<?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-3487499</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:09:27.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Many Faces of Rev. Dr. Stevo P. Rockenstien</title><subtitle type='html'>Here, you will find what I have to think, WHILE I'M THINKING IT! BLOGGER.com has connected wires, and transmitters to allow you to read my thoughts AS I THINK THEM! 
What an Age we Live in.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>55</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-86095577</id><published>2002-12-16T01:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-12-16T01:14:11.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's been over a month, but nobody reads this anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://brakpage.milkbag.net/quiz/peanuts.html"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://brakpage.milkbag.net/quiz/linus.gif" alt="I am linus" border="0"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size=2&gt;&lt;b&gt;Which Peanuts Character Are You Quiz&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&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/3487499-86095577?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/86095577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/86095577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_12_15_archive.html#86095577' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-84260367</id><published>2002-11-08T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-08T21:53:00.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I got my TMBG stuff in the mail today after about a month. I think I need more, now that I've heard the CD.&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/3487499-84260367?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/84260367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/84260367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84260367' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-84208815</id><published>2002-11-07T23:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-07T23:43:58.026-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Fuck! People who spend entire DAYS on away messages on AIM are lame. 20 minutes? Fine. an hour? Sure, but anything more is lame. LAME LAME LAME.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There should be a way to hurt these people, violently, without fear of reprisal of the law.&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/3487499-84208815?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/84208815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/84208815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#84208815' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-83996530</id><published>2002-11-04T04:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2002-11-04T04:37:51.666-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to bed at around 8:30pm, foolishly expecting to sleep through the night. It is now 4:30am and I'm really Hungry. I have class toay, so I think i'm going to hit up Burger King Breakfast like a fucking FIEND. They don't have good meat food in th morning, bu whatever. I'm starved. I wonder what time they open. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've also got some grocery shopping to do. Grocery shopping entails finding out what the house needs, puttin it on a list of maybe 7 items, then spending the rest of the money on things I eat. Usually, that's about $50.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom's in Texas until I don't know when, so it's me, my sister, and my dad. Also, my other sister, Debbie has decided to grace us with her presence since friday evening when we all saw 'THE RING' which is stupid. Don't See That Movie.  HORRIBLE. NOT SCARY. DULL. RETARDED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Remind me to post on this more.&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/3487499-83996530?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/83996530'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/83996530'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_11_03_archive.html#83996530' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-83535004</id><published>2002-10-25T21:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-25T21:51:00.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I don't know why people can't see my blog updates! What's wrong?!?! Eh, anyway, I saw the house I'll be moving into in the spring. It's reeeeeeeeaaaaaaaalllly nice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; K, that's all.&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/3487499-83535004?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/83535004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/83535004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83535004' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-83431498</id><published>2002-10-23T19:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-23T19:54:53.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today was my radio show, and I had it all planned out so I could read comics. Too bad I didn't have any money FOR said comics. S'alright.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night Crystal came to Open Mic. She's a very sweet girl who likes my songs. She's the kind of girl you can sit very very close to and who doesn't get weirded out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bazil needs to use the computer now.&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/3487499-83431498?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/83431498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/83431498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83431498' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-83336358</id><published>2002-10-22T00:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-22T00:48:32.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to go to see They Might Be Giants for Free tonight! THANK YOU HAZEN! YOU ROCK!  Whoever told me that hanging out with camp kids was lame, NUTS TO YOU!   I did feel bad because I had plans on taking my friend Corey and Sarah to see them, but I ran out of money. Lousy Speeding tickets....&lt;br /&gt;I'll make it up to them, I promise!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here was the set list&lt;br /&gt;-Clap Your Hands&lt;br /&gt;-Bed Bed Bed&lt;br /&gt;-Birdhouse in Your Soul&lt;br /&gt;-Fingertips (all)&lt;br /&gt;-John Lee Super-taster&lt;br /&gt;-the Statue Got Me High&lt;br /&gt;-In The Middle, In The Middle, In The Middle&lt;br /&gt;-She's Actual Size&lt;br /&gt;-Oh Contrair *(debuted!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;-Istanbul&lt;br /&gt;-Doctor Worm&lt;br /&gt;-Drink!&lt;br /&gt;-On The Drag&lt;br /&gt;-Dead&lt;br /&gt;-Four of Two&lt;br /&gt;-Pet Name&lt;br /&gt;-Cyclops Rock&lt;br /&gt;-The Sun is a Mass Of Incondecent Gas&lt;br /&gt;-Older&lt;br /&gt;-No!&lt;br /&gt;-Dig My Grave&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------encore&lt;br /&gt;-Violin&lt;br /&gt;-Boss Of Me&lt;br /&gt;-Radio Fun&lt;br /&gt;-Violin&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------encore&lt;br /&gt;-Robot Parade *adult&lt;br /&gt;-Particle Man&lt;br /&gt;-How Can I Sing Like A Girl?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeay! I ALSO GOT FLANSY'S AUTOGRAPH!!!!!!&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/3487499-83336358?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/83336358'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/83336358'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_10_20_archive.html#83336358' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-83225062</id><published>2002-10-19T17:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-19T17:03:52.496-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was at this party in East Lansing and I was busy being witty. It works like that, you see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't get back home until 9am. I could've slept there, but I think I'd worn out my welcome.