<?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-11803075</id><updated>2011-07-27T06:11:48.034-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Foreigner Point</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>149</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-116328885072514006</id><published>2006-11-11T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T20:34:09.980-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Camel fuckers haha</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://vidsearch.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids.individual&amp;amp;videoid=1231340413"&gt;Lmao, those Arabs do really fuck goats and donkeys and camels.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How will the Chinese win the war against America?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They use 1/2 of the population to form a giant man made landbridge to America and the other half to invade it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-116328885072514006?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/116328885072514006/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=116328885072514006' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/116328885072514006'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/116328885072514006'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2006/11/camel-fuckers-haha.html' title='Camel fuckers haha'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-115893831118818259</id><published>2006-09-22T08:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-22T08:18:31.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lets BOMB Iran!</title><content type='html'>Aw shit, is the USA and possibly also Israel going to &lt;a href="http://www.rawstory.com/news/2006/Pentagon_moves_to_secondstage_planning_for_0921.html"&gt;bomb &lt;/a&gt;Iran? I seriosly it's wise at this point, because Iran alredy most likely acquired atomic weapons and two they don't possess such a shity military as Iraq did not long ago under Saddam.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-115893831118818259?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/115893831118818259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=115893831118818259' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/115893831118818259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/115893831118818259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2006/09/lets-bomb-iran.html' title='Lets BOMB Iran!'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-115798160369408527</id><published>2006-09-11T06:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-11T06:37:42.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9/11, now lets go kill some terrorists</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.magictom.com/Hijack_this_fags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.magictom.com/Hijack_this_fags.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Thats the spirit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-115798160369408527?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/115798160369408527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=115798160369408527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/115798160369408527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/115798160369408527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2006/09/911-now-lets-go-kill-some-terrorists.html' title='9/11, now lets go kill some terrorists'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-115688571116912973</id><published>2006-08-29T14:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-05T15:18:47.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pravda? Poshenl Nahui</title><content type='html'>Lmao, check this jubonic supazonic &lt;a href="http://english.pravda.ru/photo/report/show-600/12/"&gt;kronik &lt;/a&gt;out.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell is wrong with russians, those chicks werent naked.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and for another of my oddball predictions I think Iraq will stay together as a single state even if USA withdraws most of its troops. Them iraqis are just in a anger venting period, let them kill each other for a while then things will die down. They'll realize they need each other, what the hell are they gona do otherwise?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-115688571116912973?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/115688571116912973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=115688571116912973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/115688571116912973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/115688571116912973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2006/08/pravda-poshenl-nahui.html' title='Pravda? Poshenl Nahui'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-115272907860897850</id><published>2006-07-12T11:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T01:39:09.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yo, Im Pimpin my X-wing</title><content type='html'>Wazzaa&lt;br /&gt;My summer so far is good.  I lift weights a lot, and yesterday did lats and biceps plus 4 miles of running. Im gona c if I can run 5 days in a row this week, 3 training. I also read some books. Catching up on some stuff, especially Imperial Hubris. Thats it. Sleep great too, like 9-10 hours usually and hopeful so my muscles can recover fast. My recovery time for muscles went down from a week to like 4-5 days.  Most importantly I stopped drinking energy drinks for energy, I just sometimes drink em like once a week or 2-3 times a month as a lifestyle choice. I get all my energy from running now. Energy drinks are bad for you and despite all the fuss that athletes may use them they are a very retarded choice for most type of athletes. Just so full of crappy carbs and olverloaded with caffeine all they do is continuously dehydrate you and give u a bad hang over. Yo! Yo! My x-wing had 5! proton torpedo launchers now yo! now thats pimped of the hook.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-115272907860897850?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/115272907860897850/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=115272907860897850' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/115272907860897850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/115272907860897850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2006/07/yo-im-pimpin-my-x-wing.html' title='Yo, Im Pimpin my X-wing'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-115023320939042187</id><published>2006-06-13T14:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-13T14:13:29.476-07:00</updated><title type='text'>One hot dog maker down...several more thousand to go</title><content type='html'>Hi. The Atlantic once again has a series of great articles (although their May edition was somewhat bland.)  especially one regarding Zarqawi. I doubt when they had it in print that his death was yet around but anyways it a good read. Osama really didnt like him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-115023320939042187?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/115023320939042187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=115023320939042187' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/115023320939042187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/115023320939042187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2006/06/one-hot-dog-maker-downseveral-more.html' title='One hot dog maker down...several more thousand to go'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-114748537778887313</id><published>2006-05-12T18:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-12T18:56:17.810-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Noooooooooooooo............The World IS Coming To An End</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.lynchhummer.com/Changes/brochures/2006.h1.cover.800.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.lynchhummer.com/Changes/brochures/2006.h1.cover.800.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noo...&lt;br /&gt;Gm cancelled the production of their famed H1 Alpha(Hummer), the baddest of them all American SUVS.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn you hippies and damn you college finals&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-114748537778887313?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/114748537778887313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=114748537778887313' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/114748537778887313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/114748537778887313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2006/05/noooooooooooooothe-world-is-coming-to.html' title='Noooooooooooooo............The World IS Coming To An End'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-114696947349746622</id><published>2006-05-06T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-07T16:52:27.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, Mozart, this stuff is really good</title><content type='html'>I got DSL. Yeaaa! Now I been just downloading stuff online  24/7. &lt;br /&gt;I think I got all of mozarts symphonies. Now getting bach, Thaikovski, Rahmaninov and maybe others after finish with that.&lt;br /&gt;It's really good. I usually listen to Rammstein or something foreign music when I study cause well number one reason I can come up with is that it being foreign language I dont even bother trying to comprehend it and just focus on whatever study I have to do. It's really great for Calc II albeit my lecturer is barely profficient in lecturing skills, just sucks balls and after giving like one example straight out of the book tells the 20-30 students that bother to show up to go figure out the rests by themselves?&lt;br /&gt;Hello.....??&lt;br /&gt;Aint you supposed to be teaching us this stuff. I guess most can figure it out but not in a 2-3 weeks span before a damn test.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-114696947349746622?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/114696947349746622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=114696947349746622' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/114696947349746622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/114696947349746622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2006/05/wow-mozart-this-stuff-is-really-good.html' title='Wow, Mozart, this stuff is really good'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-114575572683476554</id><published>2006-04-22T18:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-29T14:38:54.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell...say wha??</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pogoblog.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/canopy3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://pogoblog.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/canopy3.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I generally dont watch the news whatsoever but today I tuned in for a minute into ABC or CBS news and they were once again talking about the rising gas prices and the gasoline pinch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then how the hell does the &lt;a href="http://www.consumerwatchdog.org/energy/pr/?postId=6133"&gt;following&lt;/a&gt; equate into the supposed explanation of the decreasing supply. A public service organization with no intent to bias (Yeah just wonder how many of those furious lawmakers on the hill dont depend on oil company money.) determined it's price gouging of the oil companies not decreasing supply that's raising gas prices.&lt;br /&gt;Here's another true shocker even for me. A DVD for barely a &lt;a href="http://www.realtechnews.com/posts/2971"&gt;buck!&lt;/a&gt; Is that all what Hollywood really values it's stupid movies?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.t3.co.uk/news/247/entertainment/mp3_player/the_nano_gets_bigger"&gt;Yay! Bigger nano&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8-10GB. Even now Im considering getting it. After all it is a nano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh and the F-22 pilot? He got stuck in the plane after his canopy got stuck shut after several attempts to close it properly.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-114575572683476554?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/114575572683476554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=114575572683476554' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/114575572683476554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/114575572683476554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2006/04/what-hellsay-wha.html' title='What the hell...say wha??'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-114550057896250300</id><published>2006-04-19T19:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T19:36:18.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>F-22 not too invinsible?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.niemanwatchdog.org/index.cfm?fuseaction=ask_this.view&amp;amp;askthisid=00197"&gt;Moooo&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess my crazy Russian friend won. Hell its 50 50 odds.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-114550057896250300?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/114550057896250300/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=114550057896250300' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/114550057896250300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/114550057896250300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2006/04/f-22-not-too-invinsible.html' title='F-22 not too invinsible?!'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-114401018472491767</id><published>2006-04-02T13:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T23:29:53.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'>9th Week and 5 weeks till the end...</title><content type='html'>Wow, it's insane, the past two months flew by so insanely fast. I must've been really busy. Wow.&lt;br /&gt;Have four classes only but they're not as much as workload demanding but attention consuming bastards.&lt;br /&gt;Comment moderation is on. Theres no longer gona be any free fire comment power on my blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got life. To paraphrase some Blade Runner quote that I read in a mag "I want life fucker."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-114401018472491767?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/114401018472491767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=114401018472491767' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/114401018472491767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/114401018472491767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2006/04/9th-week-and-5-weeks-till-end.html' title='9th Week and 5 weeks till the end...'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-114322520229834486</id><published>2006-03-24T10:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T10:33:22.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ruskiy Mat-Bliyati</title><content type='html'>Znaesh chto, vse suki sdeci. poniye pidarasi, gavno obraznie  xuiye, podonki, derimo oblivanie pidarasi, fuk fukin motherfuckin hard to write cuss in russian in english, fuck fuck motherfucking fucker shitassbitchmotherfuckinragheadhumpingcamelshittinfukfukfukingassmotherfuckingcamellickingragheadloving shitassfuckinghead. How many fuckin fucks does that contain. Gavno!!! Bliyati, vse k chertu chtob vse poshli nafig i k chertu, ponali. Xren, vot chot za slovo, krutoyo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-114322520229834486?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/114322520229834486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=114322520229834486' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/114322520229834486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/114322520229834486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2006/03/ruskiy-mat-bliyati.html' title='Ruskiy Mat-Bliyati'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-114200643474050315</id><published>2006-03-10T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T16:00:27.603-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I cant deny that Im really horny</title><content type='html'>Yea, I just wonna fuck some booty around here at CP, UMD, CRC. Lmao, not trying to rap there, but fuck Im really horny, and all the chicks around the gym so hot and i wona fuk them all. Fuck yea. what else is there to add. Fuck yea I love cussin since im russian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damnit, it sucks when your can observe the system, be part of it for a brief pt of time but never yet live it. How long till i get on campus. Dangit&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-114200643474050315?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/114200643474050315/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=114200643474050315' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/114200643474050315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/114200643474050315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-cant-deny-that-im-really-horny.html' title='I cant deny that Im really horny'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-114143567119131824</id><published>2006-03-03T17:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T16:36:25.213-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My college semester started  5 weeks ago</title><content type='html'>I'm fairly busy now. Come how now at around 5-6pm. Always so fucking tired because of that hour + metro ride, with occasional retarded riders, and that constant whistling noise which I swear is the cause of me feeling so tired. I want mp3 player! Fridays I dont give a fuk. Now I just stick around gym for around 3-5 hours, and lift/run. I dunno whethers its true, but I think a lot more girls go to the UMD CRC gym to show off/get picked up then guys do. Well thats just college. Or maybe its just me. To quote a Starcraft wraith pilot "I'm good, oh yeah, thats right, I am invinsible."  A decent number of chicks check me out. I think i passed up like 4 fuckin awsome girls on Friday. Fuck only suck part is that its the suck, I dont got shit of experience/ nor have i yet kissed a girl. I talk to girls in my classes, but thats nothing to what I could be experiencing If I was on campus. Damn. But theres a time for everything in life, and as long as I dont myself dont make anything to be too much of a problem when it really aint, it should be all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And to some ppl. Fuck you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-114143567119131824?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/114143567119131824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=114143567119131824' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/114143567119131824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/114143567119131824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2006/03/my-college-semester-started-5-weeks.html' title='My college semester started  5 weeks ago'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-114064789600543967</id><published>2006-02-22T14:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T21:09:48.323-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Now another item for only in mother russia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://english.pravda.ru/photo/report/birdflu-241"&gt;haha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing just take a look at this shithead. Who the fuck does Derek think he is. Shiesh&lt;br /&gt;http://www.myspace.com/dericosuave&lt;br /&gt;Lmao he got into UMD.&lt;br /&gt;Thought I heard something in Maryland shrieking another day or so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russia and russians are pretty good with coming up ith totaly retarded but true news items. Like where else in the world but russia would a passenger freeze to death on a bus. Or where else does a country get systematically stolen by its own people only later to star randomly shooting everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres a bunch of only in russia links.&lt;br /&gt;this 1 makes sense tho &lt;a href="http://www.mosnews.com/news/2006/01/24/toiletpaper.shtml"&gt;toilet paper&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mosnews.com/news/2006/01/24/deadpassenger.shtml"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bus problems &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit the funny comp game link led to microsoft home page. I do not know what result of evil conspiracy that is but it is definetly evil.&lt;br /&gt;I guess Im just going to have to guide ppl 2 it the oldfashioned way. The way I found it was checkin my tech site www.defensetech.org and there was this funy stuff about US vs Protoss and an article on some realisitc RTS game. Whoever bothers go to that site and scroll around until u c "US vs Protoss" and a photoshoped Newsweek regarding Mineral Wars and Ultralisk rape.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heres for russian &lt;a href="http://http://www.mosnews.com/news/2006/01/26/stealingbutter.shtml"&gt;ingenuity &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And heres 1 to that shithead who keeps putin up random gay shit on my blog (kough derek retard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.pointlesswasteoftime.com/pornoff.html"&gt;how long can you go with thout that fix&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-114064789600543967?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/114064789600543967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=114064789600543967' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/114064789600543967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/114064789600543967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2006/02/now-another-item-for-only-in-mother.html' title='Now another item for only in mother russia'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-113863913740571821</id><published>2006-01-30T08:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T12:40:05.610-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hi everybodi, I have a nuke too. Dont worry (IRAN has NUKE)</title><content type='html'>Plus check this shit out. After the crappy oicw system, the aussises decided to do it their own &lt;a href="http://world.guns.ru/assault/as72-e.htm"&gt;way. &lt;/a&gt;So they took a nice 5.56 short rifle, good old AUG and stick a &lt;a href="http://world.guns.ru/assault/as72-e.htm"&gt;metal storm based 40mm &lt;/a&gt;grenade launcher on top of it, with 3 40mm grenades already in the barrel. Although im unsure how they gona reload the 40mm rounds, but its a hell greater improvement over the oicw, which was overtly ulky and complicated as well as a shitty 5.56 carbine which made no sense.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bet Iran already has a nuke, and now is just testing the international reaction. I mean their program stayed secret for such a long time, plus theres hardly anyone who has good enough Human Intelligence on their nukes, the best is Israel and they by now should've already started bombing the shit out of Iranians but they arent. I think that alone speaks for the high probability that Iran already has a nuke. That Israel hasnt done anything about it other then have their specops groups scout around. Im basing my stuff on of some info I read from several books relevant to iran, plus intermeshing that stuff with current events. Undoutebly the curent crazy haji leader of Iran through his several speeches of apocalypse is maybe hinting and nuke posession. Also as i forgot to add, for that assumingly the row (rest of world) has little idea of whether iran has nuke or not, and if it really does as i assume, iran is in an a very excellent condition regarding its negotiating rights. As in it secretly already has a nuke, while non secretly threatens to go ahead with a nuke program, so in the end it can get good economic or aid deal from the ROW and other stuff while secretly still posessing a nuke, and good delivery systems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can just imagine them coming out with it at some pt. Iran is gona come out with it. Since they are backwards and still in the 70s there would probably be the gay Village ppl song playing and some Iraninans free style rapping. Everybodi dance now dut dut dut dut dut... dut dut...dut..dut..dut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the bagley challange of if saddam has wmds y didnt he use them? Im not good usually at quickly coming up with responses in person, but the structure of my argument remains the same. He didnt use them because it would yield crediility to bush administrations challanges and then possibly array the europeans against him, as well as giving reason to strengthen the resolve to bring him down whatever the cost cause if he used them that would affirm all the claims the bush admin has made about him. He however wanted to fight usa troops in 4gh warfare in which he was certain they would be defeated for iraqis wouldnt want to tolerate occupiers even with good ideals. He was counting on it and as some books attest he was massively preparing for 4gw war. He knew his military at best would only buy time. Plus the 100thousand strong (or around so) republican guard divisions that were supposed to guard baghdad disappeared anyway (whch made takin baghdad incredibly easy). There was some weird shit about how there was a convoy of iraqi tanks escorted by "captured" abrams tanks going into syria. That wasnt bothered but observed by some choppers. However 1 thing Saddam didnt count on was his own marginalization from the control of the insurgency once it all began.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-113863913740571821?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/113863913740571821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=113863913740571821' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/113863913740571821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/113863913740571821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2006/01/hi-everybodi-i-have-nuke-too-dont.html' title='Hi everybodi, I have a nuke too. Dont worry (IRAN has NUKE)'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-113728764459816433</id><published>2006-01-14T16:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T17:14:04.630-08:00</updated><title type='text'>SW Republic Commando and that secret iraq war</title><content type='html'>Had a trip to North Carolina recently, for like 3-4 days over to my moms friends house.  Played a lot of games. Liked GHost recon some, but that Star Wars republic commando game was particularly interesting. Well at least the squad control single player was, multiplayer was u vs opponent in jerk like fighting in which shit happens in split seconds and weapons are offbalance. The single player was rather great, hard, but I found the integration of squad command and just how much you had to keep ur 3 ppl alive to help you do ur job and finish the mission great. Like most of the missions you had to do, ( i only got through 3 of em I think) you had to rely on ur squad to watch ur back so u could get it done and finish it up. Like you could make the three other troopers take up snipe positions, grenade positions at select locations, if u go down they can revive you, and you could do the same. The irritating aspect of the game was that the main weapon that rifle thing was annoying to use, with it you had to pump like 10-20 rounds to take down any basic opponent and empty like 3-4 clips on those super battle droids. Later on I just used the little blaster which was a greater weapon. Too bad I dont have x-box or any shit like that, but decent games like that would probably make me reconsider.&lt;br /&gt;I played some halo, and found it to be rather over hyped, as well as even the graphic on halo 2 looked worse then that or republic commando when on a 50 in plasma tv. Stupid game dorks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also finished that long book called the secret history of the iraq war. Interesting read, as in provided more of the regional aspects then any other book i previosly read on that matter has covered. Besides the author going out to say that Iraq had wmds but had hid them in N Korean built bunkers and sand around iraq b4 the war or shipping them of to syria and iran for safety.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-113728764459816433?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/113728764459816433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=113728764459816433' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/113728764459816433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/113728764459816433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2006/01/sw-republic-commando-and-that-secret.html' title='SW Republic Commando and that secret iraq war'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-113591039487552981</id><published>2005-12-29T18:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T18:39:54.913-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Yahvol! Starcraft</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/972/1600/screen48a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/972/400/screen48a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Yea bitch....&lt;br /&gt;wasting away portions of my time a day playing starcraft.&lt;br /&gt;Buya...It aint getin me laid but very little so far I done hasn't so the screenshot that captures Starcraft; Brood War (nerd battle cry) Bring it on bitch.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-113591039487552981?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/113591039487552981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=113591039487552981' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/113591039487552981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/113591039487552981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/12/yahvol-starcraft.html' title='Yahvol! Starcraft'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-113484018995741193</id><published>2005-12-17T09:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-17T11:43:29.363-08:00</updated><title type='text'>So for the last time who are you? "Im a hot dog maker..." And what is that? That's and IED sweeper</title><content type='html'>Long time no post. I wouldn't really bother posting much anyway hell i wouldnt realy bother doing much stuff if I was on campus. Yesterday, Thursday, in the news it emerged (supposedly) that Iraqi (again iraqi, by which the mean either the kurdish battalion or that special cops battalion of shiites that the green berets are training) troops caught mussab al-zarqawi a year ago in the second "sweep" of fallujah. The questioned him and with no idea who he was let him go. I have a pretty good scenario of how everything plaid out. Iraqi troops are like "So who are u haji dawg?"&lt;br /&gt;...Zarqawi "Im a hot dog maker.." IT -"Ok you can go, but no seriosly who are you." Zarqawi "This is no the hot dog maker youree lookin forr." IT. "Okay u can go."&lt;br /&gt;To add to all the more increasing possible uses of an F-22, the air force has now rolled out the &lt;a href="http://www.defensetech.org/archives/001984.html"&gt;F-22   Fighter/Attack/Recon/Cargo/Electronic&lt;/a&gt; -- Electronic for that it can be as a functioning anti IED platform, the scourge of USA troops in Iraq? Super stealth fighters patroling the highways and urban cities of IRAq for IEDS? Now thats a use ofa  150$ million platform. Just buy the damn thing, its so overtly worth it the other major players in 5gen fighter market would might as well give up, them F-22s are crazy things.&lt;span style="width: 557px; float: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="width: 557px; float: right; margin-top: 7px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="width: 557px; float: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="width: 557px; float: right; margin-top: 7px;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-113484018995741193?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/113484018995741193/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=113484018995741193' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/113484018995741193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/113484018995741193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/12/so-for-last-time-who-are-you-im-hot.html' title='So for the last time who are you? &quot;Im a hot dog maker...&quot; And what is that? That&apos;s and IED sweeper'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-113353266267276620</id><published>2005-12-02T05:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-12-02T16:40:11.040-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Spetsnaz squirrels haji pinkies and myspace blows</title><content type='html'>Hmmm while mostly ignored in the news, typical hospital diarheea drug is getting more resistant well even more resistant to antiobiotics. Which leads me to say if bird flue aint gona kill us (most likely it will not, any type of stupid news fads such as overreporting on bird *&amp;#@*$# flu leads most f the time to the scare been rather shallow.  However what is more dangerous is the proliferation of common bacteria that are becoming more resistant to the most powerfullest of antiobiotics today, and their place of habitat is even more troubling somewhere they shouldnt be; hospitals. In todays post the bacteria which was id:ed was Clostridium Difficile. While it isnt overtly lethal as ebola (80-90% kill rate depending on which strain, well the lethal ones with the less lethal dropping down to the 50s but thx god so far its contained to the jungles of africa and the monkeys that are carriers, for that kind of things its pretty hard to jump to a strain type that likes other continents and isnt so overtly lethal that it kills ppl before it has a chance to spread.) or other crazy things the amount of diff types of common easily treatable or until the near future shrugged as insignificant in threat may become worse for hospitals are extremely bad regarding cleanliness and as well as patients who take antibiotics for common cold (what dumbasses.)  The thing is that unlike predicted by biological knowledge of today life (i define that as things that make copies of self thus viruses fall into that cat 2.) is rugged and adapatable and it can pull of crazy stuff that our stupid dogmas of "laws" that we learned in schools and believe in that by them is how nature should behave and should be constrained in its actions, see the things is for all those laws theres so much more that isnt known. Okay hard part, viruses bacteria and stuff like that, theyre adapatble to new antibiotics, not as much by the randomness principle but by something that isnt really discovered but maybe of the form of quantum evolution (Also a book by that name that I read and is good but public is stupid thus new york times bestseller didnt highlight that book thus ny times is stupid and must be fucking pulverized among with the rest of the country through rigourous tests determing who are biologically sufficient (special forces grade) to remain alive and worth living. ok back to book) For one thing that are rather weird is how a tubercullosis (tb) bacteria managed to develop resistance to all 4 known antibiotics that can treat it, 1 may make sense 2 is kinda pushing it but 4?!?! theres more to play then just random gene shuflling. Heres another heavyweight to throw at u u dogmatic simple minded bigots. There was a Test in which two diff types of E. Coli bacteria were used. In one of them the bacteria type could digest a certain type of starch, and while the other couldnt but had that starch type available around it. The guy who ran the experiment found that the starving e.coli had a 3.8% higher rate of mutation then the non starvin one toward to be able to digest that starch piece. The big thing theres only one gene that needs to be "switched" to be able to digest that starch. Sounds miniscule but thats a wedge against just random evolution. Evolution may also be guided on the molecular level which could also as easy explain the beginnings of life (interesting question is whether theres a pattern in the lwas of the universe as if thing organize in similar patterns in different levels of "complexity" do some things in the universe have tendency to replicate themselves or is a particle such as an electron when "moving" across time -space continuum contionuosly replicating itself? what exactly is an electron and for how it moves well haha jumpin into quantum physics is another time) as well as fend of the dumb unimaginative creationist (well on a certain level they're more imaginative then scientists at some points for at least they can envision a different cause albeit one that makes no sense, ah nvm, scientists jst love to stick to their dogmas and beliefs and contionuosly make love to them . So it boils down 2 that evolution can guide itslef, and life can start out of nowhere due 2 quantum effects. I wouldnt be suprised that even in extreme volatile environments u would be able to find instances of whatever the heell theses kind of life would be replicating and going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It seems like Russian squirels have gone the way of the population since the soviet union fell. Heres a funyn story from &lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/4489792.stm"&gt;BBC&lt;/a&gt;. Another story is that dirty hajis are takin pinkies (methamphetamine) in order to get mowed down by .50 cals and other tank assortments while standing in front of tanks and firing their aks. Practical uses very few besides launching the dirty dunis into superhuman psychosis and runin around and getting shot massively. If those dirty bastards hd military training they could make more use of that drug but since they're hajis mow em &lt;a href="http://www.mirror.co.uk/news/tm_objectid=16433322&amp;method=full&amp;amp;siteid=94762&amp;headline=exclusive--iraq-fanatics--kill-pill-name_page.html"&gt;down&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All the cones are stolen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also myspace is really a big desuchi fest. Its horribly made constantly down for "maintanence" problems and the guy who started is a really creepy guy (who probably started it so just he can get pictures of young girls/boys, fucking pedophile. possibly.) and looks like hes a really creepy guy and does really creepy stuff such as start and make myspace for one.