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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;CkEBSXozeSp7ImA9WhRaFEk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588341441161847090</id><updated>2012-02-16T18:04:18.481-07:00</updated><category term="movie" /><category term="activity" /><category term="McRib" /><category term="food" /><category term="fast" /><category term="McDonalds" /><category term="new" /><category term="uber" /><category term="brohammed" /><category term="paranormal" /><category term="critic" /><category term="critique" /><category term="review" /><category term="font" /><category term="lower" /><category term="Chase bank robbery pirate ninja outlaw" /><category term="case" /><title>A Cynik's Journal</title><subtitle type="html">(Yes, I'm aware "cynik" is spelled wrong)


I like to rant about things.
I also like to rant about not things.
Not for the faint of heart.</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thecynik.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://thecynik.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>Ryan Fasol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00093009138303797811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4e0CbT8VBSE/Sv0qVcuDFCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MKXIFC6vJ8k/S220/l_953c2ba28d774c72a8279c775b99ee61.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>17</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/ACyniksJournal" /><feedburner:info uri="acyniksjournal" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYFRn8-eyp7ImA9WhRQEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588341441161847090.post-3377761719693929932</id><published>2011-12-04T18:40:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2011-12-04T19:28:37.153-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-04T19:28:37.153-07:00</app:edited><title>J1 visa trap?</title><content type="html">To most of you, the above is going to look like a bunch of gibberish.  Of course, how could you think any otherwise?  The situation I'm about to present to all of you hasn't been discussed on any major news network, and it barely is making it's rounds on the internet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To enlighten yourself on the situation, I'd suggest checking out the New York Times' article regarding the inhumane treatment of foreign workers in a certain Hershey's distribution center in Palmyra, PA:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2011/08/18/us/18immig.html?pagewanted=all"&gt;Foreign &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Students in Work Visa Program Stage Walkout at Plant&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, check out this YouTube video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8-h8EBP0JSs&amp;feature=player_embedded"&gt;JUSTICE at HERSHEY'S&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you aren't a little bit angry after seeing that, I don't know what to tell you.  I know I was pretty furious.  However, before you bring out the pitchforks and torches for Hershey's, I do have to admit not all of the blame rests on their shoulders.  This ended up like it did due to the negligence of about four different organizations or companies in a row, who kind of saw it happening and pretended it didn't exist.  I suppose a "sh*t happens" kind of attitude towards CERTAIN (key word) aspects of your company is necessary if you don't want to die of a stress induced heart attack at an early age; but when it comes to dealing with people who have spent their family's entire life savings to be brought over here?  I don't even know where to begin to rant about that; but I'll do it anyways.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's start at the beginning with a little company called CETUSA.  CETUSA is the company in charge of organizing and applying the J-1 visas which allow the students to move to the US and begin working and going to school for a certain duration if not renewed.  How odd that CETUSA has not been available for any description of a comment since this situation started, isn't it?  You'd think if your company's manifesto consisted of:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A. Promote J-1 visa program&lt;br /&gt;B. Make sure customers aren't being treated like captive workers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. you wouldn't have a very hard time keeping both of those things in line, yeah?  At the very least, despite conditions where you couldn't succeed at both of those objectives, issue an apology and fix the situation; but I guess that would bump the agenda up to three things and we can't expect a professional and government backed organization to tackle that massive heap of work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two more companies are involved, Exel and SHS Staffing Solutions.  Both seem to be trying to bow out of the situation as gracefully as possible, which winds up being about as graceful as a blind, angry rhino falling through the roof of a glass factory that only employs workers with hemophilia.  Exel, and I'm paraphrasing, said that they aren't trying to ignore the situation &lt;span style="font style:italic;"&gt;but&lt;/span&gt; they aren't responsible for it, despite running the distribution center; because they didn't directly employ the J-1 workers.  Lynn Anderson, spokeswoman of Exel said, "It's a bit of a layered situation".. yes, that's one way to put it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Exel pointed toward SHS Staff Solutions, which in turn replied with the eloquent response of, "We handle the payroll." and pointed further questions toward CETUSA who could not and cannot be reached for comments.  Situation diffused!  Sarcasm aside, where does Hershey's fall within all of this?  Well, I saved this part for last to show the sheer ridiculousness of the situation.  Hershey's was contacted about this first, of course, and they claimed that they did not employ the workers directly and referred the questions to Exel!