<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830253</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2009 22:11:25 +0000</lastBuildDate><title>mbh</title><description>-Life is a daring adventure, or nothing.</description><link>http://mbh.soulmachine.net/</link><managingEditor>mhansen0@gmail.com (mbh)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>116</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830253.post-8642716788385058025</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Jan 2009 21:29:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-01T15:11:25.279-07:00</atom:updated><title>Down the rabbit hole...</title><description>Where will it lead?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been having dreams lately. Random. Some strange, some wonderful. Some so completely outrageous. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In one I was a WWII German Infantryman blasting through the allied advance through France. It was so real and violent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dream so wonderful that I would have killed myself to stay in. The details are so fuzzy on this one that I all know is that reality comparitively was so chokingly depressing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A weird dream about high school. The events in this dream were so accurate to how things really were. It was a summer day and I was driving my blue truck down the Old Mill road in Leland, Julie was there, The Police was playing on my tape deck. Roxanne. I was singing in a really high voice trying to sound like Sting and Julie was laughing her ass off at me. I remember the feel of the air coming in from the windows. The bumps in the road. It was like I travelled back in time. But why that memory?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Back to reality... oops, there goes gravity.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My new iTouch is bricked and I'm pissed like no other. That thing is my life. Music is to me what oxygen is to humans. And it's the new year and I can't get the damn thing fixed. I was up til five in the morning watching every damn YouTube video on how to un-brick an iTouch. To no avail.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Quiet on the set...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get the feeling that I'm losing my mind. My life is one big set-up. (ala the Truman Show). I feel that I'm watching myself from a camera angle or third-person. I hear music in my head to reflect the scene. Too much magic bus and my brain is mush.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;New Year, Happy?&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm glad 2008 is over. It's over. However I don't suspect 2009 is going to be much better for me but we'll see. It's only the first day of the year. I'm obviously not where I want to be at this juncture in my life. I've done and experienced so much in my life. More than probably %95 of people my age (buy my autobiography when it hits shelves). But what do I have to show for it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mbh signing off...&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://mbh.soulmachine.net/2009/01/down-rabbit-hole.html</link><author>mhansen0@gmail.com (mbh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830253.post-6309668706633125896</guid><pubDate>Sun, 26 Oct 2008 06:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-26T00:54:18.843-06:00</atom:updated><title>Saturdays, oh how I love thee...</title><description>Another Saturday come and gone. Out of all seven days of the week Saturday has to be the best day of them all. No work, get to sleep in, be spontaneous by sitting on the couch watching TV or playing with my Wii Wii. Watching movies and basically doing whatever I want. Today I did a bit of all. I went up to Angela's but only had time to really drive her to work which was good by me because I got to see her. I washed my car (it was filthy). I filled up my gas tank at $2.73! I watched Snatch twice because I took a nap and it started over. I then played some Wii, watched another movie. Totally relaxing. Now that the BIG PROJECT is over at work (ranked #2 product on the Gartner Group ITExpo's top 10 things companies should have [which is an awesome thing to be ranked that high]) I think I'm going to start to go over to 9-10's and have every other Friday off. That's like having 6 Saturdays a month! SCHWEET by me. Who knows how busy I'll be but hopefully things will be a little slower heading into the holiday season at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;~mbh signing off...&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://mbh.soulmachine.net/2008/10/saturdays-oh-how-i-love-thee.html</link><author>mhansen0@gmail.com (mbh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830253.post-6275442715262274856</guid><pubDate>Thu, 23 Oct 2008 17:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-10-26T00:55:00.228-06:00</atom:updated><title>Wishing on a Dogstar...</title><description>Oy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's been what? A little while since I've posted anything? So, here I am. Not a whole lot has changed since last post. I grew a beard and a crazy fro. I worked my butt off at work. Downloaded some new music, watched some Dexter. Tried to not get in any wrecks. I've missed the last couple days of work because I've been ill. I dragged my butt out of bed today just to go to work and get a flu shot (I didn't pass out this year). It's fall now. Cold. Cold. Cold. October is almost over? Yay. After November 4 = Thanksgiving + NBA season = days off = sweet. December = Christmas = more days off + New Years = even more days off = year bonus = awesome / January = poo. Whelp, that's the rest of my year. I guess I don't need to post again until after January. I probably will though. Okay, you're right I probably most likely won't. Sue me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;mbh signing off...&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://mbh.soulmachine.net/2008/10/wishing-on-dogstar.html</link><author>mhansen0@gmail.com (mbh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830253.post-7192041468892360246</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Aug 2008 03:59:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-09-06T01:06:25.589-06:00</atom:updated><title>Chaffed nut sacks r "nut" so fun...</title><description>Either I'm getting old (yup) or 3 days of Disneyland is just too much for me. They changed Pirates (bastards!), Small World was closed because it wasn't politically correct enough (ha ha) and I went on Splash Mountain for the first time. I found out why they call it "Splash" Mountain. I got soaked and all that walking around chaffed my nut sack like no other. I was walking bowlegged for the rest of the day. Not to mention my balls felt like someone took a sander to them. Poor little guys couldn't take all that walking. I felt like stealing one of those drivable wheelchairs so I could rest my aching nads. Alas, chaffing didn't ruin my whole trip. It was fun and now I get to experience the 12 hour drive back home. Joy. I'm ready to go home though.  