&lt;br /&gt;I have a myspace, and I have to confess for otherwise other emersoniate deuchtrons will come knockin on my blog with charges of hypocracy altho I prefer to log on very sparsely over the course of the month. However some of the people u can find there are rather hilarious. For once I somehow found possibly the wiggiest of all wiggers on it. Such a fuckin suburban deuchiteen wigger. Shoot im!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to keep together with my rhetoric and tendency of crazy and insanity postings but not now, but, there is no such thing as a bad conscript.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Haha, I got myself one of em mach3 razors. Them reel nice cause them got like 3 razors and Im 50cent and Im gona rap about how i got myself a razor with 10 blades and diamonds and bling bling and zing and how its colored purple. (50cent is 15 ruble in russia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/europe/4489792.stm"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-113353266267276620?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/113353266267276620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=113353266267276620' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/113353266267276620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/113353266267276620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/12/spetsnaz-squirrels-haji-pinkies-and.html' title='Spetsnaz squirrels haji pinkies and myspace blows'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-113271506909650003</id><published>2005-11-22T19:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T11:18:12.113-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Im not sick therefore i m happy, im happy therefore i must not be sick</title><content type='html'>Finished Imperial Grunts as well as "An intimate history of killing"., as well as Resisting Rebellion:The history and politics of counterinsurgency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm . &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/gp/product/0963869574/103-9527953-7532625?v=glance&amp;n=283155&amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;amp;%5Fencoding=UTF8&amp;v=glance"&gt;Hajis&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm really sick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im tired.&lt;br /&gt;an hour later...&lt;br /&gt;Im really sleepy. 2 tylenol pills. Lost and Invasion might have to wait. oh well. this culture is empty. people only work so much and spend so much because their lives are empty, they are empty. trying to drown out their own insignificance. because they dont produce anything creative and their mostly ordinary dronin cubicle lives make them feel insignificant. stupid feedoff culture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait also before i go to sleep. That dumbass who shot an assault rifle while walking backwards in a mall and only wounding one person seriosly is a total dumbass. What kind of jackass would trade off the rest of the life for 80 years of getting assraped in jail just for killing possibly one person. I can understand that you've been abused as a little kid as so on but if you're going to go down nuke like some fukin city and kill a shitloada of people before you go down in suicide or something cause honestly you're a fucking asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also to that hot teacher who had sex with her 14year old student, she's a really hot milf, and it would be nice if I was that lucky bastard., damn my life blows so much right now. That im reduced to bitching about it on a blog. jesus christ youre a fuckin hypocrite. waht ahppened to fukin god or jebus. fuckin happyness. everybdoy can just go infuckand outfuck themselves infuck. &lt;a href="http://www.sptimes.com/2005/11/22/Tampabay/No_jail_time_for_Lafa.shtml"&gt;Hot&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sptimes.com/2005/11/22/Tampabay/No_jail_time_for_Lafa.shtml"&gt; milf.    @!!!!!!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;hmmm....fuck this underline. will it stop underlining. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;How ironic. fuckfgoiangaqgjlafp9askf  unerlingindasanar,askfdua ohra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="text-decoration: underline;"&gt;&lt;span style=";font-family:arial;font-size:100%;"  &gt;Anger management is on today. How ironic. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-113271506909650003?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/113271506909650003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=113271506909650003' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/113271506909650003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/113271506909650003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/11/im-not-sick-therefore-i-m-happy-im.html' title='Im not sick therefore i m happy, im happy therefore i must not be sick'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-113208695826602397</id><published>2005-11-15T12:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-17T07:43:06.926-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonna be a weapons nerd!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.hkpro.com/oicwsoldier.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.hkpro.com/oicwsoldier.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Of all the different nerds that I could be or all diff geeks I could be I wonna be a weapons nerd. So when people talk shit to me I'll kill em. That rite. kill em.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God. Im still saying jackass of myself. I missed 24%, 24%!!!!! something that would've brought me up to a 94% because I forgot to write continuous for max and min theorem, and it required to write carefully, and two problems worth 16% from a section that I didnt cover to well when I studied and if I shifted 1-2 hours to that section, they weren't anything you must think about too much just basic know how applying, I coulda now be celebrating, god Im such a jackass. 70% on my third exam. -16% just for 2 problems from the prelast section that I didnt cover very well. Fuck Calculus! Is B+ still possible in this shithole of a class? A couple of hw, worksheets quizes and another test and a final to go. D so far in Calculus by my grade weighed on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;If there's one thing that spell check always pissed me off about is that it always found my name to be spelled wrong, Vadim Korotkikh. Vadim?! U sure its not Vader or Vitim or some other crap, Yahoo even managed to turn my last name into a suggestible Critic. What the hell is Korotkikh, ebonics? ragheadaphonics?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yay, about time USA starts using those &lt;a href="http://www.worldtribune.com/worldtribune/05/front2453690.046527778.html"&gt;UAVs &lt;/a&gt;to escort convoys and whack IEDs planters and dirty raghead snipers. Hellfires? What the hell. Overkill, plus those damn UAVs depened on ground forces for their targets. What happened to having UAVs detect identify and whack targets on their own ahead of approaching convoys or just on patrols overhead of major used roads? Why hasnt the damn Syrian and IRAn border been sealed yet? Sealin it off with a fortification line of sorts (like the one constructed by the French in Algier in the 50's to seal of its border with another shity country, forgot its name, where the guerrilas would have a ops base) would greatly easen up the burden for the troops policing the insides of iraq as the number of trained weapon experts and snipers would decrese. There was a rumor a while ago whether Iraq had a sniper school somewhere in the country for dirty dunis, but it makes lot more sense for ppl to be trained in like Syria or Iran!? duh..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-113208695826602397?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/113208695826602397/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=113208695826602397' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/113208695826602397'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/113208695826602397'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/11/i-wonna-be-weapons-nerd.html' title='I wonna be a weapons nerd!!!!'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-113193285758138496</id><published>2005-11-13T17:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T18:02:26.683-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Take back Ukraine and make it bad again</title><content type='html'>Ukraine for some insane reason decided to run all of it's TV shows in Ukranian in an attempt to make the other 50% of the population (russians) who dont speak no damn ukraine, (kief? whatever those dirty orange revolution injuns called it, it is still kiev!!!) start to learn to speak that damn Ukraine. USA for reasons already complied to its rather smaller Mexican minority (lot less then 50% of the population, unless you at some point start including Mexico as 51st state) allowing Mexican to be 2nd official language. Ukraine needs to be taken back by force, blood and tanks into Russia. Or Russian Federation, I dont care whether Ukraine speak people of Ukraine consider themselves as an independent country, they're still a damn province of Russia and needs to be shown how to know it's place. For what reason are Russian troops fighting in Chechnya when they can support their bretheren in that traitorous Ukraine and invaded and take it back to it's rightfull owners and masters, the Kremlin. Of all the countries that were let go during the Soviet break up, Ukraine? What kind of vodka was Yeltsin drinking, moonshine? Ukraine is not even Ukranian anymore it's Russian, and all that investment that went into that damn piece of land, it must be reappropriated!!!&lt;br /&gt;Also, word verification as well as comment moderation is turned off. Run amock you dirty runtin injun savages!&lt;br /&gt;Top ten chicks &lt;a href="http://www.yesbutnobutyes.com/archives/2005/11/top_ten_lady_li_1.html"&gt;makeouts &lt;/a&gt;!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-113193285758138496?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/113193285758138496/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=113193285758138496' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/113193285758138496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/113193285758138496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/11/take-back-ukraine-and-make-it-bad.html' title='Take back Ukraine and make it bad again'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-113164204634069666</id><published>2005-11-10T08:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-10T09:00:46.340-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Wow, caffeinated gum. Hehe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.morozov.com.ua/images/t84l.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.morozov.com.ua/images/t84l.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://store1.yimg.com/I/xoxide_1871_3525311"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://store1.yimg.com/I/xoxide_1871_3525311" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man I think Im becomming a caffeine addict. Dude, I already two chewed caffeinated gum pieces today, when I was studying for my calc test tommorow at UMD library. Caffeine gum!!! And that's after I had my daily morning coffee. And that's before (well now already) I drank my energy drink (double shot of Red Bull), well Im drinking it now already. This is not good is it? "Luke come over to the dark side...No Ill never join...You don't understand luke do you, the dark side of coffee...hehehehe he"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-113164204634069666?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/113164204634069666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=113164204634069666' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/113164204634069666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/113164204634069666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/11/wow-caffeinated-gum-hehe.html' title='Wow, caffeinated gum. Hehe'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-113116072392718600</id><published>2005-11-07T13:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-08T12:44:51.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Tut tut, do you want to</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.panzerbaer.de/types/pix/f_mbt_amx_leclerc-006.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.panzerbaer.de/types/pix/f_mbt_amx_leclerc-006.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's a patented way of making soldiers obey to pretold commands of smell by shocking them. Shock collar + smell collar + preinstructed commands = &lt;a href="http://www.newscientist.com/article.ns?id=dn8282"&gt;pavlov the grunt&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit, those dirty othercountry injuns are &lt;a href="http://www.newsday.com/news/nationworld/world/sns-ap-france-rioting,0,2062000.story?coll=ny-top-headlines"&gt;rioting &lt;/a&gt;in France. Somebody for French dignity sakes call in the tanks!! Call em in. That wont solve jackshit of problems in long term but call em in!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey I can possibly get an Ipod, and run around, and listen to Franz Ferdinand, and Rammstein and Du Hast remix, and Links and then ThE KiLlErS. At the end of this semester. AT least I got a B+ on my history written assignment which I in the last day crammed and piled together whatever things I could pull together. I was definetly surprised because in the discussion when that was due, going over it all our TA just went over things that I thought I didn't include there. I use Soviet sparignly tho. Soviet failed in Emerson because of Leo. Soviet just became something of a 24/7 spaz jerk fest, making it into walmart. Im trying to keep Soviet the elite of all, something that jumps out of air and shouts in Soviet accent to shock troop sturm verghern the front. Use sparingly. And on the note of things like verghen, how the hell do you pronounce those stupid crazy names the damn Swedes give to their planes. Gruppen, Grippen, Grupefrugfragstaugnemcampfugen?! Something of a subject I laugh at with my friends. Swedes as those that have the Nobel prize for some reason, and Ikea, something that over and over keeps saving hungover students. I had an Economics test this week. I studied any time I could, and read the damn book chapters several times over, but damn the test was one of most irritating to take. I knew what stuff the question were talking about, but the way they were phrased it was like of something of a novelty torture device in Abu-Ghraib, "Suppose Firm A wants to make a dominat decision regarding the market -- a) Firm A can go for dominant and ingore whenether Firm B would do same, but not ignore if Firm B considers Firm A's decision but half care whether Firm A should consider what Firm B would if it didnt consider answer a.&lt;br /&gt;b) What the fuck is this.&lt;br /&gt;c) What are you talking about, Im "reading" playboy&lt;br /&gt;d) The moon is white not red or Chinese.&lt;br /&gt;The way I put it to some people I talk there to, is whether A cares but cares not to care but cares if B cares, but chooses to care whether A cares but doesnt but chooses your mom. So fucking annoying. I think Ill get same as I did in first test (77%), around in the 70-80s. Damn Economists. Theres one thing of you all not giving a straight answer, theres another of not giving a straighforward question or answer.&lt;br /&gt;So yes. Next week I have another History exam, and my third Calculus test. So I'll be busy crunching practice problems this weekend. Holy shit it's 4th of November. Damnit I hate myself. What happened to this year. Damn that dirty leg dancing of hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, if don't know if I put it up, but that movie Domino from my point of view sucked ass balls. I dont know why the hell we all didnt walk out on it. It was no better described then what was said in the movie itself, "a retarded ferret on meth" but for around two hours. God, the retarded sounding lines of "I'm a bounty hunter", and just the awfull gun battle scene in the end (I knew that dirty Afghani duni haji was gona muji out) which made no sense to point when cops on a police chopper start firing a SAW into a really fucked up gunfight inbetween casino owners and the mob and SWAT, and just so retarded. Dont ever go near that movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-113116072392718600?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/113116072392718600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=113116072392718600' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/113116072392718600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/113116072392718600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/11/tut-tut-do-you-want-to.html' title='Tut tut, do you want to'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-113089397864205443</id><published>2005-11-01T17:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-02T19:28:48.570-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are crazy christians worth more alive or dead.</title><content type='html'>SO far I abided by my little unofficial rule, whatever manages to get put up on my blog stays there. Something funny happened today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How crazy are these crazy christians. They're already chrazy enough to believe that god created this and that (bullshit) in spite of scientific evidence, and explanations that are also as relevant from explaining on how old the earth is to how does that microwave work in their fukin houses as they're cookin their damn christ foods inc. They like overturning evolution or &lt;a href="http://www.popsci.com/popsci/science/806ffb24a5f27010vgnvcm1000004eecbccdrcrd/8.html"&gt;critisizing &lt;/a&gt;it. Im just wondering, does the marginal cost of dead crazy christians outweigh the cost of em being alive. Basicaly if these people are let to live and runk amock and sew chaos on the educational system does the long term damage (in $) of them being alive and able to do all that shit outweigh the longterm benefits (somebody find at least one) of them being alive. Some economist guy proposed that shooting hackers dead would solve a problem of shitty internet as well as id theft (well some of it) for a dead hacker is minus $100 million detriment to the economy he/she would've otherwise created. Should crazy christian ppl also be shot dead, they aint that beneficial to economy, besides being more willing to fight wars overseas for shallow reasons.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-113089397864205443?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/113089397864205443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=113089397864205443' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/113089397864205443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/113089397864205443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/11/are-crazy-christians-worth-more-alive.html' title='Are crazy christians worth more alive or dead.'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-113045313261146445</id><published>2005-10-27T15:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T18:32:19.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damnit, Peanut butter is running out</title><content type='html'>I wonna hear Du hast in  tank.&lt;br /&gt;Umm, no V-22 bell osprey was a chopper project thats been going on for 20years +. So far it had only like 3 crashes out which which a bored media made a shitloada deal out of but so far its moving along. Biggest problem is the stress the metal endures when the rotors switch from chopper to "plane" mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its weird to joke around with College students on the subject of alcohol. Even when on topic of chess. Like theres this version of chess game where u drink diff types of alcohol as u lose pieces or take em, movin up in quality as u move up from pawns to king. Long island iced tea is queen and king is moonshine as i remember. I should stop playin continuum in that lounge. But then again what am i supposed to do, say random shit (I think thats what you did most of Emerson, yooouurrr face!!!!!) .  Drink when u play, drink every move. For homecountry. Am i Crazy. Im from homecountry, homecountry will shout for motherrussia, rob itself, rob others then waive fists and invade random 2nd to 3rd world country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Will these voices shut the fcuk up. fcuk fuck. Stupid fashion brands. I wona light shit up sometimes, just wona fire off a buncha rounds above ur fukin heads. Light shit up really nice, lite it up, haha, Im reall going crazy. I dont like military, cause u can like lite shit and people up but u have to take orders. What happened to permession granted to light shit up by self. From what I read recently at least in the army u get to chose to wheere u wona go into. Hopefuly that means armored corps, so I can get into those M1a2's SE (tusks). See the thing is in tanks at some point u stop carin about radio comm. That means I can listen to Burn motherfuker burn while really burning motherfukin shit down. Well I guess u still have to care about comm but it wouuld be just like the stormie in the death star, my fukin comm is down. I bet im just talkin so much shit. Fuck for most likely I wouldn never shoot anyone dead if not without a damn fukin good reason (my survival). I would just like 98% other pussies shoot above heads. What did I think or theorize that was about. Oh yea just caryin out male to male idiocity in ways of gunfire. Im the alfa male,haha. The crazy ones 2% ones are ones who dont give a shit and shoot for dead even without proffesional military kill on instict training. I think Iread they're the ones who were bullied or got into playground fights when they were small. Hehe, at some point once realizin that that dirty haji in middle east is no different from a dirty suburbunite in Bethesda, Fairfax or any other part of USA. No mater from where, theyll still forget ur another human being if its beneficial to them.&lt;br /&gt;Quote unquote "hi kids, u like violence, u like to see me stick some shit into my eyes"&lt;br /&gt;Fopr hell i dont even like to the though of punching in face. Well when Im chilled. Hey now lets get angry. What did people do when they didnt have guns. Such a noble innovation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lets see today.&lt;br /&gt;Coffee-cup&lt;br /&gt;Full throttle doubleshot at 8am&lt;br /&gt;Ouhaa (i dont even know) bar 10am. Workout f**ed up cause I started crashin around 1pm.&lt;br /&gt;I thought up something funny today. Ill take yo moma for a soviet lube oil change.&lt;br /&gt;HAHAHA&lt;br /&gt;Those ouhaa. I dont know its some weird energy bar that I now like. My friend got it when he planed to tire me out by like walking 8 miles around dc so I wouldnt play games at his house through the nite. It worked. Those things are likethe only other thing then energy ddrinks, but in food categorie that I require for continuous op. I dont know. I think Im getting into better shape. My leg and upper body strength definetly improved, and like for the first 2-3 weeks when I regularly worked out I lost like 10 pounds. Now Im gainin em back. Still a skinny sucka though.&lt;br /&gt;God I must be really full of shit. I wonder how many ppl hold that opinion. I kinda half care, but then I just dream out to lightin shit up. I wonder how many ppl who read this blog think that. Why the hell do I even go of on this tangent. (Hey I used the work tangent , Im really smart -- Jake )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Those f-22s are crazy tho. Cost like 200 mill$ a piece but they seem definetly worth it. Radar range can pick stuff up at 320 miles +. That really good. How many nerds and geeks who were made outcasts by this fucking jock soviet worked on that project. A hell lota. If like USA gets a turmoily and I somehow idiotically end up in the armed branches Ill get a chance to lite some sad jock ass upp. Burn down fukin gucci armani and those shithole stores. Like burn down georgetown for reasons to hear 20000 college prepie biggots scream as they're losing their precious fake fashionistic sense of identity. Scream bitches scream.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-113045313261146445?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/113045313261146445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=113045313261146445' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/113045313261146445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/113045313261146445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/10/damnit-peanut-butter-is-running-out.html' title='Damnit, Peanut butter is running out'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-113042675143744241</id><published>2005-10-27T08:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-27T08:25:51.443-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop doing that</title><content type='html'>Shit I was going to say something. What was I going to say. Oh wait her legs, her lips. Kisin em slowly to this song. I think iwas going to say something else. Damit I know that that aint going to work out. Man Im in shitty situation right now.Yes I have not written anything in a while, to no surprise. But people shouldnt care. Haha.One thing, that Barnes Noble pisses me of, teh one at Bethesda at least, for one shitty military section, and a half decent science section. I'll have to go back there sometime tho, possibly today. Also that 7/11 there sucks too. FOr energy drink reasons. Now I think I've managed to no great feat accomplishment to restorre blog to normal. Most of the problems were probably cause by my lack of right response management. Well Jake did shit on my blog, but Jake also shits on himself like a little shithead. THe thing is an creature that jizzes, eats and shits on self. Well enough why Jake is a piece of shit. That aint the worst tho. That thing keeps on getting itself in middle of social groups that do not welcome it and annoys the groups with its stench, retarded behaviour and the way that thing puts of every piece of shit it says as a fact. It (Jake) is also really fat.My life is going nowhere. Besides dragging myself awake every morning to go to college. However my Calculus lectures are not always boring despite that I have to get up at 830 am for em. That girl has such nice legs. Man I think I spend yesterdays lecture , maybe half or more thinking of how I would kiss em slowly and slowly move up from the legs up...mmmmmmWith this attitude nothing will ever get anywhere. But those legs...That is how u learn math in Soviet Rusia. (with soviet accent)That may explain why on those nasa test runs of placin like 6-7 astronauts in similated quarters of a rocket to mars for like 6 months the Russians in the end were seperated from the rest of the crew by a physical &lt;a href="http://www.newscientistspace.com/article.ns?id=dn8195"&gt;barrier&lt;/a&gt;.If that Gujarat monkey was, never mind that Dirty indian whore was Derek. Stupid muderfuker (Indian accent)I was dissapointed on Saturday that abc decided to run air force 1 movie instead of lost and invasion reruns. I missed those on wednesday! With intention to watch the reruns on Saturday.Although I have to add, if anyone still thinks that I have any shit dealing with animal porn, or other porn that rubarjarjat gutjatjatnbajerNever mind, heres dereks demand. He says it wasnt him, when i randomly asked him yesterday. ..It really seems like him, but if it oddly enough it wasnt him that would be mostly odd."&lt;br /&gt;Dear SirI am perhaps unclear in when I ask for drawings I mean only those drawings of the girls from your upper school. The drawings of sex with girls and animals. I am also a friend of drawings of war but not space war. Please sir it is difficult to get pictures of drawings of gilrs having the sex at my upper school so please for me to post them. And sir how I can please to post my drawings to the The Foreigner Points. Thank you amny times and please to hurry with the drawings I have asked for one two times.Gujat Rajanibar"&lt;br /&gt;That is Derek, and thats what he asked for. Im not surprised that Derek asked for that.However I have to set a bunch of things clear ffrom my jumbled response to that. I dont have any of that shit. The only chicks I ever drew naked (well redrew) were those chicks from Stuff magazine, as well as some chicks from the USA olympics team (I think it was only one). And it was a long time ago.. (I wonder how many bastards will now pleasure themselves to ideas of either Carmen Electra naked or those famed olympian chicks naked. Hmm I think one of those olympians actually went fo playboy. )&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....Carmen electra naked. Must cut next centence short.&lt;br /&gt;Does anybody know why I like war. Its the smell of it I think. Not even the smell Of Napalm, but just all the shit goes around u when ure in war, in fightin. Man Marines suck, those bastards just want a buncha dumbass motherfukin 18yr olds so they can make dumb ass cheap Malaysian whore bangin thing s out em that are later on set into shitzones and waste everything that moves. Damn drivin a tank. If I go into army I wona like be in tank. hmm drivin or shootin. Thats the problem with games they overhype expectations, but once you start shootin or hear shootin or drive while shootin its all fucking good. Being a gunner in abrams, kaching boom boom boom, then fire up the 50. I think you can remote control 50's now on the Abramses. God those tank crews must sometimes lite up hajis by the hundreds. I wonder what the site is when u use he-frag rounds on buncha hajis.But then the best of em all is flying. It would just like, I'' bomb ur candyass muthafukin bitch, Ill bomb ur candy ass motherfuckin bitch. Hmm The thrill of pullin Gs while screamin overhead buncha dead hajis.Aawwwwwwsooooooomeeeeeeeee.&lt;br /&gt;I also saw some retarded book on the subject of that wars degrade and corrupt society.My comment on that. Keep wastin as many people as possible.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-113042675143744241?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/113042675143744241/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=113042675143744241' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/113042675143744241'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/113042675143744241'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/10/stop-doing-that.html' title='Stop doing that'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-113011575727271821</id><published>2005-10-23T17:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T18:02:37.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The piece of shitt people</title><content type='html'>It seems like there's sometimes way to many full of shit people in this world. Sometimes too many times everyone likes to forget that the ones around aren't human when it's useful for personal self benefit. That fucker who dicked around on my blog, (Jake), is fairly high on full of shit list. Here's an explanation what he is. He is just a horrible person, who while not constantly shitting on himself, trying to rpg, eat, shit on sellf (also jizz on self), and being a dirty piece of shit likes to classify other people around him that makes himself significant in his own mind (Not yet been proven, since it's not likely to be falsifiable Jake's mind will suffer the same fate as the Designer theory of the universe (dumb ful of shit christians) probably not in existence. Jake's mind is a possible theory. Haha) Well hes ful of shit.&lt;br /&gt;Now for some other &lt;a href="http://www.indiadaily.com/editorial/10-03f-04.asp"&gt;people &lt;/a&gt;ful of shit. I laugh at the dut people. Since when the fuck do they talk shit. Dumb motherduters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who else is ful of shit. Politicians, smartasses, philosphers obviously (well da, what else are they composed of)  shitheads, other shitheads, bigots, smartasses, and those dumbasses who assumed that China has shitty stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-113011575727271821?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/113011575727271821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=113011575727271821' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/113011575727271821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/113011575727271821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/10/piece-of-shitt-people.html' title='The piece of shitt people'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112966376897834044</id><published>2005-10-18T12:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-21T05:28:21.050-07:00</updated><title type='text'>91 on my second calculus test.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/pmj6/tless1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.geocities.com/pmj6/tless1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shiut sorry max, I tried to fix comment problem by takin off ur just created id. Put it back on, and comment problem hasnt been fixed yet. What the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I repeat I cannot fix the no comment problem. It seems the blog is locked on post for members only. THis is very problematic and I havent been able to solve it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mk23.image.pbase.com/u21/ded_mozai/upload/9798067.spetsnaz_101.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all. I got that much on my 2nd calculus test. what pisses me half of is that I coulda gotten +6-7 more points. Barggghhhhhhhhh.&lt;br /&gt;Heres a bad combination before a test, two cups of coffee, and a double shot of sobe no fear energy drink. My heart was pumping like crazy for the first 30 minutes of the test.&lt;br /&gt;I walk up to this girl and just go like Hey, whatsup, what did you get on the calculus test. She just keeps looking over her test paper and then walks away with her friend. What the fuck. That made so little sense. Did it get out that im only 16?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AS for that tank &lt;a href="http://www.geocities.com/pmj6/vehicles.htm"&gt;picture&lt;/a&gt;. Seems a far more accurate depiction of t-95. Im confused over the rather larger number of crew, 5?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Max get the fuk off my blog!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About time u morons. Physicists now (well some) that dark matter may not exist after &lt;a href="http://www.space.com/scienceastronomy/051010_dark_matter.html"&gt;all&lt;/a&gt;. Its seems that making up random shit to explain gaps from what is observed and what is predicted by a 400 year old laws is falling out of fashion, well sort of.My stomach hurts.Why the hell does this day have to end like this. Once again this week I got into a fight with my mom after she kept breaking me down over what my test score was. Why the fuck do you have to do it like that. God damnit, there goes my planned study for test. If I fail this test, its not my fault, but its yours u fucking fuckers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112966376897834044?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112966376897834044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112966376897834044' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112966376897834044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112966376897834044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/10/91-on-my-second-calculus-test.html' title='91 on my second calculus test.'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112961008352074701</id><published>2005-10-17T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-18T08:09:31.546-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Drums of War Beat</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;p&gt;From the desk of Vice Admiral Isaac Maxwell Kleckner,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Under the provisional authority granted to myself by Vadim Korotkikh owner and operator of The Foreigner Point, I do hereby impose upon this blog a state of marshal law. Reader comments have been temporarily suspended until order can be restored. In addition to those who have perpetrated great injustices on this blog and the blogs of others just because you were wronged dose not give you the right to terrorize others, as Socrates said "Injustice begets injustice" thus it is duty of you the individual to try to resolve injustice not spread it like a melted 3 Musketeers bar. Furthermore let me say that this is battle that will be fought in the heats and mind of the people and thus it is battle you have already lost for you can not expect to become a hero striking from the shadows. You shall soon realize the irreparable damage you have caused to both your dignity and your academic career after that stunt you pulled on Bagley’s blog. Finally I would like to say that the coalition between Mindless Blather, The Foreigner Point and myself will remain vigilant in the face of opposition and will act as one to thwart the evil that plagues us all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Respectfully,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vice Admiral Isaac Maxwell Kleckner&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;And an add from me, for I was very fucking busy with my internet calculus homework yesterday. Go fuck yourself with your gosubot computer, Jake, you probably can outgoogle google in the massive searching for porn that you do! fuckfucking fucker.