&lt;br /&gt; I get self concious about that kind of thing. Often.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyways, I wake up this morning to the sound of like a dozen middle age women giggling and laughing and the sound of people being herded around. I know my dad's having people over from NJ, but I thought it was only like, 1 guy.&lt;br /&gt; Turns out my sister has her Homecoming today, and everybody's taking pictures of everybody.&lt;br /&gt; I walk out of my room barely wearing anything and wonder what the fuck's going on. I then proceed to stumble around in a comical fashion and insist they all leave.&lt;br /&gt; Grrr.&lt;br /&gt;Fuckin' kids havin' a good time at a school function.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;::takes another drink of Coffee::&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/3487499-83225062?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/83225062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/83225062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83225062' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-83150428</id><published>2002-10-17T23:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-17T23:17:32.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Things I hear my dad saying on the phone:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Wait, what's the deal?"&lt;br /&gt;"So you ARE coming? When?"&lt;br /&gt;"Because Gary is on his way! I thought you could've coordinated this better."&lt;br /&gt;"He said he talked to you about this."&lt;br /&gt;"Becaue then I can't leave until you get up here. That's the problem with this."&lt;br /&gt;"What's Going On?"&lt;br /&gt;"What's Going On"&lt;br /&gt;"*sigh* Why does this have to be so difficult?!"&lt;br /&gt;". . . Because then I won't go up to Canada with Gary."&lt;br /&gt;"You can't follow me up! There are no Roads!"&lt;br /&gt;"Unbelievable."&lt;br /&gt;::goes in the other room, closes door::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Truth is funnier than fiction.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487499-83150428?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/83150428'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/83150428'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83150428' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-83105021</id><published>2002-10-17T02:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-17T02:18:21.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If I could choose a way to die, I'd choose being in a fight to the death with a wild animal.  I don't know just what animal yet, but it would have to be carnivorus.  It'd kinda be like a Gladiator kinda thing where I do get some armor and weopons, and it would just keep going until I was killed and Eaten.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Being eaten is the most important thing about it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, people in Alaska have reported seeing Huge birds everywhere.  They've got a 14 foot wingspan, and have been seen by a lot of Airplanes too.  Now, I wouldn't want to fight a bird. Mostly because I don't like Feathers.   Big Feathers are cool, like the Eagle Feathers I got from camp, but not like the Boas or anything. Those weird me out. I can't sleep on a feather pillow either. I get sick and weirded out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rock.&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487499-83105021?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/83105021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/83105021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83105021' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-83019660</id><published>2002-10-15T12:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-15T12:24:02.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I might be coming on too strong, we'll see tonight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If anybody has any tips or advice, please send them to GiantSpiderInc@aol.com  It'll be most appreciated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I'm not going crazy, I do that too often. Then I get angry and upset, and nobody likes that at all.&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/3487499-83019660?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/83019660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/83019660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#83019660' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-82987993</id><published>2002-10-14T20:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-14T20:15:42.510-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so I met this girl in my English class and we've been out to eat, and studied and hung out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(waits &amp; see's what happens)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, Wally Pleasant has volunteered his services for my Radio show! He's going to be writing a few songs just for my show! How Cool is that?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright. Good.&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/3487499-82987993?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/82987993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/82987993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_10_13_archive.html#82987993' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-82620840</id><published>2002-10-06T23:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-06T23:51:11.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;table width="350" border="0" bgcolor="#996433"&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#F0A268"&gt;&lt;td width="125" bgcolor="#FFCCFF"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.geraldfield.com/nadinesplace/muppetquiz/fozzie.jpg" width="125" height="108"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;td width="177" bgcolor="#FFCCFF"&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;font size="3" color="#612203"&gt;You are Fozzie!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;font color="#612203"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Wokka Wokka! You love to make lame jokes. Your sense of humor might be a bit off, but you're a great friend and can always be counted on.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;font color="#950000"&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;.&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr bgcolor="#996433"&gt;&lt;td colspan="2"&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;font size="1"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.geraldfield.com/cgi-bin/unofficial/quizzes/sfesurvey.cgi?whatmuppetareyou" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;font color="#FF99FF"&gt;Take the &lt;i&gt;What Muppet Are You?&lt;/i&gt; Quiz!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487499-82620840?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/82620840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/82620840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_10_06_archive.html#82620840' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-82452745</id><published>2002-10-03T00:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-10-03T00:46:04.640-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am so goddamned tired I can't think staight.  I did my very fist show on WXOU Auborn Hills, 88.3 and then I covered for a guy, and it's just WHOOOOOOO.