At least I have the next 5 days off from work which rules! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fall is coming, which sucks! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay well, over and out from Anahiem, CA home of the Chaffiest Place on Earth (my balls, tee hee). &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-mbh signing off...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P.S. I'm really listening to Gary Numan's recently released JAGGED EDGE album which rules the schools.</description><link>http://mbh.soulmachine.net/2008/08/chaffed-nut-sacks-r-nut-so-fun.html</link><author>mhansen0@gmail.com (mbh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830253.post-2534756260422914178</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2008 19:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-07T14:46:02.177-06:00</atom:updated><title>Grafitti cataloges my weekend....</title><description>Holy shit. 7 months have gone by without a single post from me. I really have to stop doing that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So much has happened since my last post. Obviously my first car wreck Jan29. Then the day I get it out of the body shop the engine burns up. Insurance company says it was my fault and not from the wreck. Okay.... forked out $6500 for a new Audi A4 engine. Took a while to get my car fixed but once I get it back in March it's running like new. I mean the thing just screams down the road. So I took it for a little test drive after I got it back. A quick over the point of the mountain and back right? Wrong. I flipped around in Lehi and started heading North. I noticed that all the cars in the left lane were slowing down so I moved over to the HOV lane. There was a small fender bender which people were all slowing down to watch. I didn't give a shit and kept driving because my lane was clear. Next thing I know I hear this big BANG and a BMW to my right clipped something. After I glanced to my right I turned back to look ahead when out of nowhere this Acura was spinning and spun into me head on. Holy shit! It felt like my teeth were being yanked outta my head and someone had just taken a sledgehammer to my chest (seatbeat). For some reason my airbag didn't deploy. Probably would have hurt a lot more if it had. So my 30 minutes out of the shop car looking sweet and running even sweeter was just smashed head-on. Took me a second to realize what the hell had just happened to me. I was in a daze. I remember a police officer walking over to me and asking if I was okay. I just nodded my head but then the realization that my car had just been fix and now was likely totaled after I had just forked out $6500 for a new un-insured engine made me sick to my stomach. Well, it was a mix of anger and sickness. I managed to kick open my crumpled door and stand there looking at the carnage that spread across the entire freeway. At that point the police hadn't been able to shut the freeway down so cars are just flying by flinging pieces of broken cars all over the place. Eventually the freeway was shut down and it took 7 people to push/drag my car to the shoulder of the freeway because the tow trucks hadn't arrived yet. I had to pee really bad so I jumped the barrier and climbed down to the trees and took a leak. When I had climbed back up most of the tow trucks had arrived and were loading all the cars. I think there were 7 in a total of two wrecks. My tow truck came from SLC so it took the longest which left me sitting on the barrier talking to the cops about how I viewed the wreck. Eventually my tow truck got there and took me to Hertz for yet another rental car. The accident was ruled that it wasn't my fault. Thank God. I called everyone and told them what had happened and at first no one believed me. Well, the body shop fixed my car in a decent amount of time but when I drove it out of the body shop (again) the engine started on fire and blew up. I was like, no fucking way is this possible. Come to find out that my insurance adjuster didn't look to see if the engine sustained any damage from a HEAD ON COLLISION and the engine (which I still owe like $5000 on) was toast. At least the insurance covered it this time. So it took from the middle of March to July 2nd for my car to be drivable again. Between the insurance company and the auto shop there were so many screw-up's that I almost went insane. I partially did because by then my renters insurance on the car I was driving was used up. I had to move back home because of the amount of money I was spending on rentals and the engine. So I was commuting from Springville (almost 100 miles a day) instead of the 5 miles from living closer to my job. 7 months of this year just about caused me to have a mental breakdown. I lost all focus at work. I had a fuse that was 1/4 of an inch long. Just some bad luck/karma. By the time I got my car back I wasn't even excited. I wish they would have just totaled the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;July came and went. I turned 30 on July 21. Whoop-de-fucking-do. Now I'm an old man that gets heartburn from retarded insurance companies and body shops. It's August now and I wish I could say that things have improved but on the outside they may appear to have improved but in the last 7 months something inside me has changed. Yeah, I wake up every morning and look in the mirror and put on my mask for that day but that's all it is. Just a mask to cover how I really feel. And that's the thing that really kills me. How do I really feel? I feel like I'm just a robot. I'm living to breathe. But why? Inhale, exhale. Wake up, go to bed. Go through the motions. Maybe I'm feeling this way because I've spent months and months bottling up everything. No writing, blogging, video blogging or anything. I've become nothing. I have no fight left in me. Have I given up? Have I lost all hope that things can and will get better. But what is wrong? There should be nothing wrong with me but why do I feel like there is?  Until I figure out what is going on in this complex head of mine I'll continue to mix and match my masks so I appear like a regular person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;~mbh signing off...