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Vadim&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112961008352074701?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112961008352074701/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112961008352074701' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112961008352074701'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112961008352074701'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/10/drums-of-war-beat.html' title='The Drums of War Beat'/><author><name>strike force delta</name><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-11803075.post-112826943876047585</id><published>2005-10-07T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-07T20:26:37.003-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another brick to this wall</title><content type='html'>Holy shit this week is over. And in ways it was a hugely up down week, today angry, tomoroow tryinn to get throught the day, more anger, pain, then weird happiness, stupid movie that wasnt stupid but people dont get "The History of Violence" I got it, but my friends life experience didnt really get em to pay attention to stuff I was focused upon, so we all walked out before it ended. Damn hormones, up/down like insanity. No wonder I drink energy drinks, weirdly enough they chill you out, or cancel out ur hormones or something. Here it comes again, urhgaghm, then 40 ft by franz ferdinand, which by my point of view could make a fairly good cinematic for starcraft song. Just have like a weird comparisson of battle sounds and then going inside marines armor cockpit and hearing calm "40ft so and so..." Its weird on Thursday I just listened to my old soft stuff again. For no reason, just went back to likes of franz ferdinand , some dave mathews and some jocky sucker like music of the killers.&lt;br /&gt;I dont like how stuff is turning out in iraq. Dont look like good for anyone. My take is at some point itll just become something that no one wants to really deal with, and some weird rogue element of middle east region but also to renegade for the rest of the world. There mite be strange and random alliances between other countries but it wont be anything that  USA would be proud of to have on its record, and the opec countries in mideast would be really ticked of at usa for that rogue" faction"&lt;br /&gt;Im gona create another blog. Not under soviet. Good luck tryin to find it. Once i get around to it.&lt;br /&gt;Only on the &lt;a href="http://news.yahoo.com/s/nm/20051006/wr_nm/qaeda_jobs_dc;_ylt=AsKwitEqpQO1WpOEwI9CYFgIRboF;_ylu=X3oDMTA4ZnRnZjhkBHNlYwMxNjk1"&gt;www&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I keep adding stuff to this thing.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways my lower right part of back hurts, irritatingly, especially when I run. I have another calculus test on next friday, and I ate the wrong energy bar today. Im really starting to get addicted to those things. I really like that met-rx cookie dough stuff, its really good, plus theres nothing better around to eat then shitty taco bell fast food, or nothing better that is within like 5min walking. Plus it has a better ratio of proteins to calories.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note to self, somehow obtain this book David Galula's&lt;i&gt; Counterinsurgency Warfare: Theory and Practice&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sptimes.com/2005/10/04/Business/Strategic_control__by.shtml"&gt;intel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Google is sucking up to China. Shouldnt US congress put a tax or a ban on efficient and streamlined private companies borne in USA and the western world to lend their efficiency machine to help china stiffle desent within itself. Everybody outside china knows commies suck, and are corrupt, its just that having western private companies with their efficiency and enginuity at accomplishing tasks to do what the chinese government wont be able to accomplish in 100 years is rather not really cool. &lt;a href="http://www.taipeitimes.com/News/front/archives/2005/10/04/2003274363"&gt;Bastards&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fcking calc &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/www.webassign.net"&gt;homework.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this stupid &lt;a href="http://www.billingsgazette.com/index.php?id=1&amp;amp;display=rednews/2005/10/01/build/business/47-college-students.inc"&gt;shit&lt;/a&gt; out. I'm not sure why these people do it, but in Soviet Russia, everybody get one Ak, and four different types of bullets. In a weird way those chicks would be little bit easier to score with tho. Having such a preference for dumb shit, makes it rather easier to do the "judo" thing on them. At least they work.&lt;br /&gt;Which aircraft was boeing using in its advertisement or for the aircraft in advertising bombing a mosque. Hmm just the V-22. Now the stupid joke of the day, was the V-22 a suicide bomber?&lt;br /&gt;Stupid Moslems. Dont they get the idea? Sooner or later Americans will get tired of their "barbaric" culture and just glass em. Those stupid savages keep demandin that we play gentle and by the geneva fucking "swiss" rules with them. Their culture took a downturn a while ago, so now they just barely keep their savagery afloat with the oil below their lazy asses. Note, im just critisizing those morons who go crazy about their fucking koran book. Theres no god, and same can be said for the evergrowing and enroaching number of crackchristians that believe that god exists, and that the sun goes around the earth, and that jesus is their true savior, damn those cockroaches as well.&lt;br /&gt;Heres the &lt;a href="http://seattletimes.nwsource.com/ABPub/2005/09/30/2002532395.jpg"&gt;pic&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;meanwhile all the alien shows suck balls. Excewpt for the real one...no one will ever know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112826943876047585?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112826943876047585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112826943876047585' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112826943876047585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112826943876047585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/10/another-brick-to-this-wall.html' title='Another brick to this wall'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112812711202893421</id><published>2005-09-30T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-30T17:38:32.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ramble, Bamble on the wall, how many shotgun shots have I fired of in all..</title><content type='html'>yay, now I can post in a while. Seems like blogger was getting maintanance so I couldnt get on for today. Friday and when Monday finishes will conclude my two week sort off exam period. I had a test on last Friday for my calculus which i must remind again, should I that I really flunked. I now understand the stuff, because I got an hour worth of explanation from a math grad student whose one of my moms friends. Explained it all, really nicely,it seems I never fully understood the concept of limit graph wise, as well as the tangent line limit, which hindered my understanding of the math concepts that followed that, but based of that original concept. Not that I didnt know the stuff the test was on, I either had a loose understandin or had a small space of practice and was really unsure of what whre how to apply. As well as the 6-x hours of sleep. I kept trying to wake the **** up. Coffee, redbull, double shot expresso from starbucks, and still I was really screwed up.  I had an econ test on thursday, my longest day of classes, during which i have all four from 9:30 to 430, so its a fairly exhaustin day. I think i also poped into the gym yesterday. Today was annoying because as usual I got up at 6, to "go" to my disc class for econ at 8am, (like what are we going to discuss, we havent done shit after test.) So I just skip it, but cause my mom would get pissed if I sleep late, I just go, and play retarded veritech game. then I found out I can install subspace continuum on the physics lounge comp, so I plaid that for another hour, so then instead of my planned 2hr workout it turned into 1. But its morning so I mean, its fairly hard to push yourself when you're sleepy. That girl in my calc, class turns out most likely has little interest in me. I think.. Should I add she reads the ny times. And physics liunge has a lota crazy weird people. Like our physics seniors have gotten a not really legal vendin machine int the small lounge room, to not very "legaly" dispence sodas (not legally basically coke and other corps dont get their profit fee or whatever they get from vendin machines dispensing their shit.", as well as have their sodas sold at underprice of other sodas on campus sold legally. So today it appeared like that somebody has been reachin in from the chute and stealing sodas from the 70'esque machine, s these 4-5 people were debating on the counter measure, from frag grenade, to army knife, to carbon paper? to scratch em. Somebody wanted the guy to be cut pretty badly. And another thing, somebody bored enough, (who somebody said probably doesnt get enought sex) has colored the water, red punch color, in the water "cooler" dispenser, well you kno one of those water machines with that bottle on top. Crazy physics students. Im pretty tired. My mom will take the keyboard, and mouse in like 30 minutes, so in my tired lazyness I will probably watch that cbs show threshold. which easily is a piece of shit and really annoys me to great fits of laughter. Ok heres how insanel absurd and retarded it is. I only bothered to watch like barely 15 min of it when I payed attention on when it came out, and in the ending, this special anti alien team was trying to capture this infected human dude in a factury, or lure these alien dna infected human dudes to this weird sound shit. So their capture team consists of two snipers on a roof. Two people in factory with sound device, and like 5 people in a van. Helllo.....?!?!?! We're tryin to capture aliens here who can like do weird shit, and jump out of a ship freighter swim across an ocean and appear at one of the speci team scientists houses, and thats the muscle you muster. Ok heres the retarded cast. The one weird human infected with alien dna who cant talk normal dude, is that freaky dude from "lost" who plaid that other guy who wasnt on the plane and wasnt on the plane list, when the fat guy with the number problem started doing a name check of all ppl on the island left from plane and found theres on extra. Then they have a guy who like intro stared for that shitty failure Star Trek enterprise as a future geneticist doctor. TO complete this mess of a failure they have a pathetic looking guy whose supposed to be what they call "ghost" when the government dont want their hands on it they hire an non-existend person to do their extreme shit for em. Pathetic.&lt;br /&gt;I havent bothered to watch Invasion from abc yet, but its turnin out to look the best of em all, cause I dont have to every minute point out how ridiculous this all is. iF anyone ever wants to make a decent show that makes sense, get a buncha crackheads or people who were really smart in their field, but became addicted to drugs, set em loose every filmin tryin to find their crack while tryin to pull of a role thei're supposed to play and thats gona influence how easily they get their crack. A picture of a buncha of human runin around like rats and sniffin and just doin shiit weirdly cracked outly right would be decent. Just like house, the guy is probably or nevermind hes not a real crackhead, and thats why they call that show a sleeper hit. Friends was only funny was because half of the cast was doin it, while the rest pretended. And we all laugher.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Except me. I hated that show. Still do. Stupid show, stupid friends. I spit upon it. Spit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112812711202893421?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112812711202893421/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112812711202893421' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112812711202893421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112812711202893421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/09/ramble-bamble-on-wall-how-many-shotgun.html' title='Ramble, Bamble on the wall, how many shotgun shots have I fired of in all..'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112778968083928353</id><published>2005-09-28T18:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-29T09:11:54.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I am pissed</title><content type='html'>What the fuck. An addition that deserves what the fuck. I got a 34 on this fucking calc test. What the fuck. Dont I understand these fucking limits already. Limits of how much shitty a math shit can be. Too bad I cant shoot the guy(s) who came up with this shit. Ironically the shotgun would be probably, or probably the design of the shotgun would utilize limits. Fuck. Fuck. What the fuck.&lt;br /&gt;Ok, today is wednesday. And so far, I took a makeup test for a hit-test from Friday the third day of classes, that I didnt yet have a book for to know what to study for, and eating any Taco Bell food before you workout, especially aerobically is not good. Heres what happens Im on a treadmill, and all of a sudden I start to tast something like blood on my lips. Thats what happens when you eat taco bell, and I guess it confirms that tacos are made out of dead mexicans. hehehe. Second thing, this girl sat next to me in my calc class. I wont elaborate, but i dont know, she coulda sat next to her friend. God shes kinda shy, well, but that didnt stop her from leaning over to my side. Should I shave my little moustache? I dont know, in a weird way it might make me look cute.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And whats profile views on blogger stats?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm....I had a really crazyily fucking insane dream. I dreamt that I had a really cool sniper rifle, just some fuckin futuristic rifle, and that I was like moving down the road that runs through like bethesda, chevy chase and down to dc, and shooting people, I think I had like a halo'esque armor suit, so I was basically invulnerable, and head shotin people with 30mm rail gun slug rounds, and blowing up cars, and using some kind of special thing on rifle to rip holes through buildings. mmmmmmmmm..................30mm railgun. Sovietish. Then other random conscript like people in bodyarmor on my sides blowing shit up, emptyin clips and rippin things through things. And other random things flying. But the other nice part were the tanks. Twin barrels mostly firing or running over stuff, and people, and stuff, and other stuff, and more people. then just blowing up shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/printFriendly/0,,1-2-1798944-2,00.html"&gt;http://www.timesonline.co.uk/printFriendly/0,,1-2-1798944-2,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aren't we all surprised.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112778968083928353?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112778968083928353/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112778968083928353' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112778968083928353'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112778968083928353'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-am-pissed.html' title='I am pissed'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112753353114295296</id><published>2005-09-23T20:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T09:20:07.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>After Calc Test.</title><content type='html'>I dont have agood feelin about this.&lt;br /&gt;In the other "news" ill refrain from postin korn on my blog. ppl misunderstand what my reazons are. Im not gooin with corn for like slittin shit and suicide, im jst a foreigner, who has diffuculty pickign the right ways of expressin self. so damnit, who the fuck would like fuckin thing i would commit suicide. WHAT THE FUCK. of all the things that roolled thru my mind, thats what just have a instictive repulsion too. my life may suck and be very irritating, but not to put things for the future, i just dont.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hehehe, now gona play counter strike at my friends house. friend, well he's max, good buddy. helped me out. man thursday was a realy fuckin shity as day. just to deal with so much shit, and say some shit too. but oh well. either bottled up inside, which is already enough or just blurt it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok this is annoying by 5am now, I still havent played any fuckin counter strike. welll i have but not decently, the game jerks back and forth, really shitty display or somethng, as if the scrn is masturbating with self. really anoying to play with. no lag, but dispplay problems&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to counter strike. dammnit most fo the night was spent in retarded battlefield 2 torture and some shit like that. just so fucking retarded. Atcually well. I played some cs when i got up, on umd server. which was funny. playing cs with my fellow collegiates. at one ponts theres was this room in which terrorist like 2 of em barricaded in. so when ppl lke pressed e to get in, the terrs on others side press it again and the door would close, close open, close open, so it was like door masturbation. It only worked one time, because it was like 2vs 2, bt from then it got sort of uneven. i used that thing that u can talk over the internet with a mic, so i was always like, go go go, whu aret u shootinm goo go go. go. Counter Strike is a really weird get away. Its fairly close to the world, with counter terrorists vs terrorists, but some weird but funny shit happens in there, well least the servers that I go to. the best part was when I jsut aldi back low, and the snuck through the lower door up to the higher door in the same building and flanked the ct from the back. still suck tho cause i daont play muuch. and battlefied 2 is actully pretty fun. nvm, if you play a small enough map, cause on larger maps I would just fukin waste time and annoying to ply. theres this raqi like map, urban combat, haji ppl vs usa. special forces there, kinda cool to play. i would just run, prone, and be like dut, im us army. army is kinda deushe. especially when they ahve this game whatever its called, us army or something i which if u frag an officer u go to hail, in a game. jail. god so fuckin turded in ways. man, my mom is getin bitchy again, when will u study. well I have a lota time, and i dont just won a fukin get stuck soemwhere. already bitchin out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112753353114295296?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112753353114295296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112753353114295296' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112753353114295296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112753353114295296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/09/after-calc-test.html' title='After Calc Test.'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112716543703590302</id><published>2005-09-19T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-21T10:46:10.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Na na na....</title><content type='html'>A short quirp. If Iran gets a nuclear bomb in 6months as israel says, would israel turn iraq into a melted down hot dog? I think 200 is enough to do that?&lt;a href="http://news.independent.co.uk/world/middle_east/article314029.ece"&gt;http://news.independent.co.uk/world/middle_east/article314029.ece&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want a friend. A real good one. A really good friend whose a girl. And no stupid best friend with benefits dumb shit, I'm not a little tool of cultural self-signification, I just want a really good friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm set out to solve the meaning of Middle east saying "dut" (pronounced D:u-T) . I believe that Dut is a combination of battle cries of Hindu and Pashtun sides when they meet in battle. Dut originates most likely from marketplace conflicts that erupt quite a number. A Hindu accuses a Pashtun of "stealing my dog", while the latter acuses the former of "stealing his goat". Now at some point this escalates into a band vs band warfare with two sides approaching each other. The Hindu yellls "you stole my dog", while the Pashtuni says "you stole my goat." This runs on with both sides approcahing each other, yelling "you stole my dog, you stole my goat, you stole my dog, you stole my goat, dog goat, dog goat, do oat, doat, dut, dut ,dut dut. Dut occurs of a morphology of overlaping "you stole my dog, you stole my goat" while said at increased approaching frequency."&lt;br /&gt;That is where the term dut comes from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've come to the shitty conclusion that most of the music of today is really stupid and shitty and doesnt meet my demand of pointless ravign and rambling of how the world is a globe that is to destroy, plunder, and savage around on. ALl it now is is just raping about how the ghetto people fight over their three most prized commodities, crack, whos, and chromed wheels, skinny teenagers complaing about how their momma broke their skateboard, beat the shit out of em with the skateboard, set their skateboard on fire, or just fucking sold their skateboard to north korea, and random mtv whos battling on in singing competitions on the matter of whos the next big whore....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to get some good funk music and listen to it. Everything else is dunishitfacefuckshit. Just shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Ok, I found out that Ipods are seriously overprised. Like totally thousands time their actual cost in materials. Well obviously. So that 300$ goes to more the “culturaL’ cost assigned to that fuckin white thing. I c. At least that’s what an Ipod stockholder told me in a physics lounge. College student owning stock? Whadayaknow, now his stock is around 1500, or so he says 30 shares 50bucks. Apple makes a tons of money on that thing, while losing a lot on itunes. Suckas. Its funny how the mp3 player companies don’t really give a shit about filesharing, or p2p stuff, I mean its really a big reason why their ipods are a hot item, cause we can steal those files!!! Yea.. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;In other news I was just listenin to a remix of rammstein, my name is and south park. Really good stuff. Its kinda like if I like drove a tank around blew shit and people up, and then took a piss on their mangled bodies, “Vadim was here”. Taking the time to write it out. Heavy metal and very angry pissed of rap. My kinda music. As well as Rammsteins Adios really rocks. What else. Well Im gona keep adding stuff to this post. Well Im not really sure how do download funk music, so so far I just get like tupacs, biggie, some nelly, somehow I have snoop dawg, and rammstein, and other random stuff. And since when fuckin when is nsync and those blackpeas are funk. I know what play that funky music white boy sounds like and nsync is just a bunch of guys who haven’t had yet a weekened methmartathon bash, and black eyed peas are on pcp. Du hast remixes are the greatest tho. Make no sense, at least to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;I think I was gona talk shit on some subject. Wait, theres a lot of subjects to talk shit on. Oh wait Country Gramma is pretty funny. See, the thing is I dont have much of big variety of music I would really like to listen to. Todays rap is not really my choice, cause 50 can rap about all he wants about his gangsta fights and stuff but why the fuck I would care. Todays rock kinda sucks for most, and those collegiate bands that so many college students romantiacs listen to aint my thing. Bloodhound gang is too hang over and wasted. Slim shady is a wigger who just puts his anger into rhymes. I dont really care, but other people label him a as a wigger. Man fuck it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Oh yea, I was laughing at a school bus sometime today. Think at that kids somewhere my age are going to high schools and wondering through bullshit. Haha suckas. Suckas.&lt;br /&gt;Im kinda tired. Really tired.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112716543703590302?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112716543703590302/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112716543703590302' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112716543703590302'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112716543703590302'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/09/na-na-na.html' title='Na na na....'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112699489485833501</id><published>2005-09-17T15:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-17T18:33:32.156-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hw, new shoes and Ti-84</title><content type='html'>Buzy with homework and studying. WEll sorta. Trying to, I got a calc test within a week well next friday, as well at to write two pages for history by thursday. It seems like my grandma threw out my Ti-84 that I recently got for college calc, oh well it looks like a weird black box when closed up, so I went to tenley today to get a new ti as well as get new shoes because I didnt wanna run around 2 much. So much for now. My grandma is retard.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Watching Armaggedon. Heres what wouldve really happened. Russian defence minister declares that russia will fire all of icbms at asteroid. At press meeting "We have 50% faith that most nukes will lift off, for the least. I belive that leaves us around at least with 5000 nukes to slam into asteroid. However we're not sure that nukes will travel most of way. We say in russian, fuel is cheap as life, so we do not know, the amount to reach. We've equipped our icbms with a 4th stage rocket booster, to reach asteroid, I think I believe you in America call it a strap on. Russia will again save the day.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112699489485833501?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112699489485833501/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112699489485833501' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112699489485833501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112699489485833501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/09/hw-new-shoes-and-ti-84.html' title='Hw, new shoes and Ti-84'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112680633724373459</id><published>2005-09-15T10:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-15T17:24:21.726-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fuzzy DrPepper feeling</title><content type='html'>Um, yea, I think I havent written anything for nota while. I neeed to make it more a while. Like lot more. Well Im sort of Ok on my calc 140 so far, the test is now within a week. Thats really crazy that this week flew by so fast. Just flying in front of my eyes. Damn. REally crazy. Two weeks just out to nowhere. Must be sorta busy. Am I or not. Well dont have alot time for even an 30min tv watch. Damn commute. There must be a faster way. Wheres water. I'm really tired after getting back from UMD, and my mood is now generally down.&lt;br /&gt;Aah..I was gona write this thing at some point. Um, yea when I was ranting back there, lets hope theres no misunderstanding, and I didnt really make anything about how I felt clear. let see. I guess what like 4 months ago.&lt;br /&gt;On about that girl. To clarify to no one. I loved her. Im not sure thats easy to express. I just did. I didnt love her in any stupid American way. I just loved her. As simple and as complicated as that. To put in word: one, to explain: an exponentialy increasing sentence.&lt;br /&gt;And she didnt. Well thats what happens. Well Im not going to concentrate on that am I? What was I going to say. Well she liked another. I don't really know anything. It was just so bad for me. I mean I really just love her. I just wanted to talk to her and hang out with her. And like all girls(well most) once explained to she just behaved like I'm not there, and I don't exist. I talked to one of my friends who had a similar situation. Yea, they just ignore you. For like a time enough until you're just a wreck. Who's trying to love no more, because he sees no point. But you can't really just stop, it's a really complicated thing to say NO to inside of you. It's a really bad experience to go through, but you don't have any choice. So it just goes on. And theres always that numbing question what is wrong with you. Just resonating in you, back and forth every day, every single damn day. Just every damn day. Let'se so far, 1)You're thinking what is wrong with you. 2)She behaves as you dont exist, and ignores you, and even if you run into her accidentally you dont really exist in front of her. 3) You're trying to stop yourself from loving her because theres no point as she doesnt. 4)As well as have no damn "game" .&lt;br /&gt;Any better put. So when graduation ceremony comes, and you deliver a speech, and she after all that rushes to you and says that its was a nice speech the best thing you can mutter out is "chill out". Hmm... that might answer the question number 1. So later on I'm sitting in the basement of a real nice good person and her family who had the "guts" to invite the emersoniate "savages" into their house for graduation party, and just playing Ace combat 4. And when for some reason she and her friend come down to probably talk to you about some relationship stuff, but ask you about the speech you're just Um yea, I just like wrote it yesterday and prepared for it in the car. Thats just fucking great of you Vadim. What to say Im just brilliant. And I just continue playing Ace Combat 4. Feeling like shit. Burning inside, knowing I shoulda said something, done something, but then again Im trying to stop that inside of me, for stupid reasons or maybe not, oh its so far away. I just felt like dirt. Once again, for the second time. Inside. And then again for my "brilliant" ways I have to write a stupid assfucking email that next day. Just fucking retarded. Yea I just kept making it worse. For me. What did I even had in mind with those retarded emails. Nothing. Well that was the past. What was I going to say at this point. Oh yea, no when I'm just done, I can even ask for her offer to be friends again, back. It's like I shoulda just burned out that stage of stopping my love avoiding her. Seeing her made it so worse.&lt;br /&gt;Heh...I'm assuming rightfully that she doesnt really care anymore. Nor reads my blog. Wells thats how it just goes. I think I was gona add more. Oh yea, I just really felt like my love wasnt even accounted for, I dont really feel like saying appreciated, but god damnit, could I at least had the chance to talk to her and hang out. yea, I was really gonna get my "game" on. Yea. I dont, I dont really think, that I was even going to get anything like that on. I just felt shitty that I cared so much but it was blindly looked upon. Or whatever, I dont know what goes on in other peoples heads. What am I saying. I wish, well wishing and actually having a chance are different reasons. I cant really explain what I went through to her, I dont have a contact so its a dead end from my view.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny how it goes away, silently. Just really sielently god. For such a 4word thing, it goes away silently.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112680633724373459?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112680633724373459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112680633724373459' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112680633724373459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112680633724373459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/09/fuzzy-drpepper-feeling.html' title='Fuzzy DrPepper feeling'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112656123468059235</id><published>2005-09-12T14:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-12T14:42:05.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'>THis is rather amusing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;table align="center" cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;br /&gt;Joe Normal&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21 % Nerd, 13% Geek, 34% Dork &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td&gt; For The Record:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Nerd is someone who is passionate about learning/being smart/academia.&lt;br /&gt;A Geek is someone who is passionate about some particular area or subject, often an obscure or difficult one.&lt;br /&gt;A Dork is someone who has difficulty with common social expectations/interactions.&lt;br /&gt;You scored less than half in all three, earning you the title of: &lt;b&gt;Joe Normal&lt;/b&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not to say that you don't have some Nerd, Geek or Dork inside of you--we all do, and you can see the percentages you have right above. This is just to say that none of those qualities stand out so much as to define you. Sure, you enjoy an episode of &lt;i&gt;Star Trek&lt;/i&gt; now and again, and yeah, you kinda enjoyed a few classes back in the day. And, once in a while, you stumble while walking down the street even though there was nothing there to cause you to trip. But, for the most part, you look and act fairly typically, and aren't much of an outcast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say there's a fair chance someone asked you to take this test. In any event, fairly normal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Congratulations!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you enjoyed this test, I would love the feedback!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, you might want to check out some of my other tests if you're interested in any of the following:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=17325897279428986557"&gt;Buffy the Vampire Slayer&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=16508533975919017840"&gt;Professional Wrestling&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=8115472531704248346"&gt;Love &amp;amp; Sexuality&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=10603689462944369577"&gt;America/Politics&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  Thanks Again! -- &lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/tests/take?testid=9935030990046738815"&gt;THE NERD? GEEK? OR DORK? TEST&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td align="center"&gt; &lt;img src="http://is2.okcupid.com/users/104/656/10465692962375378952/mt1124997253.jpg" /&gt; &lt;/td&gt; &lt;/tr&gt; &lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I bothered to go to Forrests website of choice on his blog. Thats what I got. Rather so how to say, its funy. By the way also, the ad above this was adult friend finder, having the advertisement run along the lines "sing up today, get laid tonight". For a second why does forrest go to that website, for that quiz thing. Lets not overtheorize here. jk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;table cellpadding="20"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td&gt; &lt;span id="comparisonarea"&gt;My test tracked 3 variables How you compared to other people &lt;i&gt;your age and gender&lt;/i&gt;:&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;table border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="4"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="8"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="142"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;5%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;nerdiness&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="12"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="138"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;8%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;geekosity&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;&lt;table bgcolor="black" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="1"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#b2cfff" height="20" width="81"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="white" width="69"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.okcupid.com/"&gt;&lt;img src="http://is0.okcupid.com/graphics/0.gif" alt="free online dating" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td valign="middle"&gt;You scored higher than &lt;b&gt;54%&lt;/b&gt; on &lt;b&gt;dork points&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt; &lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112656123468059235?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112656123468059235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112656123468059235' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112656123468059235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112656123468059235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-is-rather-amusing.html' title='THis is rather amusing....'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112646591873700876</id><published>2005-09-11T19:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T16:48:44.