a group of greedy hypocondriacs set my mood for the day. Who knows what they'll do tomrrow to get the rest of us to worry ourselves silly.......I'm sick of it really.</div>BarbarianDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146360398320319177noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439099.post-45685154578934996092008-09-23T21:52:00.002-05:002008-09-23T21:55:10.507-05:00So I'm lazy......<span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: rgb(85, 26, 139); text-decoration: underline;"><a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=qqXi8WmQ_WM">Don't click here....</a><span><span></span></span></span>BarbarianDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146360398320319177noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439099.post-57694154080862454922008-08-27T00:38:00.002-05:002008-08-27T01:22:41.009-05:00HelloIf I could sleep I would..........<br /><br />Instead of tossing and turning all night I figured a post might bore me, and perhaps you, enough to bring a deep sleep on.<br /><br />I've hit a spot in my life where writing has become such a chore....as have most things. I seemed to be foiled at all angles. It seems for me, and I'm sure many others share my view, nothing will ever come easy. I'm not one to expect things to just fall in your lap but come on.....(maybe a vote for Obama will bring the change I need)<br /><br /> I've made a resolution (again) to start eating healthy and develop a training routine for climbing. Lately my lifestyle has not been conducive to climbing i.e eating crap, no consistent exercise, going to bed late, drinking. All this coupled with the physical toll my daily work requires has left me little energy by the time I hit the wall.<br /><br />In other news: I ordered a new phone today. One of those walkie talkie hybrids. I'm sure it will be really cool for about a day or so.BarbarianDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146360398320319177noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439099.post-70409376290411105502008-08-20T23:00:00.001-05:002008-08-20T23:04:39.022-05:00<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXK8HsMtLtyK0t0pSRfQKT1WVj7nQdG7P41esc5oIGupYPbu626N_pPBuAFXpzElU5BO-Y8PqWk9JiyE51pFYQSuqifGFemU5QqzK0C9gPuyO_z-_djVL14H6uOFa6VkBzbTv0Mw/s1600-h/cope.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgXK8HsMtLtyK0t0pSRfQKT1WVj7nQdG7P41esc5oIGupYPbu626N_pPBuAFXpzElU5BO-Y8PqWk9JiyE51pFYQSuqifGFemU5QqzK0C9gPuyO_z-_djVL14H6uOFa6VkBzbTv0Mw/s320/cope.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5236816627065416146" border="0" /></a>BarbarianDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146360398320319177noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439099.post-69986229275649756272008-07-02T11:30:00.000-05:002008-07-02T11:31:18.574-05:00Where have you been?BarbarianDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146360398320319177noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439099.post-22804516130253846702008-03-20T23:51:00.000-05:002008-03-20T23:52:06.913-05:00We have been inconvinient.<br />Semi-blind, perpetually one second behind<br />Self-preservation turns to vanity and vantiy to lies.<br />We trade a chance of happiness for safety.<br />And there we stay, huddled, scared to look outside.<br />Settling to expirience each other muted and blurred, in snips.<br />We've cut our losses.BarbarianDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146360398320319177noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439099.post-19395718553628679592008-02-10T21:59:00.000-06:002008-02-10T22:07:02.070-06:00PhobiasHere are few phobias I thought interesting. See if anyone can guess what they are. Should be easy enough.<br /><br />Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia.(.......and their computer chips)<br /><br />Ithyphallophobia.( sometimes a fear of mine)<br /><br />Eurotophobia.(not usually something I fear)<br /><br />Hippopotomonstrosesquippedaliophobia.( The Greeks had a strong sense of irony)BarbarianDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146360398320319177noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439099.post-42667263063661274442008-01-06T22:09:00.000-06:002008-01-06T22:11:01.914-06:00My mind is a fit throwing 3 year old with ADD.<br /><br /><br /><br />Oh yeah!..........Happy New Year!BarbarianDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146360398320319177noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439099.post-52612378126666868402007-12-10T23:08:00.000-06:002007-12-10T23:15:58.811-06:00Note to self:Always check the washing machine for disposable diapers.