&lt;/span&gt;</description><link>http://mbh.soulmachine.net/2008/08/grafitti-cataloges-my-weekend.html</link><author>mhansen0@gmail.com (mbh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830253.post-399324050169457804</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Jan 2008 05:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-29T22:14:50.805-07:00</atom:updated><title>Audi - Rest In Peace: 2002 - 2008</title><description>Ouch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today has been a really crappy day to say the least. First off, the freeway was dead stop on my way to work due to a big wreck so I took the back road. Well shit. The roads were an ice skating rink and I came up around this corner to find four cars all smashed together with the 4th car in my lane. I was doomed from the start. I hit my brakes and then I tried to e-brake to swing my back end around but I was sliding too fast. I nailed a Jeep and took a shower in glass (I'm still picking glass out of my ears and hair). My Audi is toast! My pictures don't do it justice the amount of damage that happened. I'm sore as hell but in otherwise okay shape. I wish I could say the same for my car but I can't. Angela was freaking all day and I can't blame her because she didn't really know what was going on. I don't blame her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should be taking my knock-out meds now. C-ya in dreamland 7.5mg x 3.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-mbh signing off...&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://mbh.soulmachine.net/2008/01/audi-rest-in-peace-2002-2008.html</link><author>mhansen0@gmail.com (mbh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830253.post-3110784166377477634</guid><pubDate>Mon, 28 Jan 2008 04:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-27T21:11:28.787-07:00</atom:updated><title>When I think of Apple iTouch myself.</title><description>I broke down and bought an Apple iTouch and I have to say I freaking love it. I didn't want the iPhone because I like having sepereate devices too much. So far this year has been pretty decent. Had my performance review, got a raise and tax season is coming up. Angela and I are going to be looking for a cheaper apartment next month. This place is just too expensive and too crappy.</description><link>http://mbh.soulmachine.net/2008/01/when-i-think-of-apple-itouch-myself.html</link><author>mhansen0@gmail.com (mbh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830253.post-1239645738066690611</guid><pubDate>Thu, 17 Jan 2008 07:42:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-01-17T19:45:06.270-07:00</atom:updated><title>Neo-maxizoom dweebie...</title><description>A blog from my iTouch. I have to admit, Apple knows how to make freaking sweet products. The iTouch is a great device. I was thinking about getting an iPhone but I just wouldn't like having a phone and mp3 player in the same device. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, I survived my yearly performance review. It went really well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mbh signing off...</description><link>http://mbh.soulmachine.net/2008/01/neo-maxizoom-dweebie.html</link><author>mhansen0@gmail.com (mbh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830253.post-2436683437274907086</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Jan 2008 02:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-12-31T19:05:50.587-07:00</atom:updated><title>Alive in 2oo7.</title><description>It's been a long time... a very long time since I have written anything in this blog. This is supposed to be my main blog too. The one I write in almost everyday. Well, it seems that when certain events happen in my life I stop doing things, like writing in my blog. To my defense I have been recording video blogs (burnt DVD volume 7 last night) which someday I will get the courage to post them live on-line (I swear I will Blake). Anyways, it's almost 2oo8 (fuck me 2oo8!). One of my new years resolutions is to write more blogs and to post the video ones.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still alive in 2oo7.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers and have a Happy New Year!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-mbh signing off...&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://mbh.soulmachine.net/2007/12/alive-in-2oo7.html</link><author>mhansen0@gmail.com (mbh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830253.post-3299539511207330700</guid><pubDate>Sun, 27 May 2007 00:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-26T18:36:36.746-06:00</atom:updated><title>Myspace is a cult...</title><description>It totally is. People worship the Myspace like &lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt;God. They shoot it in their veins like &lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt;Heroin while typing on their &lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt;Mac listening to their &lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt;Pod chatting with their &lt;em&gt;i&lt;/em&gt;Friends because they don't have and real ones. What's better than being the fattest, ugliest, poorest, retarded fucking loser on the planet? Well... pretending your not on Myspace (or the World of Warcraft [&lt;em&gt;pick your addiction&lt;/em&gt;]) and having everyone believe you. &lt;em&gt;ha ha ha&lt;/em&gt;. That cracks me up. I don't like the Myspace all that much anymore (&lt;em&gt;never really did honestly&lt;/em&gt;). It's all spam now. Like the Walmart of the internet. A massively huge place just full of retards and shit. I get like 2570 new friend adds a day and retarded comments/e-mails to join this or do some stupid shit. I guess I could just set my profile to private (&lt;em&gt;or delete it&lt;/em&gt;) but then what's the purpose of having an account there? Couldn't people just come here and read my &lt;em&gt;real&lt;/em&gt; blog? And don't most people that know me in &lt;em&gt;real life&lt;/em&gt; know what kind of music and movies I like? I guess being able to write whatever the hell I want and actually piss a few people off in the process is kinda cool. The 1st amendment rules!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If someone hasn't already they need to make a shirt that says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;I'm much cooler on Myspace than in real life.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;And if someone has already made that shirt please let me know so I can go buy one. Or even better, if someone buys me that shirt and sends it to me they will be my BESTEST, #1 spot Myspace friend in the universe!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-mbh signing off...&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://mbh.soulmachine.net/2007/05/myspace-is-cult.html</link><author>mhansen0@gmail.com (mbh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830253.post-7542049005644556135</guid><pubDate>Wed, 16 May 2007 04:49:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-26T18:33:21.842-06:00</atom:updated><title>Jazz close out the Warriors in game 5...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;A game before I predicted. I'll take it! Jazz showed a lot of maturity and growth in these series with the Rockets and then the Warriors. The Jazz haven't been to the conference-finals since 1997-1998 when they went to the finals. GO JAZZ! And go Suns! I want the Jazz to play the Suns in the Conference Finals.