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to bury</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;Korn - I'm Done Lyrics&lt;/b&gt;   &lt;pre&gt;We are the pain&lt;br /&gt;We are the shame&lt;br /&gt;We've gone insane&lt;br /&gt;Inside where no one's around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am to blame, for everything&lt;br /&gt;I like this game, that you all&lt;br /&gt;make me play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done being there for others&lt;br /&gt;They have their pain and so do I&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to feel it all over&lt;br /&gt;I try to hold on and you bring me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We are estranged&lt;br /&gt;We are deranged&lt;br /&gt;I can't explain&lt;br /&gt;How you all break me apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am to blame, for everything&lt;br /&gt;I like this game, that you all&lt;br /&gt;make me play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done being there for others&lt;br /&gt;They have their pain and so do I&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to feel it all over&lt;br /&gt;I try to hold on and you bring me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We wait, we hate&lt;br /&gt;We try to get away&lt;br /&gt;Mistake, my pain&lt;br /&gt;It has been lead astray&lt;br /&gt;I'm Looking around, I drop to the ground&lt;br /&gt;Why does this have to end this way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feeling numb, so long&lt;br /&gt;Oh God it's just everyday&lt;br /&gt;It's everything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I pray for all of them to go away!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done being there for others&lt;br /&gt;They have their pain and so do I&lt;br /&gt;Don't need to feel it all over&lt;br /&gt;I try to hold on and you bring me down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt;spoink....What the fuck. Just post it. Unsure whether the hell it matters or&lt;br /&gt;relates in any way. But oh well to bad. So Tired of this stupid summer.&lt;br /&gt;Stupid stupid Stupid stupid summer. As well as the  stupid summer related crap.&lt;br /&gt;Ta da nanana. Oh well.By the way that song is no way related to anything that&lt;br /&gt;happened within a year. It goes far back. Whats really noticeable, is that&lt;br /&gt;lyrics are so different, from what the song sounds like. Just it really resonates&lt;br /&gt;within me. And fuck this year. So retarded in some ways. Most retarded was that&lt;br /&gt;love thing I went into. Oh fuck, im so i guess stressed out about this math 140 calc&lt;br /&gt;hw I have. DAmit I have to go over 2 sections, then do internet hw, and as well do&lt;br /&gt;book hw for the good of it, and fuck hard to understand. Ok back to thar retatded&lt;br /&gt;love thing I had for some girl some time this year. Just a very unpleasant&lt;br /&gt;retardid, insanely stupid and bitter experience. Just totaly shitty. Ok. Yup&lt;br /&gt;Yup yup yup. I wish I had some beers. Man. fuck i was gona say some other shit&lt;br /&gt;buts that gona lead to some other explanation. Screw the romantic bullshit, and&lt;br /&gt;I hope I wont get lynched for saying it, but damit I dont wona use the word life&lt;br /&gt;but shit just inst it sometimes. Oh what the fuck. God just so pissed and my head hurts&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out all on my own how to go through my hw crap, and prepare for&lt;br /&gt;my calculus tests, which one is already a 2 week away, and I still dont get&lt;br /&gt;these fucking 2 sections. Damit... Oh yea and I hate living ofcampus. Well Ill hate either way&lt;br /&gt;I just want a fuckin space to myself, where I can like try to get sht done on my&lt;br /&gt;own. As for economy 200 which is rather some crappy experience in ways.&lt;br /&gt;Lecturing by my proff isnt up to the best, and getin up on fridays for that&lt;br /&gt;really so far turded discussion is not the pleasantest experience.&lt;br /&gt;Ok I think i have to rant more shit on that stupid love thing of mine that I went&lt;br /&gt;through.&lt;br /&gt;Yes it was plainly retarded. Worst is wondering whats wrong with you. But being&lt;br /&gt;a weird individual with an unpleasant past I shoved the love away, because&lt;br /&gt;questionin self really sucks. Well at least when it just numbs away at you like&lt;br /&gt;a damn drill or something. How long did it even last. Then theres teh shity phase&lt;br /&gt;of not wanting to let go to these retatrded feelings. And possibly saying&lt;br /&gt;rather dumb stupid ass shit not making it any better. And then when u just come&lt;br /&gt;2 grasp with it, and ure like well ok alrite, its just gona chill that way&lt;br /&gt;but lets not let these good things go to waste and maybe be friends, and then&lt;br /&gt;maybe going on a subject that maybe she or they or its a long retarded story&lt;br /&gt;(totaly turded. :(    dont really like and la la la la. Wheres a tank wheres&lt;br /&gt;a shotgun wheres an ak, and then a friend who handles things like the bush presidency.&lt;br /&gt;Alrite vadim, how bout we go at it together, but Ill just *** out and steal it from&lt;br /&gt;u at the end. Yea some allieship over there. With all due respect dude, while I&lt;br /&gt;dont really care about it anymore, thinkin bout it is really bitter.&lt;br /&gt;And I think I still have to read a chapter for economics, because my mom&lt;br /&gt;said so.........FUuuuuuucckkkkkkkkk ruaghhhhhhhhh. Why Cant I Do Stuff On My OWN?!?&lt;br /&gt;(games games games games games games games games0&lt;br /&gt;0&lt;br /&gt;well obviosuly, peer recognition. and somewhere to feel like something.&lt;br /&gt;Oh damnit, why did I say that crap to my mom today. I didnt really mean it&lt;br /&gt;'but she kept botherin me about why I waster the fuckin day on my calculus shit&lt;br /&gt;Well I was trying to understand it and do the book problems and do other shit,&lt;br /&gt;and just get a feel for it, and damnit...Now I feel like crap in my head.&lt;br /&gt;..&lt;br /&gt;On the subject of bush presidency, and my friends very guided policies handling&lt;br /&gt;some "things". Yea he just so he says talked to her, did something, wait&lt;br /&gt;maybe he says I should figure out stuff on my own, oh wait, on my own is kinda hard for&lt;br /&gt;me, I mean Im fucking alone, i feel alone, as well as damnit. other things.&lt;br /&gt;That dont make it any better. And theres that,On your own. Well explaing it t o u&lt;br /&gt;would be kinda difficult, but I mean dont ppl learn or take something from others.&lt;br /&gt;And then yea, his plan was all like, were gona have a battle plan for Iraq, but&lt;br /&gt;we'll never have any disengagement process. The guy once he got his hands full wit her&lt;br /&gt;or it got to complicated. (oh hey now "your head is like a vase, wait what kinda vase&lt;br /&gt;turkish, pashtuni, duni, turdduni, hindui, other type of shity country that makes vases&lt;br /&gt;and some other crap which is totaly unrealltated. )&lt;br /&gt;And then its like "hey now I realized how much she ment to u." Umm.. wel yea&lt;br /&gt;but werent u just gona swindle me out wit all due respect. And I mean&lt;br /&gt;I have more ease talkin about it then u, the subject matter has its contents&lt;br /&gt;constanly fluctuating. As something to go through its been rather shityful.&lt;br /&gt;I mean at one pt girls are always like "can you just be a friend, i wona friends&lt;br /&gt;ehh, friends. friends, does my hair look good?" then its just. silence.&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;more dots.. jusst to my shallow amusement. Cant we be friends now?! oh wait.&lt;br /&gt;ahh, lets whoever or throughwhoever long story, is kinda out, so theres no&lt;br /&gt;more contact. Do I feel bitter, no really I dont care, oh well to bad, Im not&lt;br /&gt;lookin forward to anything Im just drawing random machines or ppl in machines&lt;br /&gt;mutilating and fightin zerg and listenin to korn and trying to get  trough my day.&lt;br /&gt;was there something else i was gona rant about on this mater.&lt;br /&gt;Well I wasnt plannin to but its just taking of me of my rather shity stage, righte now&lt;br /&gt;(Right Now, a rather good Korn song, All about hate. but thats totaly unrellated&lt;br /&gt;just somehow I want to mention it.) And this is turning out as a long post.&lt;br /&gt;Am I an Ok guy? Hope I am. Hope I aint considered a freak or loser.&lt;br /&gt;Oh well. Loser dont matter much to me, cause the accusers are mostly losers themselves&lt;br /&gt;Why cant constituionally people have the right.. o nvm thats a long&lt;br /&gt;fucking argument. shotguns!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;Wait... I think thers more, Greatest advice Be yourself. Yea. Um see the thing&lt;br /&gt;is that doesnt really work at all. well 1/99. Na na an. just talk there.&lt;br /&gt;Bitterness is a sweeet word.&lt;br /&gt;Oh thanks god I dont have to do over the internet history hw. Just gota read more&lt;br /&gt;shit. Thank you god, or jebus.&lt;br /&gt;Sarcastically, Ill just say, while not tryin to act korny, or sound like&lt;br /&gt;is love something that worthy to like go for, or ask for to be cared for.&lt;br /&gt;Nvm, stupid liberal humanities oriented questions. All that maters is not whether&lt;br /&gt;your argument makes logistical sense and triumphs in sense the other persons argument&lt;br /&gt;but whether you after failing to argue with him to your win, blow his brains&lt;br /&gt;out with a shotgun. Who cares whether you're right or wrong when I can kill you&lt;br /&gt;and get away with it.&lt;br /&gt;Oh wait doesm that sound little bit illegal, amoralic scary, or just other crapy&lt;br /&gt;things related to crappy people who go to prisons. Well Counter strike philosophy.&lt;br /&gt;Arguin with idiots takes a damn longer time then killin em. Too bad realworld&lt;br /&gt;never will understand that god doesnt exist, morality is an imagined rulebook,&lt;br /&gt;and rocks break bones. Now where in the world is love. In nowhere for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And dude, you dirty goat, Im just ranting. Dont feel bad. You know&lt;br /&gt;we'll just later on laugh about it all. i'll be like you sure it was an&lt;br /&gt;egyptian vase, maybe it was a chinese one, you kno they make spoons man&lt;br /&gt;Maybe it was a vase from Wal-Mart. It sells everything&lt;br /&gt;hahahaha. probably watchin family guy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112646591873700876?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112646591873700876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112646591873700876' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112646591873700876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112646591873700876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/09/time-to-bury.html' title='Time to bury'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112632003248482596</id><published>2005-09-09T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T19:42:54.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Short quirk...quark...whatever</title><content type='html'>Nat na na. Dr pepper bong bomb. Hehehe.&lt;br /&gt;Ahhhh...lets c. Somethings I havent yet done. REad my hist175 book on history of western science tech through the ages.Study econ200 ch 3 and 4 and get it. Rego over the mathematics on limits in my cal book. The proofs are still confusing despite that I get my problems and internet stuff right. Memorize the identities. Do hw. Work out. By the way UMD got a decent gym. Its not excelent but it serves students needs. Also I was gona write about this but every 5th person has an ipod in umd. its really annoying. An Ipod infestation confirmed. Ultra geeky ppl or just jocks. A weird diverse community. Shiet I havent taken a shower yet for the day, well I have in the morning, but after my Econ 200 discussion class at 8am, which was a waster for getting up at 6am and hurryin over to bethesda metro to catch a bus for. The TA that managed to get up was like only recently from Asia and poor English with all due respect, like a word per two seconds, slow, so like the spped of covering any material was really snail like pace. THe guy had a voice like of that of an Asian Terminator. Ppl left like in droves, and even that only like a third of the auditorium in the TYD building was filled. Then at 850 i just went for the gym and stayed there form like 920 to 1040, which cause me to be again 2 min late to my calc math140 class, and get again a shitty seat resulting in my inabiltiy to see what the heelll was written on the board and write it down. AND I cant pay ATTTENTION TO audio instructions so I just randomly sketched. Third theres this interesting girl who is both in my calc and econ classes. WEird I found out today she takes economy. Dunno if she notices me. Looks like a 2nd or 3rd year.&lt;br /&gt;And the last comment, If you get little sleep like me today. Get some good coffee, or "jawa" as it is reffered to, go to a gym for an hour and work out, aerobically and with weights. AFter that I felt like I got like 10hrs of sleep. Man get that testorone pumping through u.&lt;br /&gt;Ggggg unit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112632003248482596?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112632003248482596/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112632003248482596' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112632003248482596'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112632003248482596'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/09/short-quirkquarkwhatever.html' title='Short quirk...quark...whatever'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112612475304232929</id><published>2005-09-08T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-08T09:51:49.520-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You know what, fuck you.</title><content type='html'>God damit Im tired, and sweaty. Fuck why the fuck does my mom bother me about every hour I spend hanging out at Umd inbetween or after classes. Fuck you. Okay i got some food after my rather strange history175 class, then played chess, and like 10min of games, but my mom started botherin me about that shit I wasnt able to finish this yesterday, for those reasons, then just random shit and crap started happening. The transition between command economy and self suffiecience is a weird phase. Fuck. Yea I played like 10 minutes of games. So what. I stopped carin bout how small I look among other ones and only like 2 years younger. oh well.&lt;br /&gt;I went over to the Student Stamp Union for food this for the first time, and it looks kinda intimidating. AS well as I have to get some new fucking shoes. Well sneakers. And im wearing a doushebagy dloadin p2p for free tee for second time. How long has it  been since I havent washed my clothes? 2 weeks?  Shit shit shit I really gota get everything together about studying and stuff. Trying or getin in the phase of geting finaly serious and stuff about college. Provided that i dont live in dorms and play games constantly as well as steal beer.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112612475304232929?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112612475304232929/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112612475304232929' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112612475304232929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112612475304232929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/09/you-know-what-fuck-you.html' title='You know what, fuck you.'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112586617798939545</id><published>2005-09-05T00:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T21:09:51.570-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurrican Katrina</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/972/1600/CCI00063.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/972/400/CCI00063.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh isnt this great. Typical bush policy, theres no scientific proof. Bleh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://service.spiegel.de/cache/international/0,1518,372455,00.html"&gt;http://service.spiegel.de/cache/international/0,1518,372455,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And the iraq war for what.&lt;br /&gt;Plus with a bungled fed response to this emergency, as well as the usual of Bush tardiness to even admit that theres any kind of a disaster happening or happened. Just compare Bush's response to the Asian tsunami disaster earlier and this one in New Orleans as well as the surrounding areas. Typical lag time of around like 3-4 days. I just dont get what takes so long to understand the magnitude of these things. Well at least the president makes sure he stays in shape, spending aroudn 2hrs a day working out, (An hour is enough by medical experts.) leaving him in an athlete like body performance ability. Well by med tests he does fall into the marks of an athlete. Which leaves less time for other things like flying back and forth inbetween crawford ranch, driving his 350, sawing down trees and things of the sort.&lt;br /&gt;One of the most make no sense fed actions was to move police officers within the city of New Orleans to secure private property and divert them from searh and rescue ops. Materials over peoples lives. Well being that the left behind are mostly poor, and couldnt get out and are trying to get neeeded supplies (well as well as looting, realistically) and probably not worth rescuing in the administrations point of view, this sadistic order pretty much goes along with other policies of this petty administrations that kisses corporatiosn asses left and right. Irronically enough the ones who elected bush are ones wholl probably suffer most. Oh well, wheres your god now?!&lt;br /&gt;Hail to the thief in command.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/09/03/AR2005090300165_pf.html"&gt;http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2005/09/03/AR2005090300165_pf.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.armytimes.com/story.php?f=1-292925-1077495.php"&gt;http://www.armytimes.com/story.php?f=1-292925-1077495.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112586617798939545?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112586617798939545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112586617798939545' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112586617798939545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112586617798939545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/09/hurrican-katrina.html' title='Hurrican Katrina'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112579093518164224</id><published>2005-09-03T16:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-03T17:54:59.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wonder and ponder...</title><content type='html'>I wonder one thing. When will I finish downloading Starcraft BW. Being 110mb I hope its nothing other then that. Probably not in a while, I dont want to get involved in games until this semester is over. Had to run all over town to get my calc book. At last the 6th edition is in my hands, had to go all the way to college park to pick it up at bookholders. Then I met up with forrest at chinatown station got some food from 5guys, which was really fat saturated, but in a way good at that moment. The fries were brown for some reason, either old or fat content. I got a dblcheesburger with bacon and hotsauce, as well as onions which kept falling out. THen a trip to borders we laughed at obnoxius books. One of them a weird splice inbetween star trek and xmen (which made no sense). I took a look at a bond book, and the random illustrations it had.&lt;br /&gt;I had this weird dream a while ago, but Im still unsure what it means. Well two days ago I think. It was really strange. It starts out Im somehow come upon this really nice yellow sports car thats probably a lambo, but the weird thing is theres water all around the car as if in a flood. ITs a real fast car, but it cant really go anywhere in a flood. I open up one of the doors, and come upon this curled up person whos either sleepin or uncoscious. I take this person out, and theres this house right next or close to the car or something, where I go I think. Its strange some parts of this dream are like either blacked out or just left out as if unimportant.&lt;br /&gt;I went inside and put this person down on the bed, cared and did stuff too make sure everything was alright. Its strange like I met these people who were part of the family or just friends and stuff and just like hung around there. In the end before the alarm clock sounded the last thing that I remember was the question given to me "what are you waiting for, make your move"&lt;br /&gt;I got a haircut before I started school, so now I look like a monkey. Damit what kinda curse is this.&lt;br /&gt;Walking back from borders in dc trying to find metro center I stumbled upon another borders around a block away. Finaly when i figured out where it was, I was walking by this restaraunt and this guys date took a look at me. Not a good sign when ur date is bored and randomly looking around at chimp like guy.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112579093518164224?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112579093518164224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112579093518164224' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112579093518164224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112579093518164224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/09/i-wonder-and-ponder.html' title='I wonder and ponder...'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112571468013881017</id><published>2005-09-02T19:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T19:39:02.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Any ideas?!</title><content type='html'>First three days of college are over. Now 14+ weeks. Biggie for me now is to get like B+ or higher in all of my classes. I need to and I'm really (hopefully) setting up myself to execute it out that way. Second I'm trying to create a network of contacts there in college. Mindfull that Im younger, well no one really seems to care much, one guy was like live in the dorms man, dont matter if ure 16 now. Well its freshmen incomin year so friendships are getting created on the fly all around me. I hangout at the physics lounge a fairly frequently now, I think I should broaden out to like stamp union (big food place), other major undergrad lounges and shit like that. Theres hardly any girls in physics, which means taking classes outside of your major is crucial to meet any girls. In my case preference is for like friends, and someone to talk to and see as a way of support, I mean its college, but I dont know, weird shit can happen.&lt;br /&gt;The gym is such a weird place there. Its relitively new, from 98, but to my disappointment there is hardly any machines there, spare for 3 that are constanly in use, and hella free weights which ..I..dont really..like. It has a really good swimming pool tho, 2 of them.&lt;br /&gt;Man its weird, college is like a chance to descend to anarchy in ur behaviour but you still get graded on your devolution to anarchy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm..artcile on ptsd&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://content.nejm.org/cgi/content/full/353/6/548"&gt;http://content.nejm.org/cgi/content/full/353/6/548&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, I think people should be just left alone as if nothing happens. Bothering people about that shit is really bad for them, for thats how I think, I dont think they should be made to recollect those kind of things that happened and be conscious of them. The way I went through my crap that happened a while ago is that it just was ignored and I never really remember it. I remember something happened but not what, and I dunno to me it seems instively that I did it, and it was better of that way. THose kind of subjects  shouldnt be brough up, because the people who went through them would recoil back and stuff. I myself cant really ever want to think on that kind of subject, just really hard to even be calm.&lt;br /&gt;I just dont really want to remember it or anything, what happened happened what the hell I should care I want to move on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112571468013881017?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112571468013881017/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112571468013881017' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112571468013881017'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112571468013881017'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/09/any-ideas.html' title='Any ideas?!'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112550844829366148</id><published>2005-08-31T10:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T10:14:08.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>First day of classes</title><content type='html'>One thing that wasnt cool today. I only got 2-3hrs of sleep, and I had to get up at around 630, because I had a 9am class. Architecture, Arc170, which probably will turn out good. Then I had to run through half of the campus to Calculus lecture. But I had an hr inbetween. But then I had to run back to arch170 discussion, then when I found out I lost my sheet with my sched, and met this girl named Kim who was really nice and helped me out find out my damn discussion section. Now all over with this day. Just gota iron out my sched with my counselor. My mom keeps talking shit, she made me drop hist175 which I by miracle got into thru by waitlist, because it was too much, but now with arc170 has so many ppl waiting for spots i probably cant switch my discussion sect to accomodate a small phys course mainly consistent of a single day a week for disc.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112550844829366148?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112550844829366148/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112550844829366148' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112550844829366148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112550844829366148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/08/first-day-of-classes.html' title='First day of classes'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112536710518084900</id><published>2005-08-29T18:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T18:58:25.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hydra!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/972/1600/CCI00062.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/972/400/CCI00062.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112536710518084900?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112536710518084900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112536710518084900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112536710518084900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112536710518084900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/08/hydra.html' title='Hydra!!!!'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112526167367324601</id><published>2005-08-28T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T12:59:29.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Starcraft Ghost, not that fans want it but theyll end up whackin to it</title><content type='html'>check out this artwork from starcraft ghost. Just take a look at which direction this fps derivative from sc universe is going in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blizzard.com/ghost/images/artwork/ss009.jpg"&gt;http://www.blizzard.com/ghost/images/artwork/ss009.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrong link b4. Hopefully this is the rite one now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just check out that ass on her. God. Not that most starcraft fans want an sc fps, majority prefer another rts, but hell a lot of them will probably still get this game for reasons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats weird a month or so ago when I checked their artworks it was different. Had so much more diff other shit. Wait I think blizz fired that company and got another to do work on ghost. Either way this mite still come out decent. My complaint so far is zergs must look like in cinematics, terrifying angry and slaughtering shit. haha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This nite I stayed up until 3am. Not that i played games, i had to give away my mouse away.&lt;br /&gt;So i just started drawing starcraft related shit. I drew up this really nice scene of a hydralisk pawing a terran marine in the chest with one of its claws. So far I got most of the marine drawn as well as the hydralisk. It looks really sweet. Major hardpoints were getting the marines face right i mean his expression, I mean the guy is getting a huge claw shoved right through him, through his chest, as well as making sure the hydra looks all proportional. It kinda changed a lot from my original wanting. before I wanted to make like the hydra in pouncing state for a second, barely balancin itself on its snake tail, and having both of its claws in marines, one going through one s chest, and another geting driven through other guys, or embedded in the other marines skull. Now i guesss Im just gona add another marine in the back of the hydra with a fucked up skull and just dead perched against the side of the trenches. I'll probably put it up here, but does anybody know how to compress images, I mean I can scan that shit to fairly high resolution but the file would come out like 25mb big. Anybody know of software to deal with that kind ashit? I just wanna compress it and not trade off in like quality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Seems like someones freaked out by me. So what does that make me a freak?&lt;br /&gt;So be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heres some zero clutter shit for u ppl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scopesd.jp/trash/screen01.jpg"&gt;http://www.scopesd.jp/trash/screen01.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scopesd.jp/trash/screen00.jpg"&gt;http://www.scopesd.jp/trash/screen00.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scopesd.jp/trash/screen02.jpg"&gt;http://www.scopesd.jp/trash/screen02.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scopesd.jp/sc/setupdat_images_install.jpg"&gt;http://www.scopesd.jp/sc/setupdat_images_install.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;final bw cinematic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.scopesd.jp/sc/screen19.jpg"&gt;http://www.scopesd.jp/sc/screen19.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some cs scrnshots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://korrel.org/iscp/ssupload/28032005415283305"&gt;http://korrel.org/iscp/ssupload/28032005415283305&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;damn that guy must be really good with that. mustve hsed em all&lt;br /&gt;zc economy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://korrel.org/iscp/ssupload/18032005798128595.jpg"&gt;http://korrel.org/iscp/ssupload/18032005798128595.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats how fukin crazy it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wow katrina that huricane is really weird. at first it seemed like a damn taco bell shower but now its reall like a soviet comp that fucks around wit u wit 12 kirovs and 2 dozen apocalypse tanks. I dont really get why dont nukes are used to break up those kinda huricanes. for the fallout just give ppl like apcs and tanks with nbc protection. well nvm jk&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112526167367324601?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112526167367324601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112526167367324601' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112526167367324601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112526167367324601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/08/starcraft-ghost-not-that-fans-want-it.html' title='Starcraft Ghost, not that fans want it but theyll end up whackin to it'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112517017245309053</id><published>2005-08-27T11:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-27T12:16:23.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RTS realtime intelligence</title><content type='html'>I managed to somehow to get my old burned starcraft cd to work. I cant play the campaigns or watch the cinematics, and my mom hidden my working SC Brood War cd, so I cant even install that and enjoy the intro cinematic to bw. Fuck that sucks. But still I played some LT yesterday, with money$$$ edit to it against three comps. At first i played the regular lt, droped 2 groups of marines on the zerg comp and knocked him out, but once the terrans get ghosts and nukes it gets really annoying. Dumb fucks. It was something like 1 am, so i switched to money, and instead of droping on the zerg dropped like 3 sieges and dozen marines on a terr guy right next to me. I kept flying in sieges and rines and kept fucking up that comps base as well as fending of toss atacks. Then I like watched 10 replays or more. I play ZC games massively ones with nr20 or if its like everyone pro, nr mm. Wats surprising to me in those games despite them being 3vs3 mas money maps, none ever seriosly went in into like establishing some kinda intelligence network. I mean in zero clutter games, if you have good intel on ur enemy and u can hit em wit wraiths when they aint gots observers or other shit you can fuck em up pretty bad. Y did I even stary playing ZC. Mustve been that summer when after 2 weeeks or RA2 I switched to Starcraft. I sucked at non money maps, so I then switched to money map,s and then to zero clutter, cause it reminded me of my red alert 2 days. All you do in zero clutter is have two teams, 3 on the bottom three on the top, build up their economies and military production ability to insane levels and bash the fuck out agaisnt each other. When you play with experts those ppl can max the map out in like 10 minutes. SC maps can only hold like 1650 units(doodads actual player units buildings). ITs sort of like states batling out against each other. You get money real fast but you also have to expend it realy fast. In those games like having observation of ur enemies bases is really crucial. Otherwise its two groups sitting in the dark against each other.&lt;br /&gt;What red alert really needs that I think will really improve its gameplay is the ability to toggle up a larger map that a player can use to direct his forces. And also the equivalent of sc's select units, hit a on keyboard and set em to move to a certain pt and attack anything in their path.&lt;br /&gt;THe little map that is avalaible to ra2 players once u get ur radar thingy is patheticallly small. smaller even then that of sc.&lt;br /&gt;Why do people bash games so much. For what? I mean ppl wouldnt play them unless they had some deep down reasons for playing them. I mean for males they provide a playing ground which the schools and the state takes away from them. You cant just threaten and talk shit to people in schools and places, I mean mostly its just all kidding. In multiplayer of games people like talk shit to each other constantly and dick around. Peer recognition people. Multiplayer games mostly played to males I think give em a place to exercize that how to say peer recognition need. Like when you talk shit and like challenge the skills of another player its done almoust as if its like an encounter inbetween two guys on school grounds just dicking around and talking shit. Most of the time all the threats dont mean a thing. Fucking schools.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112517017245309053?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112517017245309053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112517017245309053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112517017245309053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112517017245309053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/08/rts-realtime-intelligence.html' title='RTS realtime intelligence'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112501948534370900</id><published>2005-08-25T18:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T18:24:45.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I wanna play starcraft</title><content type='html'>Starcraft! Yea!&lt;br /&gt;No seriosly, starcraft maybe have the worlds next cult following. Or itll be the cult of the first half of  the 21st century. I mean the game is like the best even tho its like 7 years old. One of the most decent strategy games for the game play. The storyline as well kick ass. I think it might have some sort of weird following like Star Trek but more like gamery. Those marines especialyl kick ass in those cinematics. Thats what I really liked, Marines blowing shit up with their rail guns. Altho the cinematics may not be realistic about the visual effects of slugs moving through air at hypersonic speeds.  "Ugh, Sarge we really gona blow this thing?&lt;br /&gt;Only if we see a zerg"&lt;br /&gt;"I got your zerg right here. he he he..kuargh..(whatever that sound is). Whoever seen the amerigo battle. Is it actually possible to drag up a human body by just having a  claw of a sort that is embedded in the head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112501948534370900?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112501948534370900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112501948534370900' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112501948534370900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112501948534370900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-wanna-play-starcraft.html' title='I wanna play starcraft'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112492839204696018</id><published>2005-08-24T20:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T17:06:32.063-07:00</updated><title type='text'>College, games and seriosness.</title><content type='html'>The title might make it seem serios, but it probably isnt. Spend about like 14 hours the last two days or inbetween these two days playing Red Alert 2. With comps. I kinda wish I did spend like two weeks playing games. I played until like 5-6am in the morning from 4pm the day before. Today is wednesday right.&lt;br /&gt;Damit. Also trying to juglle back and forth in registering for UMD classes. Really hard for I started late, because my mom wanted to fight with the University of grant money and etd. I get the no 2 many loan part but kinda retarded fight. Well now im trying to balance everything out so I have no course before 10am. So i can get up at 8 or around 8, and get some fucking sleep. Probably might work out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112492839204696018?