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what we have here is a circle of unhelpful companies, pointing fingers at each other and somehow this unending circle manages to have a dead end to it.  It's great to know that we live in a country that treats a blatant human rights issue with the logic of an M.C. Escher painting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you want to know what YOU can do to help?  There's a few ways!  First, and easiest, would be to sign this petition:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.change.org/petitions/us-state-department-stop-supplying-captive-workers-to-the-1"&gt;http://www.change.org/petitions/us-state-department-stop-supplying-captive-workers-to-the-1&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm not going to delve into the "99%/1%" part of that title, the point remains the same, and last but not least, contact the Student Guestworker Alliance.  The SGU was a organization founded for situations exactly like this and have so far been incredibly helpful in combating this, and other captive worker situations.  The contact information is below:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.guestworkeralliance.org/"&gt;http://www.guestworkeralliance.org/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;National Guestworker Alliance&lt;br /&gt;217 North Prieur Street&lt;br /&gt;New Orleans, LA, 70112&lt;br /&gt;Tel. 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I ignored her, thinking it was just another bot.  A few minutes pass, and she actually finds me in Stormwind and starts to strike up a conversation (in Engrish of course) and I decide to humor myself by using large words and have her pretend what they mean.  She eventually tells me she's an "embassasor" from "g4p" and "gold4power" and she would have me invest my "centenial money" so her gold forges can create "earhty money".  I guess even gold farmers RP, I gathered that she wanted to spend my real money, on in game money.  I continue dicking around and eventually I got bored and stopped talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days pass, and to my surprise, Sandy messages me again.  I told her I'm not interested in buying her money, she says that's fine and calls me handsmome.  By this point, my pants were stretched to maximum capacity.. HANDSMOME?  I almost fainted from the rush of blood, what a nice thing to say.  I continue making fun of her and she doesn't seem to know or care, this goes on for a few minutes before I once again stop caring, and, stop talking to her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This happens over and over throughout the next few months.  I took a few month break just before ToC and until just when ICC was released, this is when my friends you all know and love went to Vex.  Guess who was waiting for me the day I logged back on?  Yep.  Sandy.  I was pretty impressed, this bitch REALLY wanted to sell her product.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The same trend continues throughout the next few months, I take another small break out of sheer boredom, probably about a month and then I start leveling my hunter.  Once again, the ever faithful and vigilant Sandy is there when I return trying to get me to spend my hard earned USD on her hard earned gold.  By this point, I felt bad, they're either really desperate for business or this whore has a crush on me both of which I could really care less about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is.. until this week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, Sandy goes by a few usernames.  "Sandigforp" "urtheone" "marlart" and "sherrydfh" (she appears to forget her name when under sherrydfp..  I had never spoken to a sherry before, but, apparently I should remember her)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sandy, under the guise of "Sherrydfp" very proactively whispers me one faithful afternoon before I was about to do my ZG mount run.  This is the conversation we had.  &lt;b&gt;(Warning, may contain overlaps of text)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i47.tinypic.com/2iscaxl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 432px; height: 326px;" src="http://i47.tinypic.com/2iscaxl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i50.tinypic.com/23lxkk6.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 432px; height: 326px;" src="http://i50.tinypic.com/23lxkk6.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I only heard once from Sandi over the next week for a brief moment.. the conversation ceased when I asked about nudes.  I felt discarded, but somehow I managed to trudge on.  I could kill anything in the universe I wanted to, but, it wouldn't fill the hole that Sandi had left.. nor did it move me any closer to my goal of filling hers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last night, though..  Last night changed everything.  I was in Arathi Highlands finishing up Explorer of the Eastern Kingdoms when a message lights up my screen.  I was as dizzy as a drunk toddler in a drier, only for me, it was because love was in the air because my love Sandi had returned.  I promised I would give her anything for her to stay, including spending nearly $100 USD on 25,000 WoW gold.  I vowed to her I would make this purchase, and then vanished into night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As it turns out, the Khaeos is not good at remembering his vows.  Tonight, was the last time I will ever see or speak with Sandi.  She messaged me a few hours ago, I had already feared my love would be mad at me and as it turned out.. I had good reason to fear that.  The following conversation ensued:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.tinypic.com/2ela5au.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 432px; height: 326px;" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/2ela5au.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i46.tinypic.com/2w4bepg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 432px; height: 326px;" src="http://i46.tinypic.com/2w4bepg.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i49.tinypic.com/2ijg7sl.