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So the last few days have been great. We shipped out new software on Thursday of last week and they took the engineering staff out to see Spider-Man 3 at the Jordan Commons. They gave everyone a ticket and a giftcard for food and drinks. Since Angela and I had already seen it I gave my ticket to a friend so he could see it with his wife. As Angela and I were walking out the VP of Engineering stopped us and I introduced Angela to him and said that I gave my ticket to a co-worker so his wife and him could see it. Next thing I know he is handing Angela a ticket and gift card and myself another ticket and said to enjoy the show. He also told Angela that they really enjoy having me work there. So it was a nice surprise. Yeah, Angela and I had already seen it but a free ticket and tons of junk food on an early Friday afternoon? C'mon, it was awesome. After the movie Angela and I came home and "relaxed" he he he for a bit and then headed out for dinner. At first we were looking for a place to watch the Jazz game 3 but all the sports bars were full. So we headed over to Market Street Grill which was really good. Plus we got to watch the Jazz game. Angela get's 50% off on dinner for two there so we got a $100.00 meal for $50.00. It was great! We enjoyed the food, the game (even though the Jazz got blown out) and mainly enjoyed each others company. Angela was originally going to work a double that day so I'm very happy she didn't. The next day we got to sleep in and spend a nice afternoon together where I got to sneak away for a bit and go get Angela some Mothers Day things. Nothing special but enough to make Angela feel special. I got her a nice card, some yummy chocolates, some tulips (she loves them), a nice smelling Melon candle and some picture frames in which I went to the Walmart and printed out some pictures of her daughter and her and put them in the frames. She loved it and was really happy. The best part of my Mothers Day gift came on Monday at 6:00PM when she got to go get an hour-long deep tissue massage which she has been really wanting and so desperately needed. All-in-all we had a wonderful weekend and spent a ton of quality time together. Combine that with a Jazz win @ Golden State and favorable results Friday morning at you-know-where you could say the weekend was, dare I say... PERFECT? About as close as it can get.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, for some reason I am feeling extremely exhausted. Must have been all the pacing around and nervousness from the Jazz game. I'm trying to stay awake until Angela gets home but I'm not sure I'll be able to. My eyes are half closed.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways (again),&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANGELA I LOVE YOU &amp;amp; GO UTAH JAZZ!!!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-mbh signing off...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mbh.soulmachine.net/2007/05/jazz-close-out-warriors-in-game-5.html</link><author>mhansen0@gmail.com (mbh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830253.post-448425395868676584</guid><pubDate>Sun, 06 May 2007 17:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-05-13T14:45:51.997-06:00</atom:updated><title>Jazz in seven...</title><description>Well, it wasn't Jazz in six like I predicted but hey, they won the series right? Sweet! Not many people in the national media thought the Jazz would win. I'm used to the whole no media respect for the Jazz since they play in a small market but it's really nice to prove the sports writers wrong. Now with the Mavericks out of the way I seriously think the Jazz could go to the conference semi-finals. And if the Suns beat the Spurs I really think the Jazz could get back to the finals. First and foremost they need to beat the Warriors. I predict: Jazz in six. Also, the Jazz have homecourt advantage now, at least until the conference semi's. Homecourt will be huge for the Jazz in the next round. They are tough mofo's in SLC.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to take a moment to say happy birthday to my good friend Sam who got a great birthday present from the Utah Jazz by beating the Houston Rockets in game seven.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, Angela and I are all moved in to our apartment. I can't say it has been easy. Moving is a bitch. We left Utah last Sunday night and got a room in Mesquite, then we drove to Vegas on Monday morning. When we got to the U-Haul rental place and they drove the truck up I was worried that it would be too small. For some reason I thought that Angela's storage unit was 6x10 and so a 6x10 U-Haul made sense, but when we got the the storage facility we found out that her unit was 10x10. Now, trying to fit 10x10 worth of stuff into a 6x10 truck was fricken tough. We had to load the U-Haul halfway and then unload it again like three times and then when all was said and done we still couldn't fit everything. My car was packed, the front of the U-Haul was packed but yet there was still stuff left over. Angela ended up giving the stuff to the storage place. It took us close to 8 hours to load the U-Haul and it was close to 100 degrees in Vegas. We were both way frustrated and almost strangled each other by the time we were done and ready to hit the road. There was no way in hell I was going to drive all the way to Utah that night so we stopped in Mesquite again just in time to watch the Jazz lose game 5. I was pissed. However, Angela and I had great luck at the blackjack tables and won enough money to cover both nights stay, dinner and then some. So that was positive. The next morning we headed out for our apartment (a little late). When we got to Scipio, UT the back tire on the U-Haul exploded. Literally disintegrated right off the rim causing everything in the back of the U-Haul to shift which caused most things to crunch, smash and break. By the time we got to the apartment (Angela had to go on ahead to get the keys before the office closed) we were both exhausted. Angela had thrown her back out and I was on my last leg but between my dad and I we managed to get all the shit unloaded (and the help of a kind neighbor). I can honestly say next time I move I'm either one, going to sell everything I own or two, hire damn movers to do it for me. What a nightmare!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least it is over and done and we are fully moved in. Oh and I'm piggy-backing on someone in the complex's internet connection. Woot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go Jazz!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-mbh signing off...