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, The Blue Note's sucking and I don't know how likely my show is going to be. It's really bad. I don't even know if it's going to be in business that long. It's depressing, all and all. But my friend Lindsay from camp has been hanging out with me. She came to the Note Last night and we went and got Pizza and talked about our friends, like Aaron Williams.  Man, I miss that kid. I'm gonna call him up.&lt;br /&gt;THe problem nowadays is that I don't have the time or money to do anything anymore! I'm booked Solid!   Abe's comin' to town this weekend, and I think I have to work, so I might have him come to camp and play music or something. It'll be cool though, I know it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alright, time to relax a bit and talk to my marvelous friends Corey &amp; Sarah. They're going through Room-mate Blues.&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/3487499-82452745?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/82452745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/82452745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_09_29_archive.html#82452745' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-81809311</id><published>2002-09-19T01:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-19T01:37:56.666-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a href="http://hometown.aol.com/mysticguy77/starquiz/starquiz.html" target="new"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://hometown.aol.com/mysticguy77/starquiz/Pluto.jpg" border=0&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://hometown.aol.com/mysticguy77/starquiz/starquiz.html" target="new"&gt;What Planet Are You From?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;this quiz was made by &lt;a href="http://hometown.aol.com/mysticguy77.html"&gt;The Autist Formerly Known As Tim&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/center&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/3487499-81809311?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/81809311'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/81809311'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_09_15_archive.html#81809311' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-81808781</id><published>2002-09-19T01:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-19T01:20:17.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I was playing Bass with Matt Marrow today in Amanda's garage, when some Cross Country kids from Rochester High came past. A few of them stopped up and watched us for a bit. It was pretty cool! We've had 3 rehersals, and we already have a fan base! &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487499-81808781?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/81808781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/81808781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_09_15_archive.html#81808781' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-81763170</id><published>2002-09-18T03:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-18T03:41:32.253-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I've got a show on the 12 of October at the Blue Note.  I also found out that my friend Kyle doesn't have a lot longer to live.  Kyle is one of the best people I know, and it's weird because I have a healthy understanding of death, and so does he, but where does that leave everybody else? What's going to happen when he dies and I'm the only one acting the way Kyle wants everybody to act? Am I going to end up looking even MORE of an ass?   Ugh, I know about Death, and that kind of thing, but it'll really just be hard not seeing him often as I do.&lt;br /&gt;But I'm talking like he's already dead, and that's morbid as hell. Ugh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kyle, I love you man. You're born on my birthday, and you're like a twin brother.&lt;br /&gt;You should be immortal like me.&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/3487499-81763170?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/81763170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/81763170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_09_15_archive.html#81763170' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-81622539</id><published>2002-09-15T02:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-15T02:38:04.760-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;p align=center&gt;&lt;img src="http://simplyangelic.meaningless.net/quiz/smarts/music.jpg" alt="Music Smartie!"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://simplyangelic.meaningless.net/quiz/smarts/quiz.html"&gt;How Are You Smart?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know, rather than tell you what's been going on in my life, I keep taking these quizes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, there's that little going on in my life.&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/3487499-81622539?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/81622539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/81622539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_09_15_archive.html#81622539' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-81562315</id><published>2002-09-13T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-13T14:01:35.243-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;font face="arial"&gt;i am open-minded!&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://home.iprimus.com.au/sparvin/open.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://home.iprimus.com.au/sparvin/indie.htm"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How indie are you?&lt;/a&gt; test by &lt;a href="http://www.livejournal.com/users/ridethefader"&gt;ridethefader&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;You're pretty knowledgeable about music in general. You like indie music, sure, but that's only part of it. &lt;br /&gt;You'll listen to any old shit as long as it sounds good to you. You're not snobby about music at all, you &lt;br /&gt;just like what you like. How boring. Curiously, this makes you popular with the opposite sex.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487499-81562315?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/81562315'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/81562315'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81562315' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-81387471</id><published>2002-09-09T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-09T23:20:21.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ladies, Gentlemen, children of all ages, I have done it. I've written my first song that I don't hate....yet.  It's called Emo girl, and it will be preformed tomorrow at the Blue Note. I've done a version of it live a few times, but it feels good to have written something I'm momentarily happy with. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This last weekend the Terranauts played, and I went and saw them! It was great. I haven't seen Sheila, Rob, or Rich in a while, and it was good to talk to them after so long. Later on, they came and saw me play at the Blue Note. I don't think I impressed them as much as they impress me everytime I hear their album, but it was good clean fun.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've got crappy class tomorrow at 9. FUCK.&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/3487499-81387471?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/81387471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/81387471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_09_08_archive.html#81387471' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-81176330</id><published>2002-09-05T01:27:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-05T01:27:43.823-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/criminal/henrykissinger.jpg" title="I am Kissinger."