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 432px; height: 326px;" src="http://i49.tinypic.com/2ijg7sl.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i48.tinypic.com/11102yr.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 432px; height: 326px;" src="http://i48.tinypic.com/11102yr.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i46.tinypic.com/vdfm2w.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 432px; height: 326px;" src="http://i46.tinypic.com/vdfm2w.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I rejoiced!  Maybe my pompous douche baggery and over-assertive nature had saved our love.  As you can see here, the love of my life decided to add me on MSN.  She even had hearts in her name!&lt;br /&gt;(also, the blinking bars at the bottom are also either sexbots or gold selling bots, one even goes by the name of darcybuttross.  Sexy eh?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i48.tinypic.com/2q3oh39.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 432px; height: 326px;" src="http://i48.tinypic.com/2q3oh39.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is the conversation in which Sandi sent me her pictures, it's a lengthy read, if you read nothing else.. read the bottom few lines, oh and scroll down until you see where I faked a receipt with my German bank account that I don't have.  I felt good about that one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; Helloo&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; u wanna make fun of me again?&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; no.&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; how can i believe u?&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; I told you, I'm in the National Society of Trustworthy People&lt;br /&gt; We can't lie or they take out of djudjunums&lt;br /&gt; out our*&lt;br /&gt; It's a very vital part of the brain but you don't need it to live.&lt;br /&gt; So I promise.&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; National Society of Trustworthy People&lt;br /&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt; It's a very exclusive secret brotherhood society&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; but u have lied to me twice&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; I didn't lie to you, I said I would buy it&lt;br /&gt; But not right then&lt;br /&gt; I was going to but an emergency came up&lt;br /&gt; and I couldn't spend money on WoW gold&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; so u wont buy today&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; No, I can buy today, I got paid&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; i wont persuade u to buy more&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; Like I said, I will buy 10k gold if you send me those pictures.&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; u can buy how many u wanna buy&lt;br /&gt; how do u think i will take those pics?&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; with a camera.&lt;br /&gt; You took the one up there&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; i have one to be said sexy&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; That would be fine.&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; but not naked&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; Why not?&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; why should i need to take naked pics?&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; To get me to buy 8k more gold.&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; after u see the pic, how can i believe that u wont disappear?&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; I promise Iw ont.&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; u really wanna to see the naked ?&lt;br /&gt; cant the sexy one to be worked?&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; I would buy more if I got the naked one.&lt;br /&gt; and even more if i got both.&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; wait a sec&lt;br /&gt; i will find my pic b 4&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; ok&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  You stopped sharing photos&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; wow&lt;br /&gt; you're&lt;br /&gt; yeah&lt;br /&gt; asian&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; ofc yes&lt;br /&gt; u though me to be Americans?&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; No, just saying how asian you are.&lt;br /&gt; What about the other one?&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; for what?&lt;br /&gt; naked?&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; yeah.&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; to be honest, i can just give u the whole pic.&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; okay.&lt;br /&gt; so no naked pictures?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  You stopped sharing photos&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; are u serious?&lt;br /&gt; if i cant give u the naked ones, will u buy?&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; maybe&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; u make fun of me again!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; how?!&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; u said u will ~ and this time u say maybe!&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; well&lt;br /&gt; i will buy A LOT&lt;br /&gt; more&lt;br /&gt; if i get a naked one&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt;  a lot?&lt;br /&gt; to be how many?&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; what is the i will buy hmm&lt;br /&gt; can i do 25k&lt;br /&gt; if i get a naked picture of oyu&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; if i see ur order&lt;br /&gt; i will send u promptly&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; how do i know that&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; if u believe me, i will&lt;br /&gt; and i have believed in u!&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; oaky