<br /><span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Failure</span> to do so could result in dire consequences.BarbarianDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146360398320319177noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439099.post-65378971311514796182007-12-08T18:11:00.000-06:002008-11-06T21:49:38.415-06:00<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQnZpLmCVGG5Z25GNCgw_BbqFbTA76bdg4QKk5fAzydxARZDhNllHkWXcYRVdig32ObuGsRZFo9MQr2CUyNBe6S3Tw2bP7gdM_G5o99U7IfdYzMgjoU9wwaoRfFuRdhACW-eHiZQ/s1600-h/xmastree150.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141759327929002578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhQnZpLmCVGG5Z25GNCgw_BbqFbTA76bdg4QKk5fAzydxARZDhNllHkWXcYRVdig32ObuGsRZFo9MQr2CUyNBe6S3Tw2bP7gdM_G5o99U7IfdYzMgjoU9wwaoRfFuRdhACW-eHiZQ/s320/xmastree150.jpg" border="0" /></a> So far I have not lifted a finger to anything about Christmas decorating. I actually just recently took the rotten corps of what was the Jack-O-Lantern off my porch after Kylie looked out there and informed me that he was dead.<br />If it was up to me I wouldn't bother decorating. It's not like I entertain anyone at my place. Being a parent I do feel obliged to put forth some effort in making Christmas special.<br /><div>So I figure I should start with a tree of some sort. Come to think of it I haven't had to pick out a tree in quite some time. I always just left it up to room mates. </div><div>So the big question is at hand. Do I buy a live tree and let it fill the house with the lovely scent that freshly butchered trees give, along with the needles? Or do I buy one that comes in a box along with the feeling that I just lost part of my soul, but can be reused for year and years to come, thus saving the lives of perhaps dozens of happy little trees? </div><div>So <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">now</span> I will contemplate the choice at hand while creating a new definition for pathetic: Eating a microwave chicken pot pie, alone, on a Saturday evening, while listening to sappy alt rock.</div>BarbarianDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146360398320319177noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439099.post-30695524170776393182007-12-07T22:51:00.000-06:002007-12-07T23:07:47.237-06:00Sometimes + = -I got a pay raise last week. A meager 1.4 percent. Not one to complain too much, after all 35 cents an hour more can add up.... well a little. Assuming I work 40 hours a week that would add up to 14 dollars more every payday. 14 dollarsa week could pay for a gym membership or maybe cable t.v. or a case of beer...OK a case of cheap beer(Natty Ice?)<br /><br />Turns out it all was elaborate scheme cooked up by my dear old Uncle Sam and his toadies down at the IRS. By giving me this pittance of a raise they have all too slyly bumped me up to the next tax bracket which means that they will "legally" get to take my well deserved 14 dollars a week as well as about 80 cents that was initially mine to take home.<br /><br />Bummers dude....BarbarianDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146360398320319177noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439099.post-25649420156489420852007-12-02T21:43:00.000-06:002007-12-02T21:58:51.279-06:00Die Emo kids!(It's ok I think they want to)I haven't laughed this hard in a while. Watch <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uJTFVM2A27c">this</a>. For more info on Emo go <a href="http://www.encyclopediadramatica.com/Emo">here</a>.BarbarianDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146360398320319177noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9439099.post-16821183235162100452007-11-30T22:45:00.001-06:002008-11-06T21:49:38.718-06:00Five years<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgz-_GSyBs2vinVMgdwBzk1kqIAYlnBKb6vz7tr9TP4PAAGemNl1jbFiz0E_sol5utDKFYi23UH9BqPe39Eb2xfTcHcEv6LOC49W-LHz4mHGhqYxYWbYM5aOQSoCXT91jpc5q3gfA/s1600-r/DSCN0490.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138861631200589058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhnacu6-2OsrOfw4t_I1cnxJSOfmvltknKOeGfCyLyMPRp-PGwSjlZN1Y-AmD29i6LwTYguRlkunLWBwdlJ9rzUMDFiE32eBX7_x7dfi7vdiAKxzznbi9Z6cw8YEvj1FFzRiv7xxw/s320/DSCN0490.JPG" border="0" /></a> Could be an album cover for the worst christian rock band ever.<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwkqpzwqQiX7YsHxOCPWdc7aJoVw2Z51UP13oABXG6O_fGEYeg_0Yn82LpwG42ZIRvMR352sfcYPqtStq-zzL-GULpV8OuyE8SqsXhhxX9ueFLmNUk2XqypPf-EzZbXOngO1fe6g/s1600-r/resize2.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5138861635495556370" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEi3yC8GWvYLVNupbEoDzgXxiLZOCplSqD7Bgd4xR5joAWJK5RnpBw1e4sQbtVXVM8nmUz-d3x5IknnKdM0oJUVMs57-EpHNeqTVwA9ZYaeh_cidM45h4so1l9QT6_QMhxElg-G5Cg/s320/resize2.jpg" border="0" /></a> Could also be an album cover for the worst christian rock band ever.<br /><div></div>BarbarianDavehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11146360398320319177noreply@blogger.com5