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112492839204696018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112492839204696018' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112492839204696018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112492839204696018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/08/college-games-and-seriosness.html' title='College, games and seriosness.'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112466588279139208</id><published>2005-08-21T23:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-21T20:41:53.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AOL must DIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.petitionspot.com/petitions/aol"&gt;http://www.petitionspot.com/petitions/aol&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I expect most to comply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bargh!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AOL must die, and suck a pissgoats dick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damnit. This is especially annyoing for I have finaly updated my RA2 to vs 1.006 and got on Westwood online to play RA2 with other crackheads. To some of my disappointment and inavitability I discover potheads who can take on 5 brutal comps and muster dozens of tanks out of nowhere in the beginning. Whether I'm lacking in hackin or actual skills I can not yet ascertain truly for AOL keeps disconnecting like a cheap Syrian whore every 5 minutes. For Allahs sake why cant something as shitty as that cannot stay connected. In all the land of dunes and sand dunes, whose camels are to blame for such a nefarious, insidios, deragatory, subversive and degenerate ways?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I had a very strange dream. I belive I wondred around some parking lot in Burke near a mall. At some point I met these two girls and then after some misunderstanding, we parted. Well I parted. I dont remember what happened there but it was nothing. Then I came upon this hotdog like booth advertising Treekie plasma tvs. The catchphrase for their selling was something like "We'll turn your tv experience from a hey now to a Heyyy Noowww!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pre dream that happened yesterday reminded me of a situation that occured not a long time ago. There was this room in which one of my friends was running around the room sometimes runnning up the walls and the ceiling shouting "dut dut dut @$% master" after which there was this goldened thing flying after. In the corner there were a bunch of trees that were floating with lights coming out of the roots (or where there should've been roots) i believe above a chair and talking in the voice of that dog from "Family Guy".&lt;br /&gt;"Uh, anybody wona care about me"&lt;br /&gt;"Im fairly smart"&lt;br /&gt;"Cant anyone for the least bring me a chair, im kinda depressed.&lt;br /&gt;Dammit I cant be angry."&lt;br /&gt;"Fine, I see how it is, no one cares"&lt;br /&gt;"God damnit. The stupid futility"&lt;br /&gt;"No one care? Damit if only I could scorch earth"&lt;br /&gt;Battlefield command initialized&lt;br /&gt;Yez comrad general&lt;br /&gt;we will scorch earth (conscript chorus)&lt;br /&gt;fire burning explosions&lt;br /&gt;Scorch Earth&lt;br /&gt;Scorch Earth&lt;br /&gt;Scorch Earth&lt;br /&gt;Scorch Earth&lt;br /&gt;Scorch Earth (conscript chorus)&lt;br /&gt;talking trees: "umm, im still kinda depressed and lonely, would you guys kinda stop burning?!&lt;br /&gt;Nooooo, no one will ever understand you, you shall always be depresed and lonely&lt;br /&gt;Now let us die together like true comrades in fire&lt;br /&gt;Scorch Earth&lt;br /&gt;Scorch Earth&lt;br /&gt;Scorch Earth&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112466588279139208?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112466588279139208/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112466588279139208' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112466588279139208'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112466588279139208'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/08/aol-must-diiiiieeeeeeee.html' title='AOL must DIIIIIEEEEEEEE!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112442471622243514</id><published>2005-08-18T21:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-18T21:11:56.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Las Vegas is boring</title><content type='html'>Dont go to Las Vegas until you're around 21 or look like 21 with a good enough fake ID. Its boring. Especially dont go there when you're 16 and with your mom for no particular fucking reason other then just visiting and taking a look around. Boring. A particular waste of a weeks worth time. Damit. My mom kept being annoying and bothering me and bitching out on me for the whole duration of the 7 day bore. The only particular thing I did there is play arcades. On which I think I spent a lot of money on. For the least I beat that Star Wars arcade. From then on I just played shooters.&lt;br /&gt;Dammit, today and yesterday my mom hid my coffee and wont give it to me. For what damn reason. What?! Your psychologist told you this and that, damit well too bad, and this comes to another list of things that my mom takes away from me.&lt;br /&gt;I didnt even get a chance to shoot guns over there at Vegas. There were like several gun stores where I could rent out guns and shoot em. Dammit i coulda shot mp5's, ak, m16 saws uzis and other automatic crap. I dont care much for pistols but I would be interested in shotguns.&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to something. If anybody who reads my blog plays CS Source, you all know the sight of a person flying backwards after being shot with an non automatic shotgun in that game. Theres only 2 shotguns auto and non, and non got the biggest punch ever. THe sight is rather worthy of a chuckle to be elucitated by the viewer. Ofcourse tho in the game and playin it I dont always laugh out loud unless witha  good reaosn. Man thats funny. bodies flying backwards thru the air after being shot with shotguns. In games. but still.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Starcraft tho something I never understood why did the marines get whacked so easily. In cinematics as well as in the game they constantly got whacked. Jc they even got greneade launchers on those damn rifles. And of all the scifis they had the best armor of human marines. Their armor actually looked like it could take shit. But it didnt.&lt;br /&gt;Well sumers is ending and so far it sucked a lot. Sucked for the reason there wasnt much to remember t for. Just some books and constant jumping back and forth between burke and bethesda. Now its school time&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112442471622243514?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112442471622243514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112442471622243514' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112442471622243514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112442471622243514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/08/las-vegas-is-boring.html' title='Las Vegas is boring'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112431537349138094</id><published>2005-08-17T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-17T14:49:33.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahm, damnit, is coffee ok now</title><content type='html'>haha, you all think I'll wright something. But Im just going to play games. Short centences now. And then I might put something, but Im going to play games.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112431537349138094?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112431537349138094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112431537349138094' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112431537349138094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112431537349138094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/08/ahm-damnit-is-coffee-ok-now.html' title='Ahm, damnit, is coffee ok now'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112343862345035217</id><published>2005-08-07T11:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-07T19:19:58.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2 sec worth of blogging</title><content type='html'>Dammit, its back to school month, august, and the people runing the TV have been particularly annyoing to remind us all that its back to school time and we should start running back to the shopaholic marts to stock up on things that we aint ever going to use for school. Who really takes school seriously among the USA under 18 population. Even if they get A's do they work to get A's for sake of A's or the sake of knowledge. A's ofcourse, because thats all what counts, knowledge doesnt matter as long as theres somewhere a letter A somewhere in taht report card, in that application to college, and in that lame brag to other students that you're an all A student.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second second on Evolutionary Psychology which gets a lota of good cred rap in the general media. EP deals with whether genes can act as developmental proxims to some of our psychological features (well adapations to pleistocene age stuff), after snuffin out environmental features etc, and stuff like that and switchin gene for one thing on or off which activates the developmental layer for a particular type of an adaptation. Umm..Basically, like these things that we have psychologically, are psychological adaptations that are surface by genes turning of/on certain things in response to the environment. Basically a gene has the command codes for the development for the foundation for a certain type of a behavior in response to environmental stimulus. My questions are whether those so far confirmed gene related behaviours, or adaptive related behaviours such as eating more fatty foods when presented witha choice and for males to preferentially screw 18year old chicks no matter of background is something that is related to genes setting a foundation for that type of behaviour or genes allowing an already learned behaviour from just observing the environment around us to take place. Genes get passed on fairly randomly to encode stuff like that sucessfuly, it seems more like they enable certain heavily biologically related behaviours of humans to function but do not themselves cause the reason of function. Heres my example, if you've been fairly subconsciously conditioned to "finish your plate' or eat mcdonalds, or just like to eat fatty type snack foods, you would've learned that behaviour by socializing and observing the culture and etc etc, but you have random genes that either allow you or do not allow you to fully become fat or facilitate that kind of behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2-2005360317,00.html"&gt;http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2-2005360317,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Brits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2-2005350741,00.html"&gt;http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2-2005350741,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Savages beat upon asian kids. WEird,, their names signify they're Muslims, or of that orientation /origin. Woudlnt it be more appropriate to term them Middlesteners.&lt;br /&gt;Shit wrong link. Why limit boob size showing? nothing wrong as i see. Which leads me to quip that in USA and /or as well Britland, nice rack on chicks is nothing wrong to talk about, or desire for, now for the genetics of evolutionary psychology, is that because its culturaly approved or genetically. Cultures change.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2-2005360324,00.html"&gt;http://www.thesun.co.uk/article/0,,2-2005360324,00.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ruaghhhhhhhhh.. So much stuff needs burning. So many people need killing. Earth is a piec of shit. Needs some good dose of cleansing burning. I need some damage. So stupid and idiotic. So left out. Havent even done what I wanted to do this summer. Only read 20 books, and havent even went over The complete guide to the lwas of the universe, or have tried to understand any of the mathematics behind physics (beyound high school).Im such a lazy loser. I might sound smart and intelligent but Im really stupid. I have a bunch of ideas. But still Im slow lazy and hesitant to go further. Sucha piece of shit. I try to push myself to go further but always there's a disconnect. Even the whole control over myself is a disconnect. Just live in a fuckin hole. That inside my mind inside another hole. Burn kil nuke. Fuck im so low. I try this, I thnk that and people think I think otherwise and surround me in shit. Only because I dont care enough. Fuck god for he doesnt exist. Damnit. Sucha failure. Dont ever want to get attached to anything emotionally. Hah dont we all just want to be loved and cared for...in age of machines. Cant anyone ever design a human hunter killer machine. Why do I play games so much when I can. Such a waste of time, and theres hardly any point to it. Whatever skill I win there is sucha a waste. Something that hunts out humans and massacres in efficient ways. Im gona be a failure. I got ideas, but damnit they're still abstract. What now after this more games for me? I lose so much. Amerca is so grounded in emotions. Emotional attachment. emotional attention need. You cant lose yourself in science, psychology, yt you can in star wars, games, and shit like that. All fake. Arent there enough fuckin people on this planet already. Needs some fucking nukng. Alas hydrogen bombs have a use as weapons of mass destructions. Machines are beutiful. Tanks are just there. Unlike people who judge you, who think about how to use you. Thinkin their selfish thoughts. There is no system, its an illusion. Just burn. Machines dont talk shit to you, judge you, call you freak. The'yre just there, waiting to be used for infliction of carnage upon humankind. Dont we all deserve it. WE amoralic selfish fucks who pretend to be morallic only when others are around us and we cant get away with anything. Hey lets be good folk and play by the rules.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112343862345035217?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112343862345035217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112343862345035217' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112343862345035217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112343862345035217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/08/2-sec-worth-of-blogging.html' title='2 sec worth of blogging'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112332553662610107</id><published>2005-08-06T03:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-06T03:52:16.636-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So far so indifferent yet purposefull</title><content type='html'>My friend asked me whether I wanted to be a physicists as one or as for my goal. To me it's something along the way, in a strange way, what I really seek doesnt really depend upon that, to exist, it just exists there. I just wander and ponder,  well innacurate I just read and ponder for some short breaks when i read. For me reading is for information especially when dealing in a context of physics.&lt;br /&gt;Do people wanna be just in that field for the recognition and the intellectual "mark" of "honor" that comes along with it? Sort of low and sad. Dont go for something for the evaluating prize when you aint got anything to win it with. And even then what maybe liked now probably is going to be considered so full of bull tomorow. Scientists researchers float way too many times upon idealogical thought and concerns for their scientific matters to make sound unclouded decisions and theories. I do notcare whether this is good or bad, idealogically fit or not, as long as it works in explaining A, B and C. Dammit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112332553662610107?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112332553662610107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112332553662610107' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112332553662610107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112332553662610107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/08/so-far-so-indifferent-yet-purposefull.html' title='So far so indifferent yet purposefull'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112325473694249200</id><published>2005-08-05T08:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-05T08:12:16.953-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whose your daddy biatCh?!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/972/1600/CCI000522.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/972/320/CCI000521.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112325473694249200?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112325473694249200/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112325473694249200' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112325473694249200'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112325473694249200'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/08/whose-your-daddy-biatch.html' title='Whose your daddy biatCh?!'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112319976223448584</id><published>2005-08-04T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-04T17:01:00.813-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Today is a piece of shit</title><content type='html'>Today is shit for many fuckin reasons I wont elaborate. Fuk&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing of the day Im gona talk about is when visiting hungry my Burkean KFC. I came upon a buncha of gangsta wannabe suburbunite kids of 8th 9th grade size.They were talking so much dumb shit, and trying to be alll gangsta. One dude was like lets take it outside, and kept throwing really shitty punches into the air. While amusing I also wanted to beat the fucking shit out of them. Just bruttally, just punch them into the face until it becomes a bloodened pulp. Beat beat beat beat. THen strangle one of them. Dumb hip hop fuckers. Some of them all needed to be bruttaly eradicated mercilessly as an example to others. knock on the door and pump that fucker full of 5.56 lead. Bitches.&lt;br /&gt;Execute eradicate.&lt;br /&gt;And no I didnt get my ass handed to me, I just watched from the distance this comical interaction. Nothing is the better way of teaching then brutal force of metal.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ITs good and bad that Im forgetfull of the bad things done to me. Least I wont be stormin back with revenge. As long as I can get away with it. I wont do shit that will get me punished. Oh no hell no. Anyways tho in general I wont really care to avenge whatever was done. Unless whoever it is keeps pissing me off and making my life crappier then it already is or should be. Then have fun. Theres a lot of ways to wreak destruction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its kind of hard not having a father around. Mostly I dont notice but when my mom gets upon the subject I dont like it instictevely. Im in my own little hole, only so much you can do about that. I dont know, at some point when I was a little kid I jsut forgot about wanting to have a dad. From there on it was it weird half submerged feeling of whatever it was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112319976223448584?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112319976223448584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112319976223448584' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112319976223448584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112319976223448584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/08/today-is-piece-of-shit.html' title='Today is a piece of shit'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112310505639567164</id><published>2005-08-03T14:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T17:02:28.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Wtf happened today</title><content type='html'>Alright, first word of advice for today. Never drink a double shot of an energy drink and then try to run on a treadmill in the gym. Dont. At least in my case it didnt end out happy. Fuckin fell on my face. Energy drinks get u dissoriented or whatever. Well later on I still ran 4 miles at around like 45min. So all good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damnit, second word of advice, dont try to fry cockroaches in a microwave. Even for like 20 sec in microwave on high, it still stinks like shit. Just shit. I was pissed because some fuckin assbig cockroach comes out of nowhere under my bed back at Burke, and starts walki round as if its his house. Little bitch. Then when I come back from bathroom, that little fuck scampers back under my bed and all over my damn drawings, tank, jet info, starcraft and starwars ics stuff, and my damn stuff mags. Little fuck, that biatchh got fried. That what it gets, some damn good does of microwaving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have regained confidence in modern Russian Mbts, aftern doing some more reading recently. T-90 and T-80U and the recent versions. After all that mauling T-72 got at the hands of the M1a1's Abramses, I thought better never give those damn heavy ass bitches have other shit to maul. But now, haha, while tactically Abramses can whack shit stuff away like at 3km in case of T-72, T-90's and T-80's can knock the shit out of the Abramses at distance to 5km with guided Atgm's. Biatchhh they're top attack, so no damn meter long of steel encased DU armor gona help there. Biattchhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/EQP/era.html"&gt;http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/EQP/era.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Plus russkies era fucks around with Sabot rounds so goodluck with trying to maul em with those sabots. Im guessing ranges at which T-90s can get whacked is like 2.5-2km, as long its a good shot to the damn round carousels things that those things got. And there would go the turret, flying up into the sky. Still russians got firing rates of like around 12-13 rounds per sec max. Search for T-90 mbt and go to Kiev something tank site, theres a video in which t-90 fires 3 shots in 13 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;So fuck around with that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/b_eagle.html"&gt;http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/b_eagle.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Biattchhhh. Only if we werent poor we would kick ass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn I was wondering yesterday what would it be like in like 1 to 2 years for me. Im guesing Im just gona wanna chase some skirts around.&lt;br /&gt;Im alreadying envisioning a scenarion. After all the banging the she'll ask me am I ful of shit.&lt;br /&gt;I would be like well not really, Im quite intelligent actually, but you wouldnt fuck me for that would you.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112310505639567164?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112310505639567164/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112310505639567164' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112310505639567164'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112310505639567164'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/08/wtf-happened-today.html' title='Wtf happened today'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112295235222262873</id><published>2005-08-02T13:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-02T11:06:46.246-07:00</updated><title type='text'>AK doesnt stand for AK when spelled differently</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/972/1600/CCI000501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/972/320/CCI00050.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/972/1600/CCI00048.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/972/200/CCI00048.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite..Back from land of neighborhood of chilldom. Florida. Ft Lauderdale. Which is somewhat close to Miami, and I was also at Miamim beach. Lots of hot chicks. Yea. Lauderdale has a lot of hot chicks too, but some sleazy in way of Ashleiske. How to say, it is like McJizzle served near a kabob factory in Afghanistan. Somewhat like that. DAmn. Chill biatchess.. FUk I forgot my earrphones on the way to florida. And on the way from the airport goin to hotel in fl I saw these two hick smokery locals fighting each other. One black guy was throwing something at some white hick guy. Later I found out Lauderdale for some fkn reason has a ferari, rolls royce and a lambo dealer all situated in the mid of some weird shady like 50'sesque neighborhoods. Later I saw this almoust craked out sight. On one of the streets this old Toyota lowrider was going bumper to bumper with another lowrider while doing something like 40mph. Such a hicked sight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THe beach&lt;br /&gt;Shit what I liked bout Florida is that I get really tired during the day and go to sleep within minutes. some much needed chilldom.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just Kiddin around that Korn shit. Just a moments thing. I dont focus upon that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check the comments..Thats a shit all the Marines in Iraq should listen too.&lt;br /&gt;Mfkin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112295235222262873?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112295235222262873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112295235222262873' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112295235222262873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112295235222262873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/08/ak-doesnt-stand-for-ak-when-spelled.html' title='AK doesnt stand for AK when spelled differently'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112225113789693717</id><published>2005-07-24T17:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T04:31:26.533-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A post</title><content type='html'>I can't stand to let you win&lt;br /&gt;I'm just watching you&lt;br /&gt;And I don't know what to do&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like a fool inside&lt;br /&gt;Feeling all that you hide&lt;br /&gt;Thought you my friend&lt;br /&gt;Seems it never ends&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody, someone&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody help me?&lt;br /&gt;All I need is some pain&lt;br /&gt;Not just for me&lt;br /&gt;Giving you with this and that&lt;br /&gt;Giving gave nothing back&lt;br /&gt;It's all related to&lt;br /&gt;All the things I do&lt;br /&gt;Feeling like a fool inside&lt;br /&gt;Seeing all the things you tried&lt;br /&gt;I am nothing&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody, someone&lt;br /&gt;Can somebody help me?&lt;br /&gt;All I need is some pain&lt;br /&gt;Not just for me&lt;br /&gt;I look, a sign&lt;br /&gt;I need someone&lt;br /&gt;Inside, to help me out&lt;br /&gt;With what&lt;br /&gt;Im trying&lt;br /&gt;I'm crying&lt;br /&gt;I'm frying&lt;br /&gt;In a pile of&lt;br /&gt;Shit&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying&lt;br /&gt;I'm dying&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody, somebody, somebody, someone&lt;br /&gt;I need somebody, somebody, somebody, someone&lt;br /&gt;Someone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics by KoRn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://english.pravda.ru/main/18/87/347/9915_tank.html"&gt;http://english.pravda.ru/main/18/87/347/9915_tank.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112225113789693717?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112225113789693717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112225113789693717' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112225113789693717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112225113789693717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/07/post.html' title='A post'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112216392975877884</id><published>2005-07-23T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T19:59:21.553-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello Im not high</title><content type='html'>Hey Im happy and the surprise is&lt;br /&gt;Im not high high&lt;br /&gt;I do not eat shrrooms or smoke&lt;br /&gt;Mushrrooms, or do crack&lt;br /&gt;Or smoke it, crackweed&lt;br /&gt;Do not do drugs&lt;br /&gt;Although i laugh at anti drug commecials&lt;br /&gt;And this is the point where&lt;br /&gt;I end this song&lt;br /&gt;Because I havent smoked any dope&lt;br /&gt;and my mom says I was on the pc enough&lt;br /&gt;That aint true&lt;br /&gt;But however I dont do drugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUk being a teenager sucks because u gota deal with chemical bullshit of hormones dancing inside of you like a Russian rullet game being played inside a tank.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112216392975877884?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112216392975877884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112216392975877884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112216392975877884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112216392975877884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/07/hello-im-not-high.html' title='Hello Im not high'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112213379440915484</id><published>2005-07-23T08:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-23T14:49:38.666-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bad dreams, still half asleep, indifference.</title><content type='html'>Dammit, I had this stupid dream today. It really pissed me off for some reason. It made little sense, and the whole situation was loosely somehow related to a college atmosphere, and for some reason I punched this guy next to me like two times, then I find out he's my friend (for some reason.) Then, for some reason there's this chick somehow involved in the whole loosely based justification framework of a dream, and somehow I get pissed. I dont know how this dream I found out to be really annoying, but I got pissed in it, and something which never happens, for me to get angry in my dreams, I usually jst have an atmosphere of indifferent cool.&lt;br /&gt;I saw Wedding Crashes yesterday with my friends. It's a really funny movie. and not cheesy, but just funny. Overally the movie is based on like half bullshit, and its 1/2 bullshit, but thats what makes it loosely funny. I dont know I liked it, and I think it was worth paying for. Although I did miss the begining when it shows that they're lawyers and etc. The boobage was there at the beginning sort of like a grenade explosion, big but within a contained radius and time interval. At first I was like wait, those for real boobs, because they look real. Some nice boobs that there were there.&lt;br /&gt;Springfield mall is a really ghetto mall. I when in burke, like to go to bookstores situated in proximity to it, (Borders, and Barnes) but the bookstores dont even appear to be as if the're in vicinity of a ghetto mall. WEll that makes sense, no reason for gheto people to read books they're ghetto and they want to stay "fo reel".&lt;br /&gt;Which brings me up to a topic of where to find Vadim in a mall. Well first that mall beter have a big bookstore, or a decent one, or vadim will never even take a step into it, unless for foodstuff reasons. Second mall must have fast food chain, or any type of fast food that vadim will find acceptable to eat at. Like Burger King, which Im beginning to find to be a piece of shit. During this night I witnessed a really weird thunderstorm, for like an hour after 1an yo could see thunder flashes and strikes in the distance but not hear them as the storm approached from D.C to bethesda, then when it actually hits me, for like 10 minutes theres rain thunder then theres just thunder and the storm again speeds away back to DC. Some strange impression I got.&lt;br /&gt;Shit, the most unexpected today was that when I ran on a treadmill or whatever its called in a gym, I ran 3 miles in 30minutes. Just the fact that I can run a mile was really suprising to me. Never thought of myself as a mile running person. But the temperature was around 70 so that made it confortable unlike outside usual 90. Jez I ran 3 miles. I could still run more but then my mom was like ruaaarghhhhh... So there.&lt;br /&gt;On an unsurprising note I can only bench rpess 140 pounds. Fuckin texmex machine I used before is all fucked up. I did bench 180 there but it was weirder, different mechanism of benchin.  Pablo used to say that he could bench 180 but he didnt look that built up in chest to bench that much, so im guessing in tex mex ways he was benchin 180 tacos. With all due respect. FUk thats it. Im gona go all big gym. Screw litle gyms. I wonder if my leg muscles gona hurt like shit afterwards.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112213379440915484?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112213379440915484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112213379440915484' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112213379440915484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112213379440915484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/07/bad-dreams-still-half-asleep.html' title='Bad dreams, still half asleep, indifference.'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112190160988101791</id><published>2005-07-20T16:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-20T16:32:55.836-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Freon Gas Turkey Nuke</title><content type='html'>One day I was thinking of a song&lt;br /&gt;and it went like this&lt;br /&gt;Freon Gas Nuke Nuke Freeze Freeze&lt;br /&gt;Hit the fridge Hit the fridge&lt;br /&gt;The sound catchiness freezes&lt;br /&gt;Within my ears, like an Ak bullet&lt;br /&gt;in slipstream, sci fis is camel&lt;br /&gt;bullshit that squirrels shit&lt;br /&gt;from trees and drop on your&lt;br /&gt;cars as dead turdling feces&lt;br /&gt;Nuke Nuke Freeze Freeze&lt;br /&gt;Sound of the snow rat comming&lt;br /&gt;down on its knees&lt;br /&gt;To dig down slowly dig deep&lt;br /&gt;dig through steel depleted uranium&lt;br /&gt;fridges cassings and old tvs&lt;br /&gt;diggin deeper then termite ant&lt;br /&gt;dig dig dig&lt;br /&gt;Freon gas comming out of all holes&lt;br /&gt;Nuke Nuke Freeze Freeze&lt;br /&gt;It isnt both because I see no fridge&lt;br /&gt;It isnt less Enterpries, because&lt;br /&gt;Cpt Janeway likes photon torpedoes&lt;br /&gt;Vulcans are ducttaped feelingsexuals&lt;br /&gt;and warp drive makes no sense&lt;br /&gt;because the warp core is a gazzilion feet long&lt;br /&gt;just the way trekkies ordered it on ebay&lt;br /&gt;Nuke Nuke Freeze Freeze&lt;br /&gt;Freon gas will cook my turkey&lt;br /&gt;shell casings are warm enough to start fire&lt;br /&gt;Fire through which stuff comes together&lt;br /&gt;and apart fire through which a firebat&lt;br /&gt;burns zergings with its plasma perdition&lt;br /&gt;flamethrower which I use to set fire to&lt;br /&gt;my porno collection from the planet&lt;br /&gt;of Zutopia which has automatic&lt;br /&gt;cable channel changes and ductape&lt;br /&gt;makes dvd players work worsebetter then doublethink&lt;br /&gt;allows this pencil to write because&lt;br /&gt;the layers come of in a segmented way&lt;br /&gt;of insecurity, duplicity&lt;br /&gt;Just how life is a deodorant&lt;br /&gt;theres so much to put on you, that you&lt;br /&gt;can smell life wouldnt be a soviet&lt;br /&gt;if you couldnt smell as a snow rat&lt;br /&gt;and see nuked turd you can dig through&lt;br /&gt;Nuke Nuke Freez Freeze&lt;br /&gt;Freon gas burning turkey in the fridge&lt;br /&gt;Nuke Nuke Freez Freeze&lt;br /&gt;Is because Im vadim I smell differently&lt;br /&gt;Yet differently from hot dog makers&lt;br /&gt;rice crispies bars and kellogs morning&lt;br /&gt;fat food is it just because&lt;br /&gt;a tv is a tube before some dushebag&lt;br /&gt;tries to sound smart by talking plasma&lt;br /&gt;Anthropology is a science of jumblyn primitivity&lt;br /&gt;You cant call anyone stupid even if&lt;br /&gt;you use with all due respect youre&lt;br /&gt;stupid and your animal dont&lt;br /&gt;deserve peta because they havent&lt;br /&gt;developed assault rifles, internet besbians&lt;br /&gt;tanks and star destroyes&lt;br /&gt;Besbians come from bespin because&lt;br /&gt;Lando Callrisian is a pim and&lt;br /&gt;R2-D2 has the biggest encyclopedia&lt;br /&gt;of porn in a galaxy far far away&lt;br /&gt;Freon Gas Nuke Nuke Freez Freeze&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should take a shower&lt;br /&gt;for the rest of eternity so I could wash&lt;br /&gt;of the foreign status that so&lt;br /&gt;deeply entrenched in me because&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt help me at all Im&lt;br /&gt;just a program of another stupid&lt;br /&gt;tv station which is  in a way&lt;br /&gt;adolescent a concept that plagues the&lt;br /&gt;rats of today because I dont not see&lt;br /&gt;this bland dark thing showing up anywhere&lt;br /&gt;Nuke Nuke Freez Freeze&lt;br /&gt;Let some things die in peace&lt;br /&gt;let some things die in peace&lt;br /&gt;I hear Im stupid I dont do shit&lt;br /&gt;Some hearing yet I know its another green way around&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should write another email saying&lt;br /&gt;we should just be friends, but to comprehend&lt;br /&gt;the power of futility of bouncing around in hope&lt;br /&gt;of a quantum determenistic paradox is hard to understand&lt;br /&gt;Nuke Nuke Freez Freeze&lt;br /&gt;Theres never such a thing as too many things&lt;br /&gt;things to kill only whether there is&lt;br /&gt;enough nukes to go on a rampage of peaceful coexistialistic destruction&lt;br /&gt;because we destroy to creat the&lt;br /&gt;notion of existence in our eyes&lt;br /&gt;yet  we see with our mind&lt;br /&gt;Cmon freon gas nuke it&lt;br /&gt;Nuke Nuke Freez Freeze&lt;br /&gt;Nuke the critics the garbage cans&lt;br /&gt;MTV freeze freeze&lt;br /&gt;Nuke Nuke Freez Freeze&lt;br /&gt;Is nuking what made yougurt&lt;br /&gt;come alive and say Yoda&lt;br /&gt;Nuke it to the mushroom sky&lt;br /&gt;Nuke the sky Nuke the sky&lt;br /&gt;Hell if you make it warm enough&lt;br /&gt;You might turn the clouds green&lt;br /&gt;but not color green because it would&lt;br /&gt;be then clouds of peace&lt;br /&gt;But nukin all you still hear a chant&lt;br /&gt;Nuke Nuke Freez Freeze&lt;br /&gt;Freon Gas consumes burning fridge&lt;br /&gt;Let that turkey kill the peace&lt;br /&gt;Nuke Nuke Freez Freeze&lt;br /&gt;Freon Gas consumes burning fridge&lt;br /&gt;Let that turkey kill the peace&lt;br /&gt;Nuke Nuke Freez Freeze&lt;br /&gt;Freon Gas consumes burning fridge&lt;br /&gt;Let that turkey kill the peace&lt;br /&gt;Freon Gas consumes burning fridge&lt;br /&gt;Freon Gas consumes burning fridge&lt;br /&gt;Let that turkey kill the peaceLet that turkey kill the peace&lt;br /&gt;Let that turkey kill the peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112190160988101791?