&gt;&lt;br \&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/criminal/"&gt;Which Evil Criminal are &lt;i&gt;You&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;img src="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/affliction/plague.png" title="I am Plague. Got Me?"&gt;&lt;br \&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/affliction/"&gt;Take the Affliction Test Today!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;	&lt;p&gt;My insulting name is &lt;b&gt;Zebra bastard zebra zebra zebra zebra fucker Paraplegickicker&lt;/b&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/toys/insult/"&gt;What's yours?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I am THAT easily ammused!&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487499-81176330?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/81176330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/81176330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81176330' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-81175853</id><published>2002-09-05T01:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-05T01:15:01.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/giantrobot/megatron.jpg" width="200" height="150"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;a href="http://rumandmonkey.com/widgets/tests/giantrobot/"&gt;Which Colossal Death Robot Are &lt;i&gt;You&lt;/i&gt;?&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;I found all these "WHAT __________ ARE YOU?" tests from my friend Erin's old site. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487499-81175853?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/81175853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/81175853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81175853' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-81175598</id><published>2002-09-05T01:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-09-05T01:05:07.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I went in to do my demo for 88.3 WXOU Auborn Hills, and it went really well! Hopefully I'll have a show by next week, and be my musical tastes will be amplified throughout the area! &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I've also been involved with more music in another live way. I have been practicing with the Man, the Legend, Mr. Matt Marrow! He's teaching me things for the bass, and I've taken them up pretty fast. His house is Huge! It's soo nice, I want to live there. It's in Royal Oak, and Ooooh, it's just too nice.  Not that my house isn't cool. More food, my computer . . . my cat. Although, I'm sure Bazil would feel right at home there. &lt;br /&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;I've been writing on this more often, but leaving out the more personal stuff, because it's just not worth it at all.&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/3487499-81175598?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/81175598'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/81175598'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_09_01_archive.html#81175598' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-80953175</id><published>2002-08-31T05:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-31T05:43:43.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I still live with my family, which many would think very lame. However, yesterday, I spent a good 4 hours just walking around my yard and looking at everything that's growing and has grown over the span of my lifetime. It's really interesting, and makes more sense than just about anything else in this world. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wen to be early, and woke up with Indigestion, and now I can't get back to sleep. I've read all the books I can stand to read right now, and some that I can't, so I think I'm going to try watching a movie or something.&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/3487499-80953175?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/80953175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/80953175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80953175' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-80855255</id><published>2002-08-29T00:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-08-29T00:00:58.570-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Well, I'm back to using this. My friend questioned me about my absence of using it, and I had to say I really had nothing interesting to say. Well, Now I do!    I'm back from camp, and resume my dutys as Open Mic Host. I'm also returning back to school and I should have my Associate's Degree in Teaching from OCC in the Spring of next year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Right now, I am still single, and have been for about more than a year. I am actually going on dates, and stuff, or trying. It's been going rather well. Not to say that I'm satisfied with how much I go out, and stuff like that, but it's better than nothing. It really is, trust me. &lt;br /&gt;I also might have a radio show in a couple of weeks. WXOU out of Auborn Hills. Nothing Fancy, but cool all the same. I'm going to be influencing the world one listener at a time, because the range isn't huge. But Yeah! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well enjoy! Talk to you soon!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487499-80855255?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/80855255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/80855255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_08_25_archive.html#80855255' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-78906188</id><published>2002-07-13T12:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-07-13T12:43:17.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Jesus! How long have I been gone from this thing? I wa blocked frm my friend Erin's Bloger, so hopefully I'll get to use this again at camp. The ting about the internet at camp, besides being isgutingly slow, is also that it removes any it of privacy whatsoever and leaes you suspicios of just about everyone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else, hmmm, Oh! I had a girlfriend for about 2 weeks, which is the equivelent of a month in anywhee else in the world. Her name was Emma, and she was from England. However due to the fact that time-wise we had abut 4.3 minutes a day to see each other due to her horrible cabin, it fell apart. Lousy kids. Anyways, I'm going to go see 19 Wheels in Lansing today with sme friends.&lt;br /&gt;The ammount of unorganization here is baffling. It really is. Any time we get time off, it's spent stressing about what we're going to be doing, and it's really not worth it, but what are you going to do, right? It's time where you can hang out and just relax.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got a chance to go to High Banks which is near the camp where I work in Oscoda. I'll have to wtrite about it when I have more time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, that'll be soon.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487499-78906188?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/78906188'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/78906188'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_07_07_archive.html#78906188' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-77129400</id><published>2002-05-30T00:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-30T00:06:45.780-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wow it's been a while since I've posted anything! &lt;br /&gt;Ok, so Open Mic last night was Amazing! So many old friends coming to wish me well. Not to mention Chris Johnston of 19Wheels fame. He even thought the version of 360 that Greg and I did was really good.