&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://mbh.soulmachine.net/2007/05/jazz-in-seven.html</link><author>mhansen0@gmail.com (mbh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830253.post-1556814861607695874</guid><pubDate>Thu, 19 Apr 2007 20:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-19T14:31:14.063-06:00</atom:updated><title>Crunched...</title><description>...as in, my car.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yesterday I was driving my car by the Walmart going about 25 mph and this girl wasn't paying any attention drove right into me. She was looking to her left and I was on her right in the lane. She pulled into the lane out from the parking lot right smack into my left rear wheel. Right into the damn rim! The impact wasn't that hard; it kind of just pushed my car closer to the curb and swung her car around behind mine. Nobody was hurt which was the most important thing (expect my car). I had my camera sitting in my lap and I grabbed it and started recording the damage to my car and to hers. Plus she admitted on camera that she hit me and it was her fault.&lt;br /&gt;There wasn't much damage visible to my car. The rim was tore up and had white paint swirl all over it. The rear fender was bent up where her bumper caught the edge of the wheel well and there was white paint down the length of the rest of the fender. On her car her bumper just had black paint (from my car) and really no other visible damage I could see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We traded information and drove off because both our cars were still driveable. I called her later that night and she asked if I could get an estimate of the damage to my car to see if it was under their deductible. Well, I know that Audi rims alone are like $450 so I'm assuming that if she has a $500 deductible then she is going to have to report it to her insurance company. So today I took my car into Abra for an estimate and to repair the fender, window (it's off the track), paint and labor it was roughly $1100. That isn't including what I want to do about the Audi rim. The estimator guy said that they could buff up the rim and make it look decent again but if there were any gouges or deep scratches they couldn't get out then it was totally up to me whether I wanted to get a new rim or not. Plus it would take about 5 days to fix my car which means I would need a rental car which wasn't in the estimate either. So with rim and rental it could be upwards of $1500 depending on what I want to do. Of course this was just one estimate place but I know for a fact if I took it to an Audi dealer it would be like $2500 so I think $1100-$1500 is pretty accurate and reasonable. I'm just waiting to hear back from the girl on how they want to procede. I'm sure the cost is going to be way over their deductible and that they will need to get their insurance company involved which means the insurance company will most likely send out their own claims adjustor which is fine. I also think they could find an Audi rim at a junkyard for half the cost of a new one but the $1100 quote was without a rim at all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll post some pictures of the damage later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-mbh signing off...&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://mbh.soulmachine.net/2007/04/crunched.html</link><author>mhansen0@gmail.com (mbh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830253.post-7073129311158948130</guid><pubDate>Fri, 13 Apr 2007 04:24:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-13T11:24:56.930-06:00</atom:updated><title>Super neato new glasses...</title><description>She is here! Angela is finally here! Yay! It's about time but she made it! She also picked out these neato new glasses for me. I really want to write more but I'm super fricken tired. I'll post my video blog so you can all know how damned tired I am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-mbh signing off...&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://mbh.soulmachine.net/2007/04/super-neato-new-glasses.html</link><author>mhansen0@gmail.com (mbh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830253.post-2495343662942601292</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Mar 2007 18:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-13T11:23:28.703-06:00</atom:updated><title>Eye of the storm...</title><description>It's March.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The month I think about that span over three years ago. Every February and March for the rest of my life I will probably think about it. How can I not? The worst of times. I think of the year and a half prior. September 9, 2002 to February 29, 2004. The only way I can describe it is like standing in the eye of a storm. I have never been in an eye of a real storm but I have heard it is quiet and calm while all around you the storm is swirling about causing massive amounts of destruction. For me the eye of my storm started out so wide that I couldn't see any of the destruction that was around me. I was calm and most definately numb but I knew it was there. I didn't care, I was safe and wrapped in a warm blanket of numbness. As time went on the eye of the storm got smaller and smaller. Constantly shrinking towards me but yet as long as I was in the middle I was safe, and even though I could see all the destruction and shit that my storm was causing to everyone and everything around me it didn't matter as long as I was numb. I HAD to stay in the middle. Not like I had a choice. I was trapped and I knew it. I also knew I was fucked. So there I stood in the middle of this storm. Months and months went by until I could almost reach out and touch the storm. It was a massive and violent storm. Consuming and destroying everything in my path. A path I couldn't deviate from. Then it happened. My security blanket of numbness was ripped from me and I was totally consumed by the storm and like a glass house in a hurricane I was fucked. Never in my life (and I do say never) have I wanted to die like I did then. Death would have been so much more preferrable and easy. I took the full brunt of the storm and it lasted what felt like years. It was the worst physical and emotional pain I have ever had to endure. Then the storm ended and I was left to pick up the pieces of my destroyed life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you would have told me on Feb. 3rd, 2004 that three years from now that I would be happy (for the most part), somewhat successful and most surprising of all... alive. I would have laughed in your face and said you were fucking out of your mind crazy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Touche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-mbh signing off...&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://mbh.soulmachine.net/2007/03/eye-of-storm.html</link><author>mhansen0@gmail.com (mbh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830253.post-2277953820205218578</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Mar 2007 10:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-04-13T11:21:44.323-06:00</atom:updated><title>Best thing ever...