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112190160988101791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112190160988101791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112190160988101791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112190160988101791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/07/freon-gas-turkey-nuke.html' title='Freon Gas Turkey Nuke'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112182899584328984</id><published>2005-07-19T19:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-21T16:12:31.996-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Love or whatever it is, why wont you die</title><content type='html'>Where else to put up these lyrics I thought up of&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Acceptance is a funny word&lt;br /&gt;To ponder and evaluate&lt;br /&gt;But its really double edged sword&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On an odd note, I can bench 200. But I'm leaving that to ssome doubt for the benching machine I use has a 5% chance of questionable. Now that I reached my target goal I wonder what to do. I know it screws up with growth, but..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is becoming a battle of attrition. Or whatever the fuck it is. I don't know. I dont think its love anymore, for I havent seen this girl for like a month and havent felt or thought the same way anymore about her anymore. Yet at weird time she comes back to my mind. A definite example of that hope dies last. Hope is like a weird room you bounce in that is sealed of from the outside world. And even weirder for me is that I fully realistically understand the futility of my situation, or that there can be nothing of the thing I hoped. Haha. Whatever it is. I guess its just slow denial, subconsiously. Funy to battle yourself when you love yet arent loved and the reasons are so quagmired and murky. And adding to the chaoticity is that one of your good friends is the subject of this affection you desire. Perhaps love is only something that should be aware of only when there's a mutual exchange. I wasnt jealous of my friend but really confused, and just shockfull. Why him, and how did it all play out. God so weird, and incomprehensible. The only time it ever burnt like shit inside of me is when I found out of that weird occurence on Wednesday. Then it was just a weird ride on a metro trying to find your shadow. Well there was hope in me, but then there was also a slowly growing situational awareness of hopelessness and resignition to futility. Vadim just needs to shut the fuck up. Now my best moments are listening to Weird Al's singing about yoda livin in a swamp and bublin down and uup like a giant carbonated soda. As well as Kornin out. KoRn. Or however its spelled. Huaarrrrrghhhhhh. Resignation to futility. Cmon resign Vadim. Checkmate?! Conflicts within yourself are weird to look back upon. Who's really battling who. Free will (whatever that is, although I have some ideas) and subconscious a powerful yet murky thing. No more little bland fake plant Coldplay anymore. I dont want to hope if I am when I know it is futile. Die hope Die. I shouldnt think about this crap too much.&lt;br /&gt;It is destructive and depressive. That's same reason I hate to watch O.C.&lt;br /&gt;What if I'm not part of all that social life (bullshit) of high school relationships. Great that I read things and have other things to rummage through in my mind. Reading "A different Universe". Rather one interesting and impacting books about physics. Also developed a rather interesting military strategy. It basicly works something along this :&lt;br /&gt;How can a 10000 strong military force (PMF) defeat a nation size army around 300000 troops.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112182899584328984?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112182899584328984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112182899584328984' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112182899584328984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112182899584328984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/07/love-or-whatever-it-is-why-wont-you.html' title='Love or whatever it is, why wont you die'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112147860974354669</id><published>2005-07-18T15:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T13:01:44.463-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What if pac man didnt get high</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.leroyburgess.com/news/images/red-bull.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.leroyburgess.com/news/images/red-bull.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/972/1600/yoda25.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/972/400/yoda24.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.telebel.de/~Sandy/images/X-Wing%20Tech.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://home.telebel.de/~Sandy/images/X-Wing%20Tech.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://whitetrashwarehouse.com/White_Trash_Ass_Heaven.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://whitetrashwarehouse.com/White_Trash_Ass_Heaven.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.telebel.de/~Sandy/images/X-Wing%20Tech.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/972/1600/yoda24.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://wenpigsfly.org/ss/yoda/yoda2.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An important question popped today into my mind&lt;br /&gt;While I was working out and listening to music&lt;br /&gt;What if pac man didnt get high&lt;br /&gt;High high, so high, higher&lt;br /&gt;Pacman is like a yellow golfball, sorta like the sun&lt;br /&gt;But the lepricon that got hit with a laser bolt&lt;br /&gt;A chipped in two and went rampage&lt;br /&gt;That equalled the rampage of a Death Star&lt;br /&gt;The result of pac man getting high&lt;br /&gt;High high so high&lt;br /&gt;What would've happened if pacman didnt get high&lt;br /&gt;Didn get so high he though the lights were the sun&lt;br /&gt;Think of all the crap that wouldnt have happened&lt;br /&gt;Like my mom yellin at me to watch some damn movie&lt;br /&gt;That was oscar nominated, or winner&lt;br /&gt;And has a weird cast&lt;br /&gt;Pacman is like an angry tennis ball&lt;br /&gt;Snapin up down, like a monkey jumpin&lt;br /&gt;From branch to branch searching for bannanas&lt;br /&gt;of collor yellow, collor yellow of flowers&lt;br /&gt;of which I cannot remember the name&lt;br /&gt;Because pacman didn get high&lt;br /&gt;Higher than the the x-prize distance&lt;br /&gt;What would've happened if pacman didn get high&lt;br /&gt;Would George Lucas wait until 1 am at strip joint&lt;br /&gt;For a tired stripper, and for a collection of rpg books&lt;br /&gt;And some cash, goten laid and a bonus of herpes&lt;br /&gt;And therefore no More Star wars&lt;br /&gt;No more Darth Vader and x-wings&lt;br /&gt;That're shaped like dicks with 4 fusion engines for balls&lt;br /&gt;What kinda sperm does it fire, besides laser bolts&lt;br /&gt;Would then Star Trek be the flagship&lt;br /&gt;of science fiction soap opera with 7of9's boobs twice in size&lt;br /&gt;But nothing can match the lightsaber&lt;br /&gt;That cuts shit and doubles infinetely in size&lt;br /&gt;What would've happened if pacman didn get high&lt;br /&gt;What would all the nerds woulda done&lt;br /&gt;would they all commit suicide&lt;br /&gt;and in 2000 soviet attack camels storm NY&lt;br /&gt;Stormin an stealing, yellow Hummers H2&lt;br /&gt;What would've happened if pacman didn get high&lt;br /&gt;What woulda happend&lt;br /&gt;High high high high high&lt;br /&gt;How much more high then a drunk 4nr&lt;br /&gt;So high even higher then something like&lt;br /&gt;The record for that fine ass&lt;br /&gt;that can be mounted on a wookie carrying a c-3p0&lt;br /&gt;and some chicks of star trek&lt;br /&gt;trying to bi out on each other&lt;br /&gt;cause the ratings will sky rocket for the firs 30 min&lt;br /&gt;and then plunge to a level of those of&lt;br /&gt;heavy endurance of the ak but&lt;br /&gt;like the chinese type whatever in sand and crap&lt;br /&gt;Star trek makes so little sense&lt;br /&gt;Because pak man didnt get high&lt;br /&gt;Pac Man Pac man pac man&lt;br /&gt;that yellow office popcorn that chases around&lt;br /&gt;darkened dots on the screen&lt;br /&gt;Woulda all the nerds get bored of rpg&lt;br /&gt;and then randomly get laid&lt;br /&gt;Because cause even an r2-d2 gets luky&lt;br /&gt;for some fukin day&lt;br /&gt;when the rubber dont burn like it burns&lt;br /&gt;and for final&lt;br /&gt;What would've happened if pacman didn get high&lt;br /&gt;Woulda I be able to get porn on fox&lt;br /&gt;after 12 or 1 or 2, home of bill oreilli who likes vibrators&lt;br /&gt;when Im finished readin military strategies&lt;br /&gt;and feelin like a lonely x-wing pilot&lt;br /&gt;Would Fox News central broadcast&lt;br /&gt;for one time unbiased&lt;br /&gt;lesbian or accurately bi chicks makin out&lt;br /&gt;and feelin like a lonely x-wing pilot&lt;br /&gt;to stroke my soviet banana&lt;br /&gt;Now remember Red Bull makes u horny&lt;br /&gt;Like a monkey, that is on a red bull&lt;br /&gt;Jumpin round&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112147860974354669?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112147860974354669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112147860974354669' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112147860974354669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112147860974354669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/07/what-if-pac-man-didnt-get-high.html' title='What if pac man didnt get high'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112157021434448488</id><published>2005-07-16T22:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-16T20:16:54.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FFW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/972/1600/CCI00045.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/972/320/CCI00045.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/972/1600/CCI00044a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/972/320/CCI00044a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/972/1600/CCI00042.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/972/200/CCI00042.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/972/1600/CCI00043a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/972/200/CCI00043a.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Apoligize for small size, just for some reason when I try to upload em at large, the thing crashes or times out. Damn 56k. Now one of these I drew around 3 years ago. The rest are recent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112157021434448488?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112157021434448488/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112157021434448488' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112157021434448488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112157021434448488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/07/ffw.html' title='FFW'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112144664571319308</id><published>2005-07-15T09:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-15T10:06:33.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday...obviously...not much to say</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/IMAGES/t-90vlad001.html"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fas.org/man/dod-101/sys/land/row/t-90.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://www.fas.org/man/dod-101/sys/land/row/t-90.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://news.ft.com/cms/s/28cfe55a-f4a7-11d9-9dd1-00000e2511c8.html"&gt;http://news.ft.com/cms/s/28cfe55a-f4a7-11d9-9dd1-00000e2511c8.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Top Chinese general warns US over attack, says shit like that China is prepared to nuke USA.&lt;br /&gt;Lol, so what if China launches like 300 nukes of which like 200 cant even lift off. USA is just gona retaliate and turn china into one big rice crispies bar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newsday.com/entertainment/music/wire/sns-ap-music-terror-rapper,0,4711083,print.story?coll=sns-ap-music-headlines"&gt;http://www.newsday.com/entertainment/music/wire/sns-ap-music-terror-rapper,0,4711083,print.story?coll=sns-ap-music-headlines&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;an&gt;I need to change blog format, so I dont have to come up with title names anymore. These things are proving to be fairly annoying, and an obstacle to weird non-stop bursts of writing.&lt;br /&gt;My dreams are getting far more weird. Of all that I remember, which is now around 3, the first two had very weird assortment of events and people that I know personally, and sometimes never even see before appear in weird sequences. For some weird reasons some of the places that I go through in my dreams are weird composites of things. Like this one place was like a school ground, yet had weird side buildings, and was a bus stop from a weird trip that I didnt remember. It's as if some of the places that I know get all mashed up, or mixed up in my memory. In this other dream, while I was dreaming i though the place was Emerson, yet later when I woke up it turned out to be a Huka bar with some weird exist arrangement.&lt;br /&gt;I'm not sure how the following question entered my mind, but has the number of condoms used since the Ak's were introduced greater then the number of bullets that are fired from the Ak's?&lt;br /&gt;I know that it seems like a dumb question, but theres only like somewhere around 100-120mil aks and somewhat around of 6.5 bilion people on this planet....&lt;br /&gt;I dunno..&lt;br /&gt;I think Im gona use blogger images to put up some of my drawings on this thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112144664571319308?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112144664571319308/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112144664571319308' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112144664571319308'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112144664571319308'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/07/fridayobviouslynot-much-to-say.html' title='Friday...obviously...not much to say'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112138373969658034</id><published>2005-07-14T15:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-14T21:01:11.410-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Whats up with this humid weather</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/972/1600/leop31.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/972/400/leop31.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first I thought Korn sucked, but I have a change of opinion. Oh yeah, heres a rather decent tank, of German origin. Leopard 2. Weird Al Yankoich is such a dirty wookie hippie. "The night Santa went crazy", lmao. Incidentally, that tank's image gets stuck in my head when I hear first like 30-40 secs of Candy Shop. Which is rather perplexing. Having images and other views of tanks appear in your head while listening to a rap clearly talking about oral sex is weird.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112138373969658034?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112138373969658034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112138373969658034' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112138373969658034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112138373969658034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/07/whats-up-with-this-humid-weather.html' title='Whats up with this humid weather'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112127094265644304</id><published>2005-07-13T09:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-13T09:09:02.663-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sick, reluctant to action and heavy headed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/972/1600/asadbabyl_001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/2721/972/320/asadbabyl_001.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, Im down with a cold I guess. Dont know why, but its rather annoying, my head is starting to crack up, and my body keeps aching in that weird way when you're down with a cold. No better put?!&lt;br /&gt;Hope no one will bother me...Feeling down and pessimistic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tank of the day.Some crappy  tank of a middle east country.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112127094265644304?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112127094265644304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112127094265644304' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112127094265644304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112127094265644304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/07/sick-reluctant-to-action-and-heavy.html' title='Sick, reluctant to action and heavy headed'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112113082134138606</id><published>2005-07-11T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T10:48:22.760-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its the Morals fuckers, the Morals.</title><content type='html'>Working on KFC chicken conspiracy rap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im happy to anounce that I found a way for keeping my feet from smelling bad. I have to wash them with soap when I take shower.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrite, I dont feel like embarking on a mini essay writing here, but heres a brief Vadims guide to morals, ethics and good/bad.&lt;br /&gt;First I would like to say that good and bad concepts are bullshit, despite whatever the majority of people think. It really doesnt matter how many people are killed, or whatever, anything that goes way past any moral guidelines meters on horificity of the act doesnt really matter. A simple thing can illustrate this, does the chair really care whether a person is killed. What does the word "care" itself really mean. (Some sorta of complex bullshitiznes embedded in the brains of human beings). However ignorance is bliss, and (its one of few things I like to accredit to my continuued existence, I interpret it in a rather weird way, but it works) morals is bullshit that keeps societies together, and something that enabled them to come together in first place as well as keep functioning.&lt;br /&gt;Basicly every goddamn living human motherfuker on the planet is selfish.&lt;br /&gt;Now when you have two selfish fuckers, how the fck do u expect them to work together or even live together when they are selfish fucks and steal dirt and dirty haji meat marinated in piss from each other. Now have like 20 selfish fucks living in a band trying to live out. Morals is a concept that originates (maybe) from the abstract thinking of humankind. If Im selfish and the other guy is two, unless we both agree to limit our selfishness from acting out and stealing shit from each other, which might lead to a fight in which both of us may be cut and roll in the mud, and have wounds infected by crappuy bacteria and while we attempt to recuperrate by remaining stationary most of the time some young fuck who didnt participate in our stupid quarell is fucking both of our wives and we cant do shit because we're fcked up by bacteria.&lt;br /&gt;That is morals. Its the individuals realizattion that the guy eating food and sharing food with him is also a selfish bastard, but because neither of them can easily get away with killing the other, and if they totaly become selfish animals and run amock it wouldnt benefit either one of them, for that kind of disturbance would mean neither of them would survive.&lt;br /&gt;(Apply same logic to band groups and larger, for that humans on their own for most of homo sapien sapien (a dumb mutherfuker who likes to fuck things) wouldnt have survived if everyone went solo, and commando style )&lt;br /&gt;That is morals. WE all limit our selfishness impulses from acting out for it would disturb the boomerang that is contained within the containment fields of bullshit morals and then the boomerang will randomly fly around and strike people and kill people and make the sky colored blood red right during lunch time. Morals are for that no one can easily get away doing shit to others without fearing reprisal, so therefore in groups such a concept exists to make sure the group stays together and survives.&lt;br /&gt;However whenever one can get away with doing shitload of shit to others, like if I was dressed up in a like predator type warsuit with mini nuke launchers and total impregnatibility to retaliation of any sort from other earthlings organized or not I wouldnt give a shit about morals and spit on things and kill things and hump chicks. However the irony is that only morals allow me to write such antimorralic shit. Im not against moralls, while its sorta funny how they work, a random savage state of man society wouldnt allow vadim to write such things.&lt;br /&gt;Plain and fucking simple, I think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;haha flying coconuts who're amoralic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.suntimes.com/output/roeper/cst-nws-roep11.html#121"&gt;http://www.suntimes.com/output/roeper/cst-nws-roep11.html#121&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112113082134138606?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112113082134138606/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112113082134138606' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112113082134138606'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112113082134138606'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/07/its-morals-fuckers-morals.html' title='Its the Morals fuckers, the Morals.'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112100635383347446</id><published>2005-07-10T07:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T07:53:39.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn, so smelly and stinky, cant ppl turn the ac on</title><content type='html'>Okay, definetly after this post Im gona need to take a shower.&lt;br /&gt;So far there aint much to post. Oh wait, theres always crap.I went to see Kirov's (or whatever its called) ballet yesterday, basicly my mom made me, and I didnt care much for fighting cause I had no better to do. It was comical in a sense, for there were like ragheads who kept trying to steal these chicks, and basicly do the raghead thing on them. Too bad they didnt dance cause that would be funny. In a way it was sort of raghead paradise. Half of the time I was imagining Mi-24 Hinds flying to the music of the orchestra, Apocalypse Now! style. One of the best parts of that movie is when the choppers turn on the classical music to blaring out loud, and begin their attack run. Carnage and destruction to Mozart. BUt those Hinds, damn you can add so many interesting combos to them.&lt;br /&gt;I've been hearing that the movie industry is complaining again, this time about the continual annual decrease in the tickets sold. Well the answer is rather obvious. Movies now really suck. Theres so few movies to go to watch, and plus in the whole process a single movie costs $20 plus drink/popcorn, while a decent game costs around 50$ yet provides so much more entertainment. Its just that shitty movies cannot compete with computer games, and other new random shit ppl do over the internet. &gt;&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailyrotten.com/"&gt;http://www.dailyrotten.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;&lt;gta&gt;The TV news of this country suck.&lt;br /&gt;Some other crap sucks too. MTV sucks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112100635383347446?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112100635383347446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112100635383347446' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112100635383347446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112100635383347446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/07/damn-so-smelly-and-stinky-cant-ppl.html' title='Damn, so smelly and stinky, cant ppl turn the ac on'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112087985941927291</id><published>2005-07-08T20:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-08T20:39:16.693-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Have can will travel....</title><content type='html'>Damn, the ways of mine are taking a toll on me. Today I have been feeling nothing short of totally tired, and unwilling to do anything, just wonna lay somewhere and lie down. Stayin up till 3 reading books and listening to music arent realy fun, unless you have energy drinks every day to last you until next day. Ugh...the damn effects of caffeine deprevation.&lt;br /&gt;I have discovered a Limited Edition Cheez Its Box with C-3po on it that my mom tried to hide from me on the fridge hidden behind a cracker box. I wonder how full is it of Trademark references as the Darth Vader Box.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In russia im proud to sing bullshit&lt;br /&gt;Russia is all about crapin on your neighbors more&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're sitting in crap yourself&lt;br /&gt;It is culture of crapin more on neighbor&lt;br /&gt;Thats why door to door business isnt good&lt;br /&gt;Its like tradin with camels&lt;br /&gt;You never get anywhere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112087985941927291?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112087985941927291/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112087985941927291' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112087985941927291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112087985941927291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/07/have-can-will-travel.html' title='Have can will travel....'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112076592761139374</id><published>2005-07-07T12:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-07T12:52:07.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Turkey mission</title><content type='html'>The reason turkeys live is so they can make fun of us&lt;br /&gt;for makin so much bullshit all round&lt;br /&gt;stagin concerts in tryin to help out africans&lt;br /&gt;how can joy and celebration make buildings and cure dieases!&lt;br /&gt;Sing the turkey song&lt;br /&gt;Sing it, Sing it like you mean it&lt;br /&gt;Throw your fist up high, stir up the trouble in the air&lt;br /&gt;Wave it round like you dont care, and like you wona run around naked in a turkey costume....&lt;br /&gt;Fuck that&lt;br /&gt;Throw your fist up in the air, stir it up, feel the air&lt;br /&gt;This day I repaired my damn headphones&lt;br /&gt;I had to do a chinese job, yet Im an uzi, and I like kabob, and I call my self a russian&lt;br /&gt;Because my dad never gave a shit, and my mom is a russian&lt;br /&gt;I only realized now that kabob is plov, and that indians have money to buy Su-30mki's&lt;br /&gt;How do you sing a turkey song&lt;br /&gt;That might suck so much ass, and suck some more&lt;br /&gt;Just sing that fucking turkey song&lt;br /&gt;Sing it like a whinin bitch in that backyard&lt;br /&gt;Sing it like a hick, like a tick that fried in my mwave, sing it like that damn mtv&lt;br /&gt;What are we singing here anyway&lt;br /&gt;because saddam stole my turkey&lt;br /&gt;oh that dirty haji stole my turkey&lt;br /&gt;because saddam stole my turkey&lt;br /&gt;he took the fridge too."&lt;br /&gt;Its all about the turkey song&lt;br /&gt;And im bored, yet I didnt whack it, I read books on killing shit&lt;br /&gt;Then got really tired and fell asleep, and dreamt about some weird crap&lt;br /&gt;That I dont even remember, some random crap&lt;br /&gt;I think turkeys flew around, and I tried to steal something&lt;br /&gt;And someone said something in the way of prophesizing about&lt;br /&gt;Turkeys, turkeys, some thing&lt;br /&gt;Wait I remember I half-dreamt about chicks asses&lt;br /&gt;I dont even know how or why&lt;br /&gt;Turkeys, turkeys in those fridges&lt;br /&gt;What are we singing here anyway&lt;br /&gt;because saddam stole my turkey&lt;br /&gt;oh that dirty haji stole my turkey&lt;br /&gt;because saddam stole my turkey&lt;br /&gt;he took the fridge too.&lt;br /&gt;Did you know u can pavlovian out&lt;br /&gt;Did you know you can fry a turkey and eat it&lt;br /&gt;Did you know McDonalds makes you fat&lt;br /&gt;But turkeys dont fly&lt;br /&gt;And now I entertain myself with a funny thought&lt;br /&gt;So funny I cannot comprehend it&lt;br /&gt;I dont trust stuff magazine anymore&lt;br /&gt;its too weird to look at yet even weirder to read&lt;br /&gt;But the best thing is stay away from redbull, and horny goat weed&lt;br /&gt;Because I dont wonna hump random objects&lt;br /&gt;And any type of canned horninizer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But in the end&lt;br /&gt;Im chillin like a chin chilla&lt;br /&gt;Ready to pounce like a stealth godzilla&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112076592761139374?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112076592761139374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112076592761139374' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112076592761139374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112076592761139374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/07/turkey-mission.html' title='Turkey mission'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112068103395715000</id><published>2005-07-06T13:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-06T13:30:35.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn Turkey song</title><content type='html'>Heres another turkey song, that Ill sing without smoking a bong&lt;br /&gt;or two ton camel king kong, dubong&lt;br /&gt;Lyrics suck as much as fifty sucks his schlong&lt;br /&gt;Thinking hes smoking a bong&lt;br /&gt;But hes really jerking it long, even longer then master fong&lt;br /&gt;and singing candy shop lyrics alone, with no microphone&lt;br /&gt;And no g-unit flag near his empty bong&lt;br /&gt;and no candy in the fridge&lt;br /&gt;cause the turkey was in the fridge&lt;br /&gt;so sing the turkey song for a long time&lt;br /&gt;before fifty eats all the candy and tries to steal the turkey&lt;br /&gt;and I swear i aint smokin a bong&lt;br /&gt;im just a no wigger, trying to make a small song&lt;br /&gt;in all I rather put a 50 cal on a 300c hemi&lt;br /&gt;I think that car look better in a camo, so I can rob 7-11's&lt;br /&gt;for energy drinks and porno mags and really shitty wine&lt;br /&gt;I dont wonna bitch, but life sometimes makes me whine&lt;br /&gt;Thats point of life is to guard the turkey in the fridge&lt;br /&gt;Cause saddam the haji is gona try to steal it&lt;br /&gt;and make a 7-11 expresso out of it&lt;br /&gt;so I have a mouse that I killed stand guard around my fridge&lt;br /&gt;and hope that it doesnt steal my cheez it star wars box&lt;br /&gt;cause it says limited edition, and hase tm all over it&lt;br /&gt;and this song already broke down&lt;br /&gt;like iraqi army near a food store&lt;br /&gt;but iraqi army doesnt exist&lt;br /&gt;and this summer is starting to look too long&lt;br /&gt;I just want to smoke screen a turkey song&lt;br /&gt;and make sure the turkey is in the fridge&lt;br /&gt;so sadaam will never steal my turkey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112068103395715000?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112068103395715000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112068103395715000' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112068103395715000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112068103395715000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/07/damn-turkey-song.html' title='Damn Turkey song'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112041593568012170</id><published>2005-07-03T11:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-03T11:38:55.686-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I hate malls!</title><content type='html'>I hate damn malls. Malls of any kind. Especially malls that dont have big bookstores and the equivalents of energy drink containing 7-11's. Which theres none. But I hate malls. I went to Springfield mall someday recently, and as I was walking by the dumb crows who just shop I just had the same thing going through my head, no place better deserves a Napalm airstrike then this. God fucking damn. Malls just really suck so much, the epitome of the stupidity of masses, and the insanity of the rollercoaster of trying to make oneself feel worthwhile of living.&lt;br /&gt;Malls should be demolished and be replaced by weapon factories, tank factories, or education facilities. I dont want to hear no fukin god damn shit about how ones life is justified worth living. I think those ppl in malls just to desperatly justify their existence and worth to live by doing their stupid little mall crowd behaviour. I dont justify my existence or the need of my existence to continue. I dont want to go into all the philosophical bullshit. For me what comes close to justification is exterminating the other stupid points of views by means of deadly force. Force of tank, force of machinery, force of infliction of death.&lt;br /&gt;This sounds somewhat negative.....&lt;br /&gt;Just read and gain knowledge you dumb idiots. and stop trying to feel yourselves feel special.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112041593568012170?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112041593568012170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112041593568012170' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112041593568012170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112041593568012170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/07/i-hate-malls.html' title='I hate malls!'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112016197079340141</id><published>2005-06-30T12:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-30T13:54:37.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Culture of War vs Culture of Peace</title><content type='html'>Heres some ideas that I got when I was reading some books recently.&lt;br /&gt;When soldiers go to war, the experience has several profound effects on them. During WWI shell shock was a major thing. I dont currently know why or how shell shock happens, but heres my explanation for that type of an occurence. In the past century the soldiers that went over to war, their usual lives were non-violent, peaceful and etc, the culture that they grew up in overrall didnt have any big upheavals, or chaotic elements that happen during war. However when the infantry soldiers usually 18-20's early, were sent to war, their usual surroundings were replaced by exploding shells, ripped up ground, and men being torn apart every storm, or even within the trenches by shells, bullets, and sometimes grenades. Whatever it is, no soldiers culture or even basic conscript training prepared him for that type of a situation. Now, heres the basic argument, people have their cultural notions (along with language, and other things) hardwired almoust into their unconsciousness, and when that hardwiring doesnt prove to be sufficient for dealing with an unxpected situation the person is placed in, the "hardwiring" control over most of the persons decisions starts to break down, and he desperatly, madly scrambles, (subconsciously, unconsciously) to adapt, to make amends to his own hardwiring to be able to tolerate this kind of new situation. I belive that the same happens in situation of war, and happened in WWI, and that it may explain "shell shock" (basicaly a big nervous breakdown, after which the traumatee starts to behave oddly, weirdly, and out of the "normal" behaviour patterns of his culture) Basically, a person is hardwired to behave a certain way over the course when he grows up, that "hardwiring" is culture, culture isnt just language, and pottery, and other things of culture, culture itself is also something that is hardwired in every person of that culture, therefore he/she can interact easily with the other members, for they have the right so to say, codes to efficiently communicate to other members. What happens when two different cultures meet is that each others patterns of behaviour which most people dont notice in themselvs are dictated by thei hard wiring, and therefore when two different cultures meet theres a misunderstandings conflicts, and attempts to work out something, for neither posses the key to the door, or key to effective communication with each other.