&lt;br /&gt;Abe and Dave came over today and reminded me about the Worms Lan Party we're supposed to have tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get sun glasses and pack.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487499-77129400?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/77129400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/77129400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_05_26_archive.html#77129400' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-76944303</id><published>2002-05-24T21:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-24T21:05:31.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I worked at Ohiyessa for the last 3 days, and my face is sunburnt to all hell. Time to read comics.&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/3487499-76944303?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76944303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76944303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76944303' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-76782011</id><published>2002-05-20T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-20T22:35:41.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Today I went and saw the latest Star Wars movie, and I enjoyed it very much. It was kinda more like a gangster/old war movie than the others. This one, as opposed to the others, had a decent plot that could stand on it's own. Plus it was cool to see Yoda fight.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ANYWAY, I've decided that I can't pick my favorite Marx brother, it's too hard. I think I should take piano lessons again so I can play like Chico.&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/3487499-76782011?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76782011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76782011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_05_19_archive.html#76782011' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-76709300</id><published>2002-05-18T22:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-18T22:15:48.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Yesterday and today I've worked at my great Aunt Claudia's House's Estate sale. We had to put her in a home because she couldn't take care of herself. Anyway, a couple of months ago, my dad and Aunt and others had to clean it all out. It was by far the most disgusting thing ever. Toilets coated with shit, soiled sheets and couches, just gross.&lt;br /&gt;She never threw anything out either, so it was even worse.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, I've decided to never let my house get like that. I spent the whole morning with my dad's Mom, my Aunt Coco, my dad, and Aunt Stephanie.&lt;br /&gt;But I worked with my cousin Alex, who is a spaz. He never stops moving or talking, but it's too late for his mom to have an abortion because he's 13. Too bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now my cousins Henry and William are here along with my other Grandma, and my Uncle John and Aunt Julie. I like that side much better. Henry is cooler than most people I know, and he's not even 2.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487499-76709300?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76709300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76709300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76709300' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-76648879</id><published>2002-05-17T02:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-17T02:22:14.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>My Comment thing is still fucked up and I blame Erin still. But that's neither here, nor there.&lt;br /&gt;I went to E. Lansing today to play at an Open Mic Nite and play scrabble with my friend Kristi. At Open Mic, my friend Corey was there. She does the Life's So Rad comic. We talked about comics and went to Denny's. She even drew a picture of me!&lt;br /&gt;I didn't sell too many CDs, because everybody there is poor. :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alrght, time for bed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487499-76648879?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76648879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76648879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76648879' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-76596732</id><published>2002-05-15T20:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-15T20:01:31.376-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;center&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="position: relative; width:200px"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.sakuracardz.com/questionmark/70percentevil.gif"&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2" face="arial" color="#C00000"&gt;&lt;b&gt;You are 70% evil!&lt;/b&gt; &lt;a href="http://www.sakuracardz.com/questionmark" target="_blank"&gt;[?]&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="1" face="arial" color="#C00000"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey, you're pretty damn evil.  You've been out partying way more than once, and you're quite the little devil, but I guess you've still got some good in you.  Maybe only to family...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, and the comment thing is fucked up. I blame Erin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487499-76596732?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76596732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76596732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76596732' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-76547230</id><published>2002-05-14T16:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-14T16:11:01.373-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so with the help of Erin, I think I've got a Comment thing on here, so we'll see what that's about and how it works.&lt;br /&gt;I've got my songs all set for tonight. I hope Greg returns my copy of Snatch to me tonight.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487499-76547230?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76547230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76547230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76547230' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-76525374</id><published>2002-05-14T00:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-14T00:59:25.783-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so I called my friend Kristi today, and we're gonna go pick up my, uh pick-up for my Guitar on Thursday and then play at Cafe Latte.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went grocerie shopping today, and that's about it. I have no idea what I'm going to play at the Blue Note tomorrow. Please email me with ideas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.&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/3487499-76525374?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76525374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76525374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76525374' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-76472691</id><published>2002-05-12T18:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-12T18:48:23.563-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I know you're all pulling your hair out to hear what's been going on this weekend, so hear goes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drove to Nissokone in Beautiful, and under heavy construction, Oscoda, MI taking my sweet ass time by stopping at Birch Run or whatever the fuck it's called to pick up pants.When I got there though, I watched the boss's kids and then helped shovel torn-off shingles in the rain.