</title><description>...to come out of Russia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know what you're thinking. Vodka right? Sorry but that isn't the answer I was looking for. The correct answer is Tetris. Yup. I know, I know, it's three AM. Why the F am I still awake? I got up to take a whiz and couldn't fall back asleep. I dreamt of Tetris. I must play it too much because now I play it while I'm sleeping. I dream about it all the time. Such simple mechanics. So simple it's genius! I topped my personal best on Tetris DS (like you give a rats ass huh?). Over 1.5 million in score and 600+ lines with most of them Tetrises (Tetriscies?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know what? I am nuts. I just decided that I am. If you are reading this just ignore me.&lt;br /&gt;Is it Friday yet? Wow, I guess it is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-mbh signing off...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;P.S.-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I most likely won't remember writing this when I wake up in the morning and when I read it I'll probably delete this post. Because it's lame.</description><link>http://mbh.soulmachine.net/2007/04/best-thing-ever_13.html</link><author>mhansen0@gmail.com (mbh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830253.post-538051367764269845</guid><pubDate>Thu, 01 Mar 2007 06:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-28T23:42:11.467-07:00</atom:updated><title>Bum rush of visitors...</title><description>Wow. I posted my last blog on MySpace and within minutes it had 36 views. I'm one popular bloggin-mofo. Who the hell are you people? I can't even think of 36 people that I know let alone 36 people that would want to read the trash I write on this thing. I thought maybe it was because I hit refresh a few times so I refreshed the page like 50 times and nothing happened. So I'm guessing 36 kinda real people sorta read my blog today. Wow. Two blogs in one day too! Wow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I watched part of The Net tonight (that one movie with Sandra Bullocks) and it got me thinking more about my whole "cyber terrorism" from a couple blogs ago. The Net was just a movie and it came out back when people still used floppy discs and the Macintosh computer was on par with a Fisher Price toy but the whole premise still freaks me out. You laugh but you won't be when all of the sudden you get pulled over and the cops double penetrate your ass with nightsticks because all of the sudden you have 8 warrants in 6 different states for being a child molester when in reality someone just dicked around with your record. Scary shit huh? I think so. Every bit of our information is sitting on a hard drive somewhere. Hospital records, on a computer. Driving records, on a computer. Library info, on a computer. Blah blah and blah all on computers. Pay $19.99 and I can have access to my complete (albeit small) crimial record or social security number. Whatever! Shit like that freaks me out. Maybe because I like to fly under the radar and am comforted knowing that I'm not on the grid. Much (sorta). I've already had my credit card information stolen twice in the last 7 years. And one of the times almost $10,000 was racked up before I even got my monthly statement. All because some jackass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It just freaks me out that's all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm back from Pennsylvania (duh) and it was awesome seeing Angela again. I'll be seeing more of her soon enough! I can't wait. As predicted this trip was laid back. Well, other than after Angela picked me up at the airport and was tired so I drove us back to York from Baltimore. Well, I tried anyways. I got us totally lost and I had to ask for directions from a toll-booth operator. It was freaking cold back there and the snow wasn't snow at all. It was ice. Gigantic piles of ice everywhere. The roads back there are already narrow as can be but when you add 4 feet of ice on each side of the road it's like 1/2 a lane of clear road. I've added a few pictures we took to my pictures section if you haven't already noticed. The moment we got to the airport before I had to leave I started missing Angela real bad. When I had to board my plane and go through security I almost lost it. I'm glad that we will be back together shortly and this time more permanent (I hope!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I should probably go to bed or something. Yeah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-mbh signing off...&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://mbh.soulmachine.net/2007/02/bum-rush-of-visitors.html</link><author>mhansen0@gmail.com (mbh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830253.post-510366656392900271</guid><pubDate>Wed, 28 Feb 2007 23:35:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-28T23:41:17.682-07:00</atom:updated><title>Bloodlocked...</title><description>I love my iPod. The greatest invention of this century. I can't even remember the last time I used a compact disc. I think it was to rip all the music off of to put on to my iPod. I am still using an OLD generation 3 (I think?) 4GB iPod Mini. The thing is indestructable. I've dropped it on pavement from like 4 feet, I've accidentally stepped on the click wheel and crushed it into the casing (it popped out by slamming it into my desk a few times) and almost totally submersed it in water. I keep hoping the damn thing would die so I could buy a new bigger one... say a 400GB Video iPod? Then I could fit my whole collection on it. Okay, so I probably wouldn't put my entire collection on it (can you say Wingers Greatest Hits?). I have a hard enough time as it is with 600 songs so I couldn't imaging having 30,000 to try and sort through.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, has this week gotten any better? Not even. I woke up yesterday puking. Orange juice isn't very fun to puke up. At least I didn't have to go to work. There was a massive snow storm and traffic got all fubar'd and they had to close the freeway down for a bit. Also, my windshield cracked! This is the 4th vehicle in a row I've owned where I had to replace the windshield. Audi windshields are expensive too!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, I just drank my first Dr. Pepper and now I want to puke! I don't know why I don't like the stuff I just don't, and this is coming from someone who likes to drink Nyquil because it tastes fricken gooooood (Nyquil/Lortab smoothie anyone?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is it five yet? I want to go home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-mbh signing off...