&lt;br /&gt;In war, the soldiers cultural hardwiring is challanged by the situation. (or so it drastically was in WWI) for theres no guidelines for him to be able to deal with the situation he's thrust into. Always being so close to death, overtime, his cultural hardwiring gets more and more challanged by the current situation. Its hard to adapt to it, and for a while it's gets suppresed, but at some point the conflict is too strong, and therefore, the normal subroutines are no longer recongnized as valid. I think, it'll be good to introduce the concept of cultural checkpoints here. I think every culture has certain checks-balances built into it. Those things act as checks upon the "hardwired" cultural concepts. For example when in war, and regular cultural notions of behaviour are incompatible, these checks serve as things that take heed of the sitation and evaluate the course of the action that is to be taken. In these cases sometimes these checks actually overthrow, or take out of command the usual subroutinees, cultural notions that serve to guide a soldier, and try to instate a different modell to deal with the situation. With this "overthrow" so goes language and behavioral, physical action patterns. Theyre not deleted, they're just shoved off of being the main guidelines that an individual uses subconsciously to guide his behaviour.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, little "recap" here. What I mean by subconscious(uncoscious) guidelines and subroutines are basically that human beings develop a specific subconscious behaviour guidelines from the observance when they were growing up of their culture, and thus copied most of what they observed in subconscious guidelines that would serve them as behavioral guides in the future in how to behave and act within their culture. Basically, like how in the book Blink, while most Americans say they arent racist, tests determine that the attitude that they harbor going through everyday life to blacks, mostly subconscios makes them unaware racists. Like why do also people go to the movies, waste time watching stupid shit on TV, or do other stupid american culture crap.&lt;br /&gt;Being in war turns those guidelines upside down at one point or another, prolonged experience of war would start the individual questioning subconsciously his cultural guidelines, then try to overried them or modify them to be more able to survive the current situation. Before WWI, the cultural guidelines of combat were something like this in britain "Get up, stick your head up high, and march in phalanx like lines toward incoming gunfire to prove your courage, servitude and braver." Very smart.&lt;br /&gt;Shellshock is what happens when the cultural subroutines prove no longer useful for the current situation and become less followed subconsciously, (in behavioural ways) as guidelines, a new modell becomes needed to be installed. However its real hard to let go of something you behaved by for most of your life. Therefore many times its conflict within the soldier, over what to do, what to follow, how to justify own actions within culture, then is that culture worth following. The weird behaviours of broken down soldiers is a physical manifestation of what happens down deeply within the soldier.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm...I think I wrote down what I ment to write down. This isnt exactly easy to tackle and write about of a subject.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fprado.com/armorsite/abrams.htm"&gt;http://www.fprado.com/armorsite/abrams.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.acpr.org.il/ins/articles/Fishbein1.htm"&gt;http://www.acpr.org.il/ins/articles/Fishbein1.htm&lt;/a&gt; &lt;&lt;&lt; take note of the increased proliferation of cuttin edge weaponry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112016197079340141?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112016197079340141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112016197079340141' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112016197079340141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112016197079340141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/06/culture-of-war-vs-culture-of-peace.html' title='Culture of War vs Culture of Peace'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112006906034651069</id><published>2005-06-29T11:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T12:19:58.336-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Talkin about butts</title><content type='html'>One day when I was listening to "baby got back"&lt;br /&gt;I realized that theres something specific about girl asses that make em look nice.&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how to exactly articulate it. Theres something about a nice ass that seperates it from a bad butt.&lt;br /&gt;I dont really like the word ass or butt. Smells of soouthnr hickory. Dammit.&lt;br /&gt;I think humans dont really need language. We need to talk to each other through animal like grunts and chimpanzee like limb movement communication techniques. Just flail our limbs and throw crap, red bull cans, porn mags, and expended ammo rounds at each other.&lt;br /&gt;In case of serious crap I propose we throw calculators at each other. and expended computer motherboards.&lt;br /&gt;Wha what wha&lt;br /&gt;I think what makes a chicks ass look nice if its toned out but has a fat layer which makes it possible for the girl to have a running(walking) endurance of 20km, but yet have sprint ability to run a mile in like 6min. Something like that. One time I remember in my school, this one girl had such a nice ass, it was like a year ago, but damn, if you see it, you'll know what I mean.&lt;br /&gt;I hope ppl dont misinterpret what Im saying. I dont just look at girls for ass and body. I sorta used to. But now, I know theres so much more, theres a personality, its really about talking to each other, and sharing ideas. Im just sorta lookin back now.&lt;br /&gt;Why the hell do ppl ask me stupid questions.&lt;br /&gt;Why do you look at tanks? Well bitch, (kered) why the hell do you stare at porn for hours at end, and then play games for hours at end. Why the hell do you watch oc, stupid shows on wb, stupid crap, waste time talking shit.&lt;br /&gt;Ppl do crap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to vadim.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.vadim.com/vadim/vadim_list.php"&gt;http://www.vadim.com/vadim/vadim_list.php&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112006906034651069?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112006906034651069/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112006906034651069' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112006906034651069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112006906034651069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/06/talkin-about-butts.html' title='Talkin about butts'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-112005680740768157</id><published>2005-06-29T07:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-29T11:03:18.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The new trashcans may be pimped out, but I want to go back to the old ones</title><content type='html'>Putin begins his attempts at rebuilding the former soviet union by stealing a Superbowl ring from a New Patriots team owner. My guess he'll try to sell it on eBay and then use the money support the Russian armed forces. Oh fuk, Putin is just being Putin and grabbing random things that are diamond like. Like a monkey.&lt;br /&gt;I think he'll just throw it at something and do a judo on a table.&lt;br /&gt;Heres how russia works in a sentence of a summary.&lt;br /&gt;It doesnt matter if you live in a trashcan if the next lives in a shittier trashcan.&lt;br /&gt;Trashcans are all there is to life. There no point to life, and whoever searches for it, searches for true bullshit. Whoever does searches for bullshit that isnt bullshit.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways on trashcans. What if p diddy lived in one. Would half of the (w,g,h)iggers in america suddenly start living in ones?&lt;br /&gt;In russia we do not rap&lt;br /&gt;We just get drunk&lt;br /&gt;and smoke crack&lt;br /&gt;in afghani cave&lt;br /&gt;and rap like we're cracked out&lt;br /&gt;with chechen brothers&lt;br /&gt;a big problem that i always encounter is me talking english in foreign&lt;br /&gt;I dont know how to articulate what I mean, but best said, you cant talk shit in pretty colors. Or bullshit. or any form of (  )****&lt;br /&gt;Being vadim is being vadim. In a way it feels as if the name vadim is like a small part of me, in ways names are like territory markings in some way. Its like names connotate some crap through them. I wonder if theres something to names of people that makes other people react diff to them cause of that name.&lt;br /&gt;In russia im proud to sing bullshit&lt;br /&gt;Russia is all about crapin on your neighbors more&lt;br /&gt;Even if you're sitting in crap yourself&lt;br /&gt;It is culture of crapin more on neighbor&lt;br /&gt;Thats why door to door business isnt good&lt;br /&gt;Its like tradin with camels&lt;br /&gt;You never get anywhere&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-112005680740768157?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/112005680740768157/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=112005680740768157' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112005680740768157'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/112005680740768157'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/06/new-trashcans-may-be-pimped-out-but-i.html' title='The new trashcans may be pimped out, but I want to go back to the old ones'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-111998559953070539</id><published>2005-06-28T12:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-28T20:53:09.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn summer</title><content type='html'>someone said that about me&lt;br /&gt;"he doesnt need red bull"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know how this damn summer is gona end. Im gona read some damn books, maybe get a job for a month, but in the end Ill still be pissed off angry and dissapointed. No I wont, I just wont care and wont have any thing to give a damn about.&lt;br /&gt;Its just gona be a summer of perpetrual flatness. and no hightlites.&lt;br /&gt;and me being damn pissed off why i didnt get a girlfriend or get laid, and why the fuk do these stupid jocks and stupid things walk around me with that kinda stuff easily available to them. I dont really care to waste time bitchin about it, I dont really think about it, but when I walk around on the streets some damn Mfs sometimes just piss me the f k off.&lt;br /&gt;I dont exppect anything from this summer. Rather then just stupid oc athmosphere.&lt;br /&gt;The damn isolation will give me time to further formulate my theory.&lt;br /&gt;Not the one which justifies eradicating those fukin lucky assholes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read Jarheads. Good book. Partially what gave me an idea of wanting to be a marine or stuff, what a damn stupidd idea. What am I king salamon of padawans? fuk armed forces, I rather fly or bomb crap, or make weapons, what am I smokey the craked out bear who gets drunk of licked out beer bottles? Hesus, man I aint goin in the armed forces unless I can fly something and bomb from like 20k feet in the sky.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-111998559953070539?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/111998559953070539/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=111998559953070539' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111998559953070539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111998559953070539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/06/damn-summer.html' title='Damn summer'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-111991515107962845</id><published>2005-06-27T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T17:00:38.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dang dang dang</title><content type='html'>I have found this damn sheizekof.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.aerospace-index.com/details.php?id=259"&gt;http://www.aerospace-index.com/details.php?id=259&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at T6. A 155 mm turret from G6 artillery system mounted on a T-72 hull. Damn, that's some fine engineering work. Probably require a lot of maintanance, and not as heavy duty, but hell, I wonder how good does it do against tanks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.fas.org/man/dod-101/sys/land/row/t6-LIWAR01.jpg"&gt;http://www.fas.org/man/dod-101/sys/land/row/t6-LIWAR01.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, I been hoping of this kinda stuff for a long time.&lt;br /&gt;Damn the turret is basicly unarmored. Fuck. Wouldnt be bad if someone at least put up some ERA armor on that shtick, maybe Kontakt 5 or something&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going through the day, sort of half lost and stuff. Gona read that damn fabric of cosmos, think more on my idea, and stuff. Im probably thinkin anyway, but not in a dumb conscious way. I just let my sub c handle the thinking I just read and get info.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-111991515107962845?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/111991515107962845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=111991515107962845' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111991515107962845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111991515107962845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/06/dang-dang-dang.html' title='Dang dang dang'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-111989544017965242</id><published>2005-06-27T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T12:26:08.266-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Red Bull, Math and Girls</title><content type='html'>Red Bull makes you horny. That explains a lota shit. Why first I for half of the class time thought about naked chicks and lesbians and sex during my math class at UMD. And maybe why I only got a B. And maybe why I wont be able to transfer to UVA. Red Bull. An energy drink? All it does is give you a buzz and makes you horny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Careful about reading a book called "The rise of the creative class"&lt;br /&gt;The author is in a way like the Bush administration, bends the information toward his goals or ideals. Some disinformation I saw in that book. So be careful. And plus the author is too flavory and dreamy in his description of this new class. While its true that the new class has to think more then the old, hands on one, however if so to say the 35mil creative class americans are so creative as he says, I dont see any any insanely overwhelming outpour of creativity.&lt;br /&gt;The author is kind of like the previous idealists he denounces in his book, in so many ways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Russia and China vs the West. &lt;a href="http://www.strategypage.com/messageboards/messages/47-1808.asp"&gt;http://www.strategypage.com/messageboards/messages/47-1808.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...Its most likely that CHina at some point will bs Russia and make a move for those oilfields. Nota a lot to gain with dicking around with USA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For sometime I been thinking about joining the Marines or the army. I dont know why, but hell shit goes kinda easily. I always had a thought from time to time wanting to have a command of my own private army for hire which was just a mangled piece of shit of ex soviet equipment moded to whack people, and a buncha of ex low paid mercenaries to high mercenaries to hunt down/kill for USA for $$$. and some ammo. Competing private armies.&lt;br /&gt;I wonder if I can make a good soldier, both in short and long term.&lt;br /&gt;Hmm...lets see Im already fairly fucked up psychologiacally, so If I ever kill stuff I wont remember it, just saying I got my own room 101 in the back of my mind where I put my shit into, but never to go into. Hard to explain.&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I can probably kill people without any remorse or shell shock effects. Well militaries now train you to strafe and not think. So thats auto.&lt;br /&gt;My mom will probably be pissed if I join the armed forces. Probably gota wait after if I do finish (maybe not Im pretty crappy at doin school) college. &lt;br /&gt;Well the next couple decades look like pieces of shit, lota chinga ling, fighting gona happen.&lt;br /&gt;Can I spec ops? Its all about takin so much shit, that you dont give  a damn fuck of shit.&lt;br /&gt;Well I'm,  really hesistant to do anything new, but really shit taking, perspirous or whatever the damn word is. The Will of the psychee.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-111989544017965242?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/111989544017965242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=111989544017965242' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111989544017965242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111989544017965242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/06/red-bull-math-and-girls.html' title='Red Bull, Math and Girls'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-111981456006369683</id><published>2005-06-26T12:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-26T12:43:43.940-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Fire</title><content type='html'>We don't need no water let the motherfucker burn, Burn motherfucker burn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would hicks say when they meet Snoop Dog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dang, dang dang&lt;br /&gt;For hickzzle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I cut my fingers like in 6 places. Stupid me, after I finished drinkin Green tea I started ripping up the can, first with my hands then with my teeth. Then when i had like couple seperate pieces I tried to make one of them into like something to chew upon, but then I started getting my fingers cut. At first I was just waiting for it to stop bleeding, but then damnit I put holes in like 5 places, so I just had to make some damn tight fists, and hope the bloodflow constricts to my hands. So it was so damn bloody fists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check this out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://mbox.hchs.hc.edu.tw/~military/army/m1-tusk.jpg"&gt;http://mbox.hchs.hc.edu.tw/~military/army/m1-tusk.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stupid poems. Aint good for shit. Wrote so many of them, but only one saw the light of the day and that didnt do shit.&lt;br /&gt;Dont even care anymore. No one appreciates shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-111981456006369683?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/111981456006369683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=111981456006369683' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111981456006369683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111981456006369683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/06/fire.html' title='Fire'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-111964583548167835</id><published>2005-06-24T13:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-24T14:12:18.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Situation Iraq Repdate</title><content type='html'>What I dont like about reading science books as Brian Greene's the "Fabric of Comsos" or whatever the name is, is that is whenever I read em, I get distracted a plenty lot, as ideas, thoughts and deliberations on the subject that I'm reading on pop into my head. Its not a bad thing, but it takes me a long time to read a damn quantum mechanics/general relitivity solution (almoust there) book, so my progress is really slow. While I do ponder on those things that pop into my head, I dont give them credit as solving the problems that encounter physicists and others today, I just think about them as tools, something that may help me further on the general principle idea. Sorta like that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little update on the Iraq Situation post. Its getting too long and I dont want to write books here. To summarize it all up, the problem of Iraq is building a stable democratic state in middle east.&lt;br /&gt;So far its very problemautic with economic, insurgent, culture problems.&lt;br /&gt;Can a concept such as democracy exist (coexist) with cultural notions of sharia, Islamic laws/codes, and the culture of Middle east. Probably but it'll take a lota shoving/and pushing for it too be accepted. Basicly it wont come through peace, most likely.&lt;br /&gt;What USA is trying to do in the region or as I see it, is to democratize the middle east, thus the big origin of oil for the long term haul. Basicly, now how OPEC is putting out oil is really annoying to deal with, its not market based, and really screws over market based world economies. A lot of OPECs are not democraties or republics, they're authoritarian. For now USA has iraq to democratize. In long term either through full war, cold war, or just hopping that the residents of surrouding countries let the bright light from Iraq open up their genie bottles other countries in middle east, mainly oil ones will be hopefully turned democratic. Here then the private companies of Euro/Americana origin or of native origin take over the oil production and do it in market ways making it cheap and accesible.&lt;br /&gt;THe only problems with this is the rulers of those countries dont like it, and could cozy up with growing China in the future which doesnt give a shit whether the country it deals with is democratic/authoritarian. So that alliance wouldnt be good for USA, but in terms of oil it wont be as good for china either because states like Saudi Arabia aint realy efficient at their state held oil companies, or money distribution.&lt;br /&gt;The insurgents in iraq are one sunnis who're disenchanted with the occupation but prefer assasination of those who work with amerikans thus gov ppl, contruction ppl etc over mass random carnage bombings of Zarqawi types. Its also been repoted (altho I dont fully trust the authenticity) that Sunnis at some pt battle out with Zarqawi. Some insurgents are part time anti coalition forces, partly also shady criminal gangs that take out police forces while they do about as the please, kindnappings for ransom, and do whatever they want. A lota of men who fight coalition are young, and the high rates of unenmployment (50%) on average throught the country give little to that segment of populace to do. being 18-25, they got really nothing too lose if they go against the USA, and the coalition of the "willing", well in their mindset.&lt;br /&gt;Basicly insurgents are the foreign Zarqawis that randomly butcher for press attention, Sunnis that systematically try to dismantle/prevent a new gov and criminal gangs that are part time insurgents. However those have large support groups in surrounding countries.&lt;br /&gt;USA should move about carefully diplomaticaly in that region so not to piss the countries that surround iraq and have interests in its outcome, so not make them pissed of and make it a pain in the ass for usa army to be in iraq. Syria is getting pushed in that direction, and it can do a lot more that make it a day of hurt for USA.&lt;br /&gt;Sealing the borders and improving the employment opportunities around Iraq could help a lot. When i mean sealin the borders is having patrol UAVs combined with attack choppers eradicate anything that crosses illegaly. Any of that sort. Training Iraqi special forces must also be put on top priority, for those could be so much more efffective in dealing with insurgent in millions of ways. America has not lost Iraq yet as the dirty liberal assbags of the left say. But it hasnt won it yet, so theres lot to be done. (however this is all my opinion, and it may not effectively reflect the current situation in iraq. I havent been there and i only know of what i read.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Solution Iraq is a road of pain with a good end somewhere. But in all of the pain and crap one not better become lost in it and not see the end.&lt;br /&gt;What needs is a lot of work, lot of damn persistence and tenasity to get to that damn pt. Stuff needs to be done systematically, well though out and planned out. It will just take a lota of money, time and be very consumming in ways. So many things are needed to be done in Iraq. USA military has been at best reluctant to temper in local governments, but with the amount of corruption and USA standing by carelessly so to say the locals will not get great impressions of anything, if USA moved in and threw out the trashbags for once, and while as undermocratic that may be,  youre trying to build a fucking country here for fucks sake, it aint easy as going to a 7-11.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand I wake up today, alll confused and sleepy. Trying to read that damn book I realized I smelled like crap and sweat which reminded me of one thing. Back in the old days like 2 yrs ago, I used to play games all summer long. When I played Starcraft through bnet I didnt really maintain good smelly hygienne so to say, and overtime I began to associate or have a link with playing Starcraft and my own sweat stench. Which was weird that once I played Starcraft durring non summer time when i had to go to school I still had the sensation of smelling my own stench whenever I played Starcraft although I didnt really smell.  Be a dog I was.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-111964583548167835?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/111964583548167835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=111964583548167835' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111964583548167835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111964583548167835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/06/situation-iraq-repdate.html' title='Situation Iraq Repdate'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-111954342490357008</id><published>2005-06-23T09:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T09:19:04.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shotguns are the shizzat!</title><content type='html'>Damn, I wasnt perfect, I wasnt the best, but I killed lota people in CS source over at my friends house, shooting with auto shotguns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Quick though of the day that somehow procured upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you break down the brain into all of its components if you search for the meaning or explanation of human consciousness you would just get brain cells and spare parts. If you break down cells into the various molecular components, take all apart so too speak you would just get those things, you would never arrive at that thing whatever it is that makes cells become "life" (Im not implying god here or anything).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2005/06/22/MNGJ7DCKR71.DTL"&gt;http://www.sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/c/a/2005/06/22/MNGJ7DCKR71.DTL&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-111954342490357008?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/111954342490357008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=111954342490357008' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111954342490357008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111954342490357008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/06/shotguns-are-shizzat.html' title='Shotguns are the shizzat!'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-111946801578889444</id><published>2005-06-22T11:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-23T05:33:00.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Situation Iraq</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://quackfiles.blogspot.com/2005/03/praise-allah-political-joke.html"&gt;http://quackfiles.blogspot.com/2005/03/praise-allah-political-joke.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random blog I found on web.&lt;br /&gt;Who is mandrew _&gt; &lt;a href="http://drewhall4ever.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://drewhall4ever.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://jasonscorner.blogspot.com/"&gt;http://jasonscorner.blogspot.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wpeu.net/photo2/200404/mig25a_ejecttestt.jpg"&gt;http://www.wpeu.net/photo2/200404/mig25a_ejecttestt.jpg&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrighte, I'm going to do a little run down over the horizon pt of view on Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For first what exactly is the situation in Iraq.&lt;br /&gt;From various snippets here and there, and news, plus other sources the situation is chaotic at best. USA ground forces don't really control even the cities, hardly for the roads or means of transportation. It really all plays out like this. Ground forces may do patrols and etc, but basicly USA only controls sertain sections of the cities whenever it runs patrols through them, and when the patrolling forces leave, the insurgents come back, slither back and resume control. Whereever the USA doesnt maintain a stationary round the clock, 24hr presense, it doesnt have full control over that region sector or etc. Theres no pinpointed enemy for anyone here, its guerrila warfare, in urban environment, which makes things for the worst, for you can never know as a soldier whether the people around you are enemies or friends or just really pissed off at how everything is playing out so far, you cant really know unless the person has raised a weapon at you and you have to shoot to kill. Second army forces cant do a lot of patrolls because of limited amount of fuel that the army gets supplied with. I know that seems kind of oxymoronic, but supplying the fuels for the vehicles around the army bases in iraq is proving a difficult challenge for the convoys come under danger and frequent attacks, and they're not always that greatly protected or secured. The Iraqi army, national guard, and the police forces are at best at a shody state, and cant really take readily control of the country. Mostly they're armed with hand held weapons, I heard of like a squad of T-55 that were mothballed before the invasion (liberation) were being retrofitted and reinstalled back in the ranks of Iraqi army. There is some progress for USA special forces are training a small group of Iraqi special forces numbering at max to 300 men, fighting side by side. Special forces will play a great role in this type of war (conflict) for the nature of the fighting is unconventional and what the better way to counter it, with unconventional special forces warriors. Hurrah!&lt;br /&gt;The real question is how to defeat the insurgents.&lt;br /&gt;Who and what are the insurgents. Currently it doesnt appear that they're unified whatsoever, and the amount of military training and experience that an insurgent has is typically limited to weapons dealing with ground threats. After the fall of the old regime, there was a bunch of old Soviet designed SA missiles (portable man held surface to air missile) that went missing or arent accounted for. By all acounts so far there has been around 150 cases when such things were fired at coalition aircraft, however what shows is the poor amount of training the insurgents have with such devices for only around like 2 aircraft were shot down in this way. Which shows something about organization training and etc. So far the insurgents are Bathist sunnis, a bunch of al-Qaeda people who go after big explosions and big coverage in international media, and various other pissed of elements, from tribal leaders who're pissed at USA because a buncha marines shot some ppl by accident, as well as criminal gangs who make money of being payed either from ransoms, attack on coalition troops, IED planting all of that sort. The lawless condition that is created by those forces leaves the general populace discontent with the disorder the liberation has brought them, as well as more insecurities.&lt;br /&gt;God damnit, I hear so much crap about insurgents in the news yet no one really knows who the hell they are, and what the hell they want. In a way its a mix of low coalition troop numbers and patrols, as well as scarce employment opportunities and the chaotic situation within the country. The young and the reckless men join diehard crazies from the old times who figure they got nothing to lose, so in absense of any work or anything better to do, the rage is vented upon the americans. Shiites, except for that Maqtada al-Sadar's pocket rebelion people, dont really fight that much voluntarily,unless some of them are paid to do so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/8272786/site/newsweek/"&gt;http://www.msnbc.msn.com/id/8272786/site/newsweek/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-111946801578889444?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/111946801578889444/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=111946801578889444' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111946801578889444'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111946801578889444'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/06/situation-iraq.html' title='Situation Iraq'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-111938338367052836</id><published>2005-06-21T12:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-21T15:28:07.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sob, why do cars gimp out</title><content type='html'>My moms car for some reason didnt want to switch into reverse, so almoust a day of my time is ruined.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, I come to the conclusion that what makes USA so great is it got so many various and different kinds of annoying people scattered all round the place. Such a great variety, that keeps constantly shitting on each other.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, damn 7-11 food. So disgusting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small comment on the situation in Darfur. No one really gives a shit about it in the worlds governments. WEll maybe some do but theyre constrained by beuracracies, military problems and etc. Also to point out, China has a big stake in Sudan, 10% of its imported oil comes from there, and if that thing is cut off somehow it'll reciprocated negatively throughout the world economy as chinese probably would have to raise prices on their goods, or cut back (somehow?!) on their insane expansion and building spree. Very unlikely. However it may prove of an advantage to some sides to keep the region unstable, for if the Chinese continue to rely more heavily on that oil export spot, a sudden disruption (for whatever reasons) could screw some things up for them.  For now no country has total superiority over others militarily, even USA, despite while its aircraft carrier fleet can easily administer policing choices to whatever countries by choice, USA doesnt have that much destructive technological edge over other countries yet, USA doesnt have such military power to not totally care what other countries think, and more money should've been spent on military research then blowing it all like Tyson on Iraq war. Bush should've instead focused spending money on military tech to ensure total USA supremacy over the rest of the world. True power constitutes of not having to give a shit what the rest of the world thinks and the ability to anihlate whatever opponent there is with invulnerability to whatever he launches at you in counterstrike. Well now, since Iraq is just syphoning off loads of dollars, and while its yet hard to say whenever the outcome will be good or bad, now it aint too bright. Now USA has to resort to petty diplomatic squablings, and while diplomacy is good at some points, and conducting it in good ways can lead to some benefit, its really hard to use it to establish total supremacy over the Rest of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It all boils down to raw military power deterents. And some smarts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.eurofighter-typhoon.co.uk/Eurofighter/sensors.html"&gt;http://www.eurofighter-typhoon.co.uk/Eurofighter/sensors.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the light side&lt;br /&gt;Takin a bite from your moma is like eatin reeses cups&lt;br /&gt;Flavory, sugary but still unsatisfactory&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-111938338367052836?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/111938338367052836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=111938338367052836' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111938338367052836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111938338367052836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/06/sob-why-do-cars-gimp-out.html' title='Sob, why do cars gimp out'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-111927181805431052</id><published>2005-06-20T05:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-20T15:27:49.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Kid rock biatch!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/kidrock/devilwithoutacause.html"&gt;http://www.azlyrics.com/lyrics/kidrock/devilwithoutacause.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kid rock is the man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got my idea for air supremacy trashed.&lt;br /&gt;Go to &lt;a href="http://www.strategypage.com/messageboards/messages/6-20207.asp"&gt;http://www.strategypage.com/messageboards/messages/6-20207.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dunno, dont have a lot to say right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jebus. Hesus with a crowbar. Hicked out smokery.