&lt;br /&gt;Ah, such is life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I found out that more of my favorite people are returning to Nisso this year, and that I already kind of have connections to some of the new staff. 2 other staff are friends with 2 different people from the 19 Wheels message board. Who'da thunkt it? We all had a pretty good and cold time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dinner time.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487499-76472691?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76472691'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76472691'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_05_12_archive.html#76472691' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-76383413</id><published>2002-05-10T00:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-10T00:10:11.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Speaking of body parts, I was flashed today by a converable full of Clarkston girls.&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure if they knew who they had flashed they would've driven into a tree.&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should tell them and do the world a favor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wow. I can't believe how bitter I've gotten! Look at that! There's so much horrible contempt there! I should really loosen up! They're just boobies!   For a while I was devote celibate. Then I became desperate again. Now, I don't know what kind of mood I'm in. I have the bitter resentment to all 'Girls Gone Wild' because I know they're just drunken Soroirity whores, yet no real desire to buy the tapes either because I know I can live without. Probably because it IS drunken Soroirity whores and not actual women. &lt;br /&gt;Remember, Sorority Girls = BAD. In all cases. No exceptions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Argh, the more I think about it, the more I think I should go back to celibate mode while at Nisso. It solves a whole lot of problems that I don't really need.&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what happens this weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487499-76383413?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76383413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76383413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76383413' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-76355389</id><published>2002-05-09T16:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-09T16:07:51.723-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Oh yeah, I had my physical yesterday from this really cute Irish girl just out of med school. She couldn't have been over 25. But yeah, if it weren't for the horrible state of my body, I think I would've impressed her.&lt;br /&gt;::knows it's a lie::&lt;br /&gt;She didn't do the thing where she checks out my genitals, or anything, though. That would've been even more uncomfortable because that would've been more action I'd've seen in years. &lt;br /&gt;"Y'argh. I'm not attractive." -Captain McCalister&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/3487499-76355389?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76355389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76355389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76355389' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-76355039</id><published>2002-05-09T16:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-09T16:00:57.500-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have to be in Oscoda by 6 tomorrow evening. I think I'm going to be roofing or something. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I kinda hope it rains so I'll have to work indoors. I also hope that they switch the cabins around this year. The other ones are nice and roomy. Plus the counselors get a bigger spot as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487499-76355039?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76355039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76355039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76355039' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-76335921</id><published>2002-05-09T02:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-09T02:58:47.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Tonight I helped my buddy Frank host his weekly radio show. It was a lot of fun!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm thinking I might have to see about getting a spot there when I get back from camp. I think I'd be pretty good at it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people have noticed that I'm not posting as much. It's because I've been really busy with a vast amount of things and haven't been home online. I appologize for the inconvenience.&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/3487499-76335921?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76335921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76335921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76335921' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-76294378</id><published>2002-05-08T01:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-08T01:38:36.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I'm goin to be on the radio tomorrow! WXOU 88.3FM!  I'm going to be on with TV's Frank from 9pm-12&lt;br /&gt;Listen in.&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/3487499-76294378?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76294378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76294378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76294378' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-76254946</id><published>2002-05-07T04:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-07T04:13:40.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Remember folks, when you get your money back from Taxes, don't spend all of it on Penny-Whistles and Moon Pies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;. . . that's a mistake I hope not to make AGAIN!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487499-76254946?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76254946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76254946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76254946' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-76207978</id><published>2002-05-06T00:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-06T00:21:29.556-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>You know what I don't like? Stupid cheap Emo Kids who don't enjoy shows or music or anything. You know the type, they'll go to a show because they know the band. And just want to see their friends, and leave after thier friends' bands play leaving the other band with nobody watching. &lt;br /&gt;That shit just ain't cool.&lt;br /&gt;Well, they don't listen to reason, and I don't care. They can all cry and complain about how the "system" is all corperate and blah blah blah. It's like a goddamn broken record with them! &lt;br /&gt;You can live perfectly well and not worry about such things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think it's an escape-ism with them, I really do. Thier own lives are so boring they need to find a cause to get behind to give thier life meaning.They create all this drama and conspiracy stuff thinking it'll bring them happiness or Justice or whatever, but it just leaves them blocked out for enjoying themselves in simple things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Taking my own advice, I'm going to stop worryin' about them fuckers and hope they expload.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487499-76207978?