&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://mbh.soulmachine.net/2007/02/bloodlocked.html</link><author>mhansen0@gmail.com (mbh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830253.post-5861439815555910156</guid><pubDate>Tue, 27 Feb 2007 06:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-28T23:40:22.242-07:00</atom:updated><title>God and Government...</title><description>My mind isn't for rent for any God or government.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was bad. Fucking bad with a capital FUCK. Seriously! If 'it' could go wrong today 'it' did. With 'it' being everything I did from the moment I woke up to this very moment.&lt;br /&gt;I am inspired. Well I was anyways. Moments ago when I was driving around out in the blizzard. I really need to mount my laptop onto my steering wheel so I can blog while I drive because my most inspired moments come while I'm behind the wheel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When I have really bad days I think way too much about life. Not just my life but the small insignificant lives of the universe. We are nothing but small specks of dust in the universe and we are all going to hell in a hand basket. Well, it just seems that way. I do live in America after all; the greatest country in the known universe. I'm not one for politics or government issues (kinda). I'm the type of person who tries not to focus on things too far removed from my own control (therapy does that to me). Republicans and Democrats can both take one of my nuts each and lick em (G. Dubya B. can have both of them at once!). Sure I don't know squat about politics and I've only listened to Sean Hannity a handful of times (the guy is psychotic). I bring him up because I watched a documentry of Hitler before he came to full power and it brought Sean Hannity to mind. Hilter was fucked up, seriously. My opinion is that most people invovled in the government and/or politics have sold their souls to satan multiple times over (that's why most of them are lawyers, coincidence? I think not!).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still waiting for iRevolution or NWO (nerd world order). The people in the world with the real power are the people that control the information. Just imagine if all the geeks and nerds united under the skull and bones and made the Jolly Roger proud? Seriously (kinda) though... almost the entire world, USA especially, is run by computers. All of our information is connected, stored and out there. Take over that and you take over society. It's only a matter of time before the retarded terrorists figure that out and begin an era of cyber terrorism. You can't fight that with troops. I'm convinced as a nation we could wipe any country off the map with our military and nukes. Not that I'm saying we should being somewhat of a violent pacifist (I play violent videogames what do you expect?) but our information infrastructure could be comprimised probably easier than our borders. Cyber terrorism would be a bitch if it really got out of control. Pffft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, enough of my opinion for today. That is all it is, my opinion. Ramblings of a madman and a large amount of BS. I really don't know anything that I talk about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;That's entertainment!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-mbh signing off...&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://mbh.soulmachine.net/2007/02/god-and-government.html</link><author>mhansen0@gmail.com (mbh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830253.post-9184359520496245757</guid><pubDate>Sat, 17 Feb 2007 08:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-28T23:39:04.408-07:00</atom:updated><title>Over and Out...</title><description>This week is finally over and I'm outta here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I left work today with a pant load of work to do which means when I get back next week I will have two pant loads of work waiting. Ugh. Maybe I shouldn't have thought about that right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm all packed up and ready to roll. I'm going to leave here in about three hours and head up to the airport. If the weather permits I should be landing in Baltimore a little after noon (EST). I don't plan on writing anything or even logging into MySpace for at least a week. I don't even want to touch a computer for at least that long. I just want to relax, eat, watch some My Super Sweet 16 and most of all, spend time with Angela. If I can accomplish at least 3 out of 4 of those things I would say my trip will have been a success.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My feet are cold and I should try and get a little more sleep before I have to go. Hopefully I can crash out on the flight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, enough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-mbh signing off...&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://mbh.soulmachine.net/2007/02/over-and-out.html</link><author>mhansen0@gmail.com (mbh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830253.post-3202680395934602787</guid><pubDate>Fri, 16 Feb 2007 06:36:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-28T23:37:59.063-07:00</atom:updated><title>One More Day...</title><description>&lt;span&gt;That's it. One more full day before I get to give Angela her Valentines day gift. Me!&lt;br /&gt;I'll finally get to see Angela again. I'll wake up, go to work for half the day, go shopping and get some errands done and then finish packing (which I started tonight). I'll sleep for a bit then in the middle of the night I'll head up to the airport and catch my super early flight. Then I'll go back to bed.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can't wait to come down the terminal to baggage claim and to see Angela standing there with a big smile on her face as I run up to her and give her a big bear hug. It's going to be so awesome! I seriously cannot wait to see her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I have to get a lot of sleep tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-mbh signing off...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;Power to the people Marty,Power to the people Cos'.&lt;br /&gt;-Cosmo &amp;amp; Martin Bishop&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://mbh.soulmachine.net/2007/02/one-more-day.html</link><author>mhansen0@gmail.com (mbh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830253.post-7484865522097985408</guid><pubDate>Wed, 07 Feb 2007 08:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-09T00:22:33.080-07:00</atom:updated><title>Wired up...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;I fell asleep way early tonight and now I'm wide awake. I've been sleeping like crap lately. I'm super tired during the day and keep falling asleep at work. Then I'm all wired up at night for no reason.