&lt;br /&gt;Lets let some lyrics fly off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I used to wona be a super pimp, have galactic empires, and be an overlord&lt;br /&gt;I used to wona be cool, all the shit and respected&lt;br /&gt;I used to be semi moralic on a few issues&lt;br /&gt;I used to wona get some threesomes, 4somes, and more&lt;br /&gt;(not that i dont)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now all I want is peace upon earth, for everyone to cherish the 2nder and 3rd&lt;br /&gt;and for the lesser ones be acknowledged, and let the peace song fly above earth&lt;br /&gt;let the damn goodness spread around the earth and so everyone has something&lt;br /&gt;to be happy about&lt;br /&gt;Well did I mention how&lt;br /&gt;Through god damn superior firepower, and crazy rollecoaster of carnage&lt;br /&gt;Im still all craked out and military dawg&lt;br /&gt;All I want now is a humvee with 10 hos, one on the 50&lt;br /&gt;A fleet of B-1s, and a wing of f-22s&lt;br /&gt;The only shit that still works&lt;br /&gt;I wona have a private island, name unofficial chilldom&lt;br /&gt;Where crackweed is legal, and hos dont ask twice&lt;br /&gt;I just wona be so high that i still am dazed 20yrs later&lt;br /&gt;I wona be dazed out, confused and totaly nutted out&lt;br /&gt;I just wona bomb random things, and make sands into dunes&lt;br /&gt;Dunes into fire plumes, and ragheads into mcdead&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah, I just wona be somekinda piece of crap&lt;br /&gt;THat just makes the world a shaddier of a light at a time&lt;br /&gt;I shall be that little wona be, but hell who dare oppose&lt;br /&gt;Crusader systems that blow up shit 50 kms away&lt;br /&gt;APFSDS everything, even the dune squirrels, I wona rain down rain&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I aint goin platinum, just titanium&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell yeah, whose the uzi&lt;br /&gt;Also, ladis and gentmen I woona take a minute to comemorate&lt;br /&gt;To celebrate, to make mention of, to make sig to the Tig&lt;br /&gt;The goddamn ak of the world, hell yeah&lt;br /&gt;Good ol asault rifle that has a easten kick&lt;br /&gt;Ak of al l # higher then 47&lt;br /&gt;What can I say&lt;br /&gt;Lets blood rush with that kalash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-111927181805431052?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/111927181805431052/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=111927181805431052' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111927181805431052'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111927181805431052'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/06/kid-rock-biatch.html' title='Kid rock biatch!'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-111919876600535824</id><published>2005-06-19T09:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-19T18:41:11.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Best of whatever challenge</title><content type='html'>Since Im gona be away for like I dunno sometime going to Charlotsville, I want to declare a sort of a competition amoung rap songs, songs or whatever you people who read my blog can come up with. Just make something up that falls somehow into a category of a song and post on my blog. In end when I return from a binge of shitty fat (or fast) food, and other crappy habits I shall declare, well maybe declare one of em a winner and others well whatever they are.&lt;br /&gt;So if you're bored, and have nothing else to do, make up random crap, and post it here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For bonus, have some part relate with, talk about, or on lesbians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise Jubah~! &lt;a href="http://world.guns.ru/assault/as14-e.htm"&gt;http://world.guns.ru/assault/as14-e.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://scotlandonsunday.scotsman.com/uk.cfm?id=673262005"&gt;http://scotlandonsunday.scotsman.com/uk.cfm?id=673262005&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.7days.ae/content/view/3200/3"&gt;http://www.7days.ae/content/view/3200/3&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-111919876600535824?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/111919876600535824/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=111919876600535824' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111919876600535824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111919876600535824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/06/best-of-whatever-challenge.html' title='Best of whatever challenge'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-111911797400125345</id><published>2005-06-18T10:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-18T11:10:49.273-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn these title names</title><content type='html'>Alright, as I was walking around today I realized something. Today being friday smelled of something. I wasnt walking around in any shady town places like some notable character of Emerson famous for randomed out hickalaughs is or was. No just walking around burke before I have to get some flowers for my mom for her birthday, and an update on my blog from library.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways today smelled like a damn day from a foreign point of view.&lt;br /&gt;I saw both Three kings and Apocalypse now yesterday. The impression I got from 3 kings, I mean it was a nice movie in the first hour, but then it just got really half crappy. I can see how some people may say that the Gulf war seemed like a blur and no one knew what happened. I can get of on a tangent here on how that makes sense to say, but in short, the movie kind of sucked. Now for Apocalypse now, that while it didnt suck, it smelled of liberal propoganda, dammit, they portrayed war like random crapshizle. I dont know, I have to watch it couple more times.&lt;br /&gt;Finished that damn NSA book yesterday, at like 1 am. Good book, makes sense of things that you didnt think would make sense. Notable part of book is the discussion of the Liberty incident, as well as op Northwood, as well as the agency after the end of the cold war.&lt;br /&gt;Body of Secrets. Dont know how it managed to get out, but I guess somebody at the agency wanted to have some sort of a historical memo on the agency.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw like an hour of the OC on thursday. I hated it for so many thing it does to people. But i watched it because it had some thing on lesbians. ill probably watch it again next time because it got those lesbians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://dsc.discovery.com/news/briefs/20050606/love.html"&gt;http://dsc.discovery.com/news/briefs/20050606/love.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://csmonitor.com/2005/0606/p11s01-legn.html"&gt;http://csmonitor.com/2005/0606/p11s01-legn.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-111911797400125345?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/111911797400125345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=111911797400125345' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111911797400125345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111911797400125345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/06/damn-these-title-names.html' title='Damn these title names'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-111904122673077668</id><published>2005-06-17T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-17T13:47:06.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God damnit I feel like crap</title><content type='html'>I cant wake up so far. Went to sleep around like 2am and woke up at 1:30pm. Damn I feel like crap. Crap today is Friday. May something rot in hell. As I so far expected this summer is flying by fast. I think I just want to read a lot. Maybe also possibly try to live in a bookstore. Although realistically thats probably not going to go very far.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.strategypage.com//fyeo/howtomakewar/default.asp?target=HTCHEM.HTM"&gt;http://www.strategypage.com//fyeo/howtomakewar/default.asp?target=HTCHEM.HTM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit yesterday I was listening to my Cd, and all of the sudden on a Bloodhound Gang track "hell yeah" i hear this crap "If I was god I would have norwegian lesbians feed me grapes and know how to sing".  Libraries suck.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im the dumbest mutherfuker their is on this planet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-111904122673077668?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/111904122673077668/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=111904122673077668' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111904122673077668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111904122673077668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/06/god-damnit-i-feel-like-crap.html' title='God damnit I feel like crap'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-111896497344994136</id><published>2005-06-16T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T16:44:56.766-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damn borders</title><content type='html'>Ok, why the hell doesnt Borders accept my damn credit card. I cant buy any fukin books dammit. I can buy crap from 711 but I cant buy books.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news Im still in the same shitty place, which is lonely.&lt;br /&gt;So damn tired, need some damn food. Crap.&lt;br /&gt;Fuck heres my reworked theory on human consciousness and sub or how the whole damn software of human brain operates. Basicly heres how I think it goes. Theres two sections, one the subconsciousness that is the superpowerful human supercomputer and the other which is the consciousness, the celebrated human free will etc etc. What I think the consciousness is, is like  a crappy processor, what it does is that It takes the worked out solutions by subconsciosness (Ill refer to it as subc) and whenether a new situation pops up during day time to which we're unsure how to respond, the analytical, logical thinking or what we describe as that basicly takes in the preworked responses of the subc and tries to combine them in various ways or mix,  in attempts to find some way of responding to the new situation which is new. Math problems are a good example of that as you flex your worked subc responses and try to combine/work out some type of response to a new problem. However the consciousness is a real crappy way to go about your thinking for technically I believe while it can recombine/combine workout some solutions to daily problems events using the worked out responses of the subc it has so little processing power on its own, just trying to think with ur consciousness would be stupid for you wont really be able to get anywhere. The key is to take in as much information as you can and set your subc supercomp to work on it, processs it and arrive at a final, good or right conclusion that you need. You got a subc supercomp, and use it dammit. Thats my sorta philosophy, or at least how I go about random stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-111896497344994136?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/111896497344994136/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=111896497344994136' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111896497344994136'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111896497344994136'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/06/damn-borders.html' title='Damn borders'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-111894883711144045</id><published>2005-06-16T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-16T16:31:56.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My blog is like a city of sand, sand comes and goes.</title><content type='html'>Alright, right now Im typing this crap in a library. You know why? My moms is fukin paranoid about leaving me alone with a computer with a mouse and keyboard a modem and internet access. So fukin annyoing. Anyways I dont really give a shit sorta, because I get to read crapload of books. Anyways finished that book Blink. Good book, while it doesnt really get in depth about how to figure the hell out how your supercomputer subcoscious works it does give a damn good overview and summary of how stuff works within your brain "software" wise, not hardware. Sort of like a middle ground psychology book by a guy who isnt a trained psychologist.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, while I was walking back from mall, on tuesday I think, I found a turtle on the crappy Virginia sidewalks, well sides of the road. THe damn thing looked like it was thirsty or crap, it had its head sticking out with its damn tongue sticking out. So i take out my Dasani water bottle and pour some water on it. Stupid turtle it just folded into a shell, so well. Later on when I was inside the house, I found a tick biting me and sucking my blood. I tried to flick it off, but like a damn damn Runescape addict it kept clinging on, I think I got it of by using like a laser mouse cover (I got a laser mouse from Radioshack for 20$ but it looks like 10$ crap.) then I tried to put inside my microwave but it ranaway somewhere. So I spent like 10-20 minutes trying to find the damn sob, I turned the microwave upside down and stuff, then I couldnt find the damn black little thing so I gave up and went back to reading the NSA book. Like 15 min later I find walking atop of my microwave so I get some tissues grab it and put insided my microwave and turn it on on high for like a minute or two. Dissapointigly the damn tick didnt explode, it just fried out to a smoky little piece crap. Anyways thats the punishment for taking my blood you insect piece shit, you die.&lt;br /&gt;Damn Va, I keep finding random insects around my house that I have to kill. Sleep paterns degenerated, I keep going to sleep at random times.&lt;br /&gt;Okay, heres my damn speech.&lt;br /&gt;"Alright, I have to give a little speech here to everyone.&lt;br /&gt;In general Im not big on speeches but here goes something. I think what Im trying to say Im not a politician.&lt;br /&gt;I want to say two things.&lt;br /&gt;For one before I came to emerson I used to believe in a lot of things that I now no longer identify with or see any value to or in. I changed, I think in good ways, and I changed alot for when I look back I see so much difference. The best way I can look back upon mu past are my drawings. I draw a lot, on various subjects and fields but my concentrations are machines and sometimes buildings. When I look upon drawings that I've done in past I see difference in way that I considered good back then or my best, now I see as simpler what I can now draw. If I can look back, upon what I drew 1 or 2 years ago and in comparisson to my current works and notice difference in style, detail and idea I mustve changed. However art is not my career its my hobby. I used drawing as an analogy for its best to convey change within a person.&lt;br /&gt;Before I came to emerson, one of the things I believed in, is that education was not very important it was more of your intelligence and creativity that mattered. While those do obviously matter, now I seriosly believe that education is a very important thing and shouldnt be triffled with.&lt;br /&gt;Which leads me to thank the teachers at emerson for their good teaching and eloquent ways of presenting their subjects. I can say a lot but honestly I appreciated the material that I was taught and the way it was taught here at Emerson. Not just the subjects and the classes that I took at Emerson but the experience of the school itself is whats also rather prominent.&lt;br /&gt;So thank you.&lt;br /&gt;Which leaves me something to say to my fellow graduates.&lt;br /&gt;For me, one thing that I was always interested in since I was a little kid was physics. When I was little I read upon things that I dealt with it sideways, Later I focused upoin it more greatly. Its not just physics but I really like to know how stuff works. THeres one thing that really comes to mind about this is when I was 11 or 10 I used to read upon jets and tried to figure out how the jet engine works. I remember one time in the air space musem I was looking at this large diagram of it and I got the idea. Its rather Interesting to think of how the universe works.&lt;br /&gt;That'll be one of my paths to take in life, and my fellow grads I hope you all have your own roads thta you want to take in not for anyone else, but for you own interest, for not those forces around you, but for your own good. If you dont, life's like a big school, you just keep on learning. Because in the end of you life you dont look back upon it as if it was a movie, you dont weigh in the good/bad, to see whether it was good/bad or average. You look back upon all the good things that happened in life, the things you treasured, cherished, and prize."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thats my written out version. Now the actuall speech at Emerson grad ceremony that I said deviated a lot from the above. Basicly I followed the general outline.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, this shit on Mandrew going round and posting shit under my fukin name soviet has come to my attention. I dont know why the fuck is this shit happening but however I dont really give a fuck.&lt;br /&gt;I dont even know who the hell mandrew is, possibly a bored individual but I aint part of any band, and while I did have some crap about a song about how saddam stole my turkey, I dont know whow the hell did all of this crap somehow morph into a band with shitty lyrics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-111894883711144045?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/111894883711144045/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=111894883711144045' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111894883711144045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111894883711144045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-blog-is-like-city-of-sand-sand.html' title='My blog is like a city of sand, sand comes and goes.'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-111885934198574576</id><published>2005-06-15T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-15T11:18:38.593-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Damnit, its Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Holy crap, anyways I read one book so far, Shooter, that autobiography of top ranked marine sniper, (yeh.) Anyways book really kinda sucks, but theres some moments that are cool to it, and anyways it makes a short and fast read. Now half way through Blink which pretty much reiterates simply my idea on the brain crap, and etc. Basicly all the book does is hammer away at you to trust your instincts or split second decisions, constantly through various real life examples it provides. Got the Book "Body of Secret", a detailed throughout of the NSA, and its a really good damn read. By the way public libraries for most have shitty ass military books, so dont bother trying to find good shit in them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand I stayed up until 4am reading that book and lifting weights, and woke up like at 1pm. Crap I better stop drinking those energy drinks. Thinking.&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah I sorta came to a conclusion on how USA whole system works. ITs weird to explain but every damn mutherfuker gets their own little dirty hole to lie in. Pretty much I came to a pt of view when reading that NSA book, that really the whole damn system is based upon ingnorance is bliss. Crap cant remember now. Something like that. The dumb jocks and other douschebags get the crapy derivatives of military technology on private market to make em happy, and through the whole economy in general the populace gets the crap theyre made to want and their tax dollars go to finance more and more government secret tech research and etc. Cant really concentrate upon the thought of what crap I was thinking yesterday. Applied for jobs in Best Buy and Target, while my mom wanted me to apply at walmart too, however when I just randomly asked the on store workers there for where to apply for jobs, their screwed up English responses told my mom that she better not push it further. Why do bookstores require people to be 18 or above to work there? Makes no damn sense to me.&lt;br /&gt;I also for some dumb reason walked like 4-5 miles from the Springfield mall area back to my house. Anyways no big complains but dammit its sucha a Virginia. First mostly theres no sidewalks on the sides of a major road. So i have to take side roads or just the gravel ridden sides of road.&lt;br /&gt;Secondly, theres one thing that makes it instantly recongnizable as Virginia. Theres like a 4 lane road that comes from like exits from 395, or 495, and on one of the sides, theres like houses and crappy fence like structures or whatever. And for the past three years on that fence, easily overlooked by anyone on that 4 lane road outa Springfield mall area, there has been this crap written on it "Heather T is a bitch" in big words. Funny it hasnt been removed yet, and not even the cops or anyone gives a shit. Damn sucha aVirginia.&lt;br /&gt;Oh, yesterday while just randmly reading the NSA book and stats on modern military jet aircrafts at like 2 am i came up witha cheap ass strategy to getting total air dominance. Well cheaper then throwing away 120$ mil per a modern gen 5 F-22 Raptor jet (Funnily some of my RUssian books still list the name as Raper, which ofcourse been changed because of usual pissy ass liberal outcries. )&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://washingtontimes.com/upi-breaking/20050613-102755-6408r.htm"&gt;http://washingtontimes.com/upi-breaking/20050613-102755-6408r.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This whole iraqi, and damn al qaeda crap starts to sound more like operation Northwood.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-111885934198574576?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/111885934198574576/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=111885934198574576' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111885934198574576'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111885934198574576'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/06/damnit-its-wednesday.html' title='Damnit, its Wednesday'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-111865827815178517</id><published>2005-06-13T03:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-13T06:09:33.903-07:00</updated><title type='text'>God, counter strike</title><content type='html'>In a weird way counterstrike is kinda crapy.&lt;br /&gt;Now who the hell is mandrew. Or what is mandrew. Or who, for that the name has started poping up al over of emersons blogs.&lt;br /&gt;Someone needs to make a movie about where the main character while getting shot at for random reasons talks with bulets and tries to reasons them out of hitting him and to make them bend their path.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-111865827815178517?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/111865827815178517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=111865827815178517' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111865827815178517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111865827815178517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/06/god-counter-strike.html' title='God, counter strike'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-111858882340186025</id><published>2005-06-12T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-12T08:07:03.406-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another sunday to rot away</title><content type='html'>I think I should go on a reading rampage. But then again if I think about it i'll never do it. So many damn books.&lt;br /&gt;Anyone heard of Atrac mp3s?&lt;br /&gt;Blogs.&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever rapped about trying to rap?&lt;br /&gt;Probably. why do white kids wona be rapppers?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-111858882340186025?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/111858882340186025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=111858882340186025' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111858882340186025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111858882340186025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/06/another-sunday-to-rot-away.html' title='Another sunday to rot away'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-111853750667002422</id><published>2005-06-11T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-11T20:31:51.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jubaiza fukfuiza</title><content type='html'>I got one thing to blog on so far. Will all the dumb pisscumfucking people shut the fuck up?&lt;br /&gt;Honestly in this damn quarter of a year, I seen so much damn idiocity and pissbitching from idiotic people, will they just shut the fuck up.&lt;br /&gt;All im asking is for some ppl to shut the fuck up. And look over their dumb shitways of life. And shut the fuck up. Shut the fuck up. I dont care if you got all sorta crap stuck in ur dumb head of a peanut, Shut the fuck up. STFU. Honestly Im tired of dumb fuk of a damn stupid idiocity, and for fuks sake why does my mom take the fukin speakers for the comp?? Stfu. God this aint a rant against my mom, but some assfuk of a shell of people. Who think theres only shit to life. And who dont take a hand of leap of faith that is thrust toward them, and who dont care about people they should, and those who are a damn cd case empty of cds but one, that is empty of songs but one that is a song of damn static of a life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf cant anyone even set up a computer right&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the other hand, sometime Ill get my now sucessful speech up here. I'll get the outline of my speech, not what I actually said up here. By now I dont really remember what I rambled about that audience of a church, but hell it was good .Yea.&lt;br /&gt;Claire had the after party of Emerson graduation hosted at her house. I thank her and her family for that.&lt;br /&gt;It was really weird watching the teachers squaring of in cards. Honestly, I felt sorta shitty bein stuck for an hour in that basement playing ace combat 4, when I coulda done something else better. Oh hell.&lt;br /&gt;What did I do this week. Well I watched movies, drew tank schematics and apcs, read stuff on soviet tanks and jets, watched Black hawk down over and over again, Kill Bill 2, as well as Bourne Identity. Today, being saturday, spent like around a day in a book store reading various books. Read like 120 pgs from How modern warfare shaped the tech of today book also around that number of pages from book Shooter, by so called highest ranked sniper by kills of USA. Well he aint really specops, so.&lt;br /&gt;Then just random shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;FUCK feize. Im tired of liking girls who dont like me back. Is there something wrong with me or something. I kno other girls like me or might laugh or shit, but why the fukc do i do the stupid stuff I do. Why cant I like the ones who like me back.&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm.... guess that how it is for now, I aint gona fester upon that stupid shit of a topic, not worth it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Weird I though I had like half a book to say upon this blog, dammit why cant we have something of a brain state recording device for us to look back upon later and recover those millions of things we lost earlier.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damnit, Im reading the book, Blink now and its so annyoing and weirdly frustrating for that an idea I came to on my own also has many other people result to it in their own deliberations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I had this weird song stuck in my head for like 10 min&lt;br /&gt;it went somethin like&lt;br /&gt;"because saddam stole my turkey&lt;br /&gt;oh that dirty haji stole my turkey&lt;br /&gt;because saddam stole my turkey&lt;br /&gt;he took the refrigerator too."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-111853750667002422?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/111853750667002422/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=111853750667002422' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111853750667002422'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111853750667002422'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/06/jubaiza-fukfuiza.html' title='Jubaiza fukfuiza'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-111801708012712535</id><published>2005-06-05T16:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T19:10:47.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sheize Mcfeize</title><content type='html'>Me titling this post SHeize Mcfeize is of no means that today was a bad day, I just didnt know what else to title it, or to put there. I generally dislike puting a title name on my posts, because to me today was a damn day, its not as if it had a name or anything, dammit. So I just put something randomly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Star Wars Revenge of the Sith finaly. There were no big things within the movie that I noticed particularly that were worthy of not liking. Overall it was decent by scale of original trilogy, the best of the new, yet never came close to what the original trilogy did, move you emotionally, make you wona fly those x-wings, blast a bunch of stormies and take over a star destroyer by commandering it by force. Many times the film built up to this emotional high point,but never jumped to that final point, the climax that never happened. I wish in the end Darth Vader in all of his anger was choking Emperor Palpatine, and about to kill him, but didnt, basicly some kind of the high point of the movie emotionally. No one goes to see star wars for the spaceships, its more of emotional things of a movie. This movie came close to being as good as the original, at least I felt something of a sense of placement, yet it wasnt good enough to come to a full circle. A little note, what the hell was all that qui-gon jin crap about, how Obi-wan kenobi was able to contact him somehow, and Yoda was gona teach him? The plot jumped around way too many times, there were like what 4 planets that had stuff happening on them, then Anakin turned Darth Vader killed all the seperatist leaders. Dialogue at times was bad, especially when there was a good point when Anakin killed Mace Windu who was about to kill Emperor Palpatine, where there was a good 70-80% potential for one of those star wars theme songs playing and some "touching" moment, yet the horrible acting on part of anakin guy and dialogue screwed it up so badly. I think I just plainly ingored some of the dialogue that happened inbetween padme and anakin, maybe for best reasons. I am not disappointed or horrified, but I'm very indeferent. It is comparable to those bad movies on UPN that you should not even care about.&lt;br /&gt;So much potential but yet so wasted away. The Emperor Palpatine guy had some good acting, Natalie Portman I think tried to make the most of what crap she was given, but that dickface Anakin bitchcrap F*8ked everything up.&lt;br /&gt;In the other news, I need to get a job. Also, its legal to own a rocket launcher as long it isnt loaded...in seattle.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/local/226863_rockets02.html"&gt;http://seattlepi.nwsource.com/local/226863_rockets02.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I also got a suit for my Emerson graduation. Ate at Ruby Tuesdays after which I decided home cooked food is better.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://english.pravda.ru/main/18/90/361/15593_squirrel.html"&gt;http://english.pravda.ru/main/18/90/361/15593_squirrel.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went to a mall today somewhere in Gaithersburg I think that was the first mall I ever went to in America when I first came to USA.&lt;br /&gt;What the hell did I think of today. Random stuff. While listening to my cd player I just had alternative lyrics go through my head. I got Star Wars Attack of the Clones cross sections books yesterday on Saturday. I only got it for Slave I, that ugly dropship, that damn Jedi Starfighter and the Gunship. Before I wanted to redraw some of those cross sections, notably Slave I because I didnt think it had enough firepower, and that damn ugly Dropship, because it was just damn stupid in its construct. Weak weaponry, poor weaponry placements and bad design for gunship, land vehicle transport. Now as I looked through it I just though is it really worth all that effort, because honestly even If I do redraw em, overall they're still bullshit, and what the hell will those drawings to to get me to a better place.&lt;br /&gt;Malls are a funny place. You have such an odd mix of people in them.&lt;br /&gt;Girls girls girls....Funny how in the last month, people so sure that their come on will work tried, yet only scared away the other party. No one really nows how to chill out, and just do their own little thing. Myabe I shouldnt look and just let it all play out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-111801708012712535?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/111801708012712535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=111801708012712535' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111801708012712535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111801708012712535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/06/sheize-mcfeize.html' title='Sheize Mcfeize'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-111782476237208540</id><published>2005-06-03T11:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-03T12:20:00.866-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday, maybe I might see Episode 3 ROTS today</title><content type='html'>Maybe, I dont know, I sorta wona watch it, but from some of the trailers, especially with corny love scenes smudged inbetween it looked not very good. If only lucas didnt have to direct them actually... He has some really good ideas but he's really bad at executing them onto the final movie screens. The original trilogy had lucas as the idea machine, but not as ther director, there was some other really not as famous guy who directed them. But this time, after 20 years Lucas for some reason thinks he can do a good job. Not only are his idea skills are very rusty his actual director skills are not very good either. Now what is one of most pallable things is his choice not to have the movies be consistent with their character pickings. In the latest trilogy, the crappier one, most of the characters seem to serve as plot fodder, even ones that are almoust main ones, just come and go, come and die. Jango fett's role was random fire fodder. He fought stupidly randomly and idioticly, and his death was almoust laughable. Why does the galaxies most powerfullest bt hunter jump into a pool of fire, when even any juniour bt hunter would've known thats suicide, and that only PCPed insane conscripts survive. The weather around Wash DC is being really dicky, lota crap, just random rain and very humid something that I hate a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interesting russian tank site. &lt;a href="http://armor.kiev.ua/Tanks/Modern/"&gt;http://armor.kiev.ua/Tanks/Modern/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Read little bit more on the NQU stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.astronautix.com/lvs/kub.htm"&gt;http://www.astronautix.com/lvs/kub.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is funny, anyone ever thought of ever trying to use credit cards to buy military jet fuel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.wnbc.com/news/4564225/detail.html"&gt;http://www.wnbc.com/news/4564225/detail.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-111782476237208540?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/111782476237208540/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=111782476237208540' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111782476237208540'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111782476237208540'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/06/friday-maybe-i-might-see-episode-3.html' title='Friday, maybe I might see Episode 3 ROTS today'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11803075.post-111772837491697555</id><published>2005-06-02T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T09:06:14.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bored, thinking about stuff</title><content type='html'>Dammit, that New quantum universe book is really annoying. Still cant bring myself to focus upon it and finish it, I get stuck every 10 pafes on how they present stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Watched the "Pirates of Carribean" movie. Overall its not bad, sorta of a chick flick in some ways, but cool in others. Johny depps character Jack Sparrow is cool, more of so shady cool half of the time on opium and drunk cool. The end gets kinda pissy because just makes no sense, very random and sorta diminishes the rest of the movie. Gona see if I can get that 3 kings dvd from my friends for a day to watch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow, life is a weird thing. I remember when around maybe 1-2 years ago I just wanted to leave my name in history in the ways of science, but now I'm just more of focusing on the current moment, and just wondering how it all may play out. How I now sort off see it is that if you focus on that goal the more you slip away from it, but if you just do what you like to do, you may not knowingly place yourself in history. But really its all weird tho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/11803075-111772837491697555?l=sovietinamerica.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/feeds/111772837491697555/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11803075&amp;postID=111772837491697555' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111772837491697555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11803075/posts/default/111772837491697555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sovietinamerica.blogspot.com/2005/06/bored-thinking-about-stuff.html' title='Bored, thinking about stuff'/><author><name>Soviet Armor</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02448914068985550963</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='20' src='http://armor.kiev.ua/fofanov/Tanks/MBT/t-90s.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