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76207978'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76207978'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76207978' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-76192725</id><published>2002-05-05T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-05T16:17:50.433-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Three Cheers for the mutha fuckin' Terranauts! I'm gonna go see them at the Blue Note tonight. &lt;br /&gt;They're playing with this one band who are good, but thier fans are a bunch of whiney Emo Kids who don't dance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think I mentioned this before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487499-76192725?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76192725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76192725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76192725' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-76177117</id><published>2002-05-05T02:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-05T02:39:59.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I think I'm going to try a new format. We'll see how well it does.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487499-76177117?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76177117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76177117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_05_05_archive.html#76177117' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-76172883</id><published>2002-05-04T23:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-04T23:46:56.716-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Heh, Appearantly Crazy shinanigans and goings on are also happening at http://personal.jackson.cc.mi.us/matt.finnegan/ . &lt;br /&gt;See, when I was a lad, I spent a great deal of time at my cousin's house because I was lame and didn't have any friends of my own. So I became friends with a lot of her friends, and thier younger brothers. Case In Point: Matt Finnegan. Erin is his older sister who's my cousin Megan's friend from High School, and since I'd get invited over occasionally to Erin's, I'd talk to Matt. Anyway, his site is much better than mine, or anything I cold do web wise. He's also as random as I am, and well learned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess it's all a trade up because I'm going to be King someday. Maybe if he plays his cards right he'll end up my Royal Visir. That's assuming we also get thrown into a Time-Hole and are transplanted in the Crusades. . . . AGAIN.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do any of you get so bored you just start writing all over yourself?&lt;br /&gt;      So it's just me then. I see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487499-76172883?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76172883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76172883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76172883' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-76164712</id><published>2002-05-04T18:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-04T18:08:39.143-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The Ancient Egyptians considdered Egypt as thier idea of what heaven was. They looked at thier surroundings, and thought it was the best place in the universe. How many of us can say that about where we live? I'm not talking about our country, I'm talking about our home, and our stomping ground. &lt;br /&gt;I was walking around my yard today, and I think I know what they must've been talking about.&lt;br /&gt;Ancient Egypt is cool. A lot of people talk about how bad it was because of Slavery and stuff, but it was really more of a Serf-dom kind of thing, and Slaves had shifts, so it was basically like everyday jobs. The Government supplied them with Make-up, and if it wasn't given, or the slaves weren't happy, they striked, and stuff.&lt;br /&gt;Could the Pyramids've been made if things were so crappy? Even construction workers can look at a building they've taken part in building and say "I helped make that." That in itself should be a triumph to what we can do, even if our life isn't great.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Heaven is a place where nothing. Nothing ever happens." -Talking Heads&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487499-76164712?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76164712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76164712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76164712' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-76161534</id><published>2002-05-04T16:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-04T16:02:02.046-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>  The camp where I work in the summer is a heavan for those who keep positive attitudes and know how to deal with life in a way making everyday like your birthday. At the Blue Note Cafe, however, it seems you have to have a deep emotion problem or some chemical dependancy to fit in, which is fine most of the time. But if you're not doin' Open Mic or there's a show there, it get's REALLY Depressing. Sometimes this is what you need, and it's cool. Other times, you should just find somewhere else to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, that being said, I truely do love my Blue Note, it's full of something undescribable in the air. You really feel at home there, and that's something you can't find in most places. Even the places you've gone to for years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm Hungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487499-76161534?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76161534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76161534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76161534' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-76129810</id><published>2002-05-03T15:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-03T15:45:44.216-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok, so I saw the 11:15 showing of Spider-man, and I actually had to wait in a line of dorks who give respectable comic book readers a bad name. They were Hassleing the Movie Theatre from a Cell phone outside, and yelling at moms with kids. &lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;These are the kind of people who collect comics because they're worth money as opposed to those of us who read them because we like them.&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the movie was really cool and comic-booky while remaining really well done cinematically. And of course, since it was directed by Sam Raime, he threw Bruce Campbell and Lucy Lawless in there. &lt;br /&gt;It was true to the comic with lots of refferences that were subtle enough so the people that read the comics got it, but it wasn't elitist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But anyway, Go See It! I liked it better than X-Men or ANY of the Batmans. People talk about how bad Joel Shumacker is, but Tim Burton is pretentious as all Hell. SCREW YOU, TIM BURTON!   Sam Raimi is much cooler than you'll ever be, know why? HE READS COMICS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487499-76129810?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76129810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76129810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76129810' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-76116942</id><published>2002-05-03T08:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-03T08:42:50.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>WHAT THE HELL AM I DOING UP SO DAMN EARLY! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NO Reason. NONE!