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Ten more days before I fly out. Ten long days. I'm really excited and can't wait.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Work has been decent this week. I've gotten a lot of work done &lt;em&gt;(when I'm not dozing off)&lt;/em&gt; and the days have gone by somewhat quickly. They've reorganized the teams for this development cycle which means the team I'm on lost two people. A third person had surgery on his ACL so has been out of the office for a while now too so it's been down to four people. They are moving where we sit too. There goes my awesome window seat and my awesome view across South Jordan. Oh well, I guess they don't pay me a pant load of money to sit dozing off staring out the window all day &lt;em&gt;(somedays it feels that way)&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Well, I'm getting tired again and it's really cold. My toes are like ice cubes that could cool down a diet Coke if I dipped them in one.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;-mbh signing off...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mbh.soulmachine.net/2007/02/wired-up.html</link><author>mhansen0@gmail.com (mbh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830253.post-6531937155867115270</guid><pubDate>Mon, 05 Feb 2007 06:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-09T00:20:59.644-07:00</atom:updated><title>Big bang generation...</title><description>I've been lazy butt this entire weekend. I can't believe I have to get up for work in about 7 hours. This weekend went by way too fast. That's what I get for sleeping all day yesterday and today. All I did was sleep and play Nintendo. Since I slept all weekend I'm not even tired now when I should be. I'm great at screwing up my sleeping cycle on the weekends. Oh well, I could always sleep through my Monday meetings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was able to get the days off I needed at work. Floating holidays kick ass. So In less than two weeks I'm outta here! Now if I could just make the next two work weeks fly by...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's funny. Everytime I post my blog I get about 20 views within minutes. Who the hell reads this thing anyways? I don't even have that many Myspace friends and most of them are music groups. I'm pretty sure Trent Reznor or the band members from Duran Duran aren't reading this. Oh well I suppose. As long as it entertains you then I'm guessing that is a good thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess I should really try to get some sleep now. Have fun and enjoy reading my blog all you strangers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;-mbh signing off...&lt;/em&gt;</description><link>http://mbh.soulmachine.net/2007/02/big-bang-generation.html</link><author>mhansen0@gmail.com (mbh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830253.post-8560567212954884624</guid><pubDate>Fri, 02 Feb 2007 03:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-02-09T00:20:21.303-07:00</atom:updated><title>I'll see you in Baltimore...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;It's official. I'm heading back east in a little over two weeks. I fly into Baltimore International on Saturday the 17th where Angela is going to pick me up. Then we'll head up to York, PA for a few days. Last time I was there was back in the middle of October so I'm really excited to go see Angela. This time we won't feel obligated to do all the tourist stuff and can spend more time just enjoying each others company. Gettysburg and Amish country were cool but it felt like we spent so much time trying to see everything that we were rushing from place to place. This time we'll have more time to relax.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I got a great deal on my hotel so that makes up for the too expensive flight. Now all I have to do is get a couple days off from work and I'm set. I don't think that will be a problem. Speaking of work, I got some good news today. The 2006 bonus will be on my next check which I get a couple days before flying out. The whole trip probably won't even take up half the bonus so it's like I get a free trip. Not to mention my tax return should be coming soon too. The extra money will make it so Angela and I will be able to do pretty much whatever we want when I get there. Yay for expensive food and shopping sprees!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Once I get back from Pennsylvania Angela will be following soon after. It will be nice having her back close by. Then she will be able to get settled in and maybe go down to Las Vegas and California to visit her friends. I know she would like that a lot.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;-mbh signing off...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mbh.soulmachine.net/2007/02/ill-see-you-in-baltimore.html</link><author>mhansen0@gmail.com (mbh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9830253.post-1505657250913425948</guid><pubDate>Tue, 30 Jan 2007 05:54:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2007-01-26T23:36:29.243-07:00</atom:updated><title>Everything, whatever, sure...</title><description>&lt;p&gt;Is it Friday yet? No? Well, that sucks. This week hasn't really started out that well. Three days until Thursday. Ugh. I know I really shouldn't be that nervous but I am. On one hand, I'm glad to get this over with. On the other hand, well, I'm scared shit-less.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Work has been really blah lately. Maybe it's just me but I have been really unmotivated at work. Actually, I've been unmotivated period. Maybe it's the hour long commute in the morning that usually isn't that bad but lately hasn't been as enjoyable as it used to be. Maybe it's the fog, or all the car wrecks every morning that just piss me off. Maybe it's this head cold or maybe winter. I hate winter time. I'm so ready for mid-March. Screw this winter cold stuff.&lt;br /&gt;I'm ready for a change. I don't care what that change is as long as it is something on the postive side. I'm sick of change for the worse.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, I had every intention of sitting down and writing a good long blog but I'm just not feeling it tonight. I'm in a bad mood. Angela had a rough day today, I had a rough day. Not much went our way which is frustrating because it seems like NOTHING ever goes our way. Nothing but stupid shit anyways.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;I'm tired.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;-mbh signing off...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;</description><link>http://mbh.soulmachine.net/2007/01/everything-whatever-sure.html</link><author>mhansen0@gmail.com (mbh)</author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></item></channel></rss>