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so Spider-Man comes out today and I'm gonna go see that at 11:00am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487499-76116942?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76116942'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76116942'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76116942' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-76108982</id><published>2002-05-03T01:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-03T01:11:28.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I went to return bottles and cans at Meijer tonight, planning on coming home when I was finished. It turned out that it was stil relatively early so I went to the Blue Note where I saw Chris and Kyle McB working. Steve S was up there and he had his guitar so we were jammin' out and my singin' and playing impressed these two lovely girls named Chelsea and Heather. We talked about Cats, Dogs, music, Mary Poppins, and so on and so forth and apparently I impressed them by being a gentleman and saving them from the old guys hitting on them. I also walked them to their vehicle. I might hang out with them and Kyle McB this weekend. Invite them to the Terranauts show.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh Yeah! You should all go to that! The Terranauts are an awesome band with really cool members in it. They're playing at the Blue Note in Pontiac Michigan on Sunday! Bring a friend or 8! They're really fun to dance to. They're playing with another band called DAVE, and to quote Sloan, "it's not the band I hate, it's the fans" because nobody was dancing! And when I tried to get them to dance, they all got scared! What's with that?! So I'm gonna make a shirt that says &lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"DANCE, EMO KIDS! DANCE!"&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take THAT! I'll say!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aright, I'm going to play my guitar for a while.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YEAY!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487499-76108982?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76108982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76108982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76108982' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-76098882</id><published>2002-05-02T19:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-02T19:52:49.693-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Elmer Fudd is the best singer in the world.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487499-76098882?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76098882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76098882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76098882' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-76097988</id><published>2002-05-02T19:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-02T19:25:08.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>What the Hell's up with away messages?! Why Bother?! Just turn your AIM off! &lt;br /&gt;People use it as an answering machine thinking that their cell phone isn't enough! And you know what? They use them as answering machines too! Now a-days people can be reached any time, anywhere! Why is this needed?! Why do people feel it's important to be reached at all times?! Personally I like my privacy, reaching out to the out-side world at my convienence. And if the person I want to contact isn't around, 'Eh, I'll catch them later'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I try to contact people a whole bunch. I try to limit myself to IMs, emails, and going to the Blue Note and Ram's Horn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hopefully somebody wil read this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487499-76097988?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76097988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76097988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76097988' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-76092671</id><published>2002-05-02T16:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-02T16:53:58.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Alright then! So today I went to Costco and then to Best Buy to pick up Ron Sexsmith. Not the person, but indeed, the CD. While there I saw and talked to some Private School girls. We talked about Brendan Benson, and how they don't make ONE MISSISSIPPI anymore so if she goes to the Blue Note next week I'll have a copy of it for her.     My CD has been selling alright, I think the problem I don't sell more is because everyone who wants one has bought one already. I plan on going to E. Lansing soon so I can sell more there, but I also have to make more. It would be easier if I had a faster burner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, while I was at Costco, I saw the coolest tent in the world! It has 3 rooms, and a screened off portch! A PORTCH! HAHAHAHA! When I get back my tax money, it's going to go to get that tent. Although I do need a new car. Speaking of which, we looked in the newspaper and found a 95 Jetta for sale. It's got all the right needs except it's red, and a 5speed. My dad thinks red cars are more to be insured, and he may be right. All the more reason to paint it black, I say.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna watch the Simpsons now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487499-76092671?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76092671'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76092671'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76092671' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-76070973</id><published>2002-05-02T03:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-02T03:03:15.580-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This thing is making it very difficult to Edit! Perhaps I should do as I last posted, and SLEEP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487499-76070973?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76070973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76070973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76070973' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3487499.post-76070742</id><published>2002-05-02T02:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2002-05-02T02:50:18.696-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Wowza! My very own writing like thingie! Now I won't have to worry about makin' people on message boards feel uncomfortable! I have my own ranting board! HAHA! Well, anyways, where do I begin?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, so I'm 20, I work at the Blue Note Cafe in Pontiac, MI on Tuesday nights as host for OPEN MIC NIGHT where I also sing, play guitar, and the usual razzle-dazzle. I also work at a Summer Camp, but don't worry. I take my job seriously. Well, as serious in relation to my cabin, of course.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough of this tonight. I've got some sleep I must see to! I changed my sheets earlier, then I took a bath. Ahh, these are some of lifes true pleasures.If only it were nicer outside so I could fall asleep to the sound of Crickets. . . .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SLEEP!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3487499-76070742?l=docstevo.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76070742'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3487499/posts/default/76070742'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://docstevo.blogspot.com/2002_04_28_archive.html#76070742' title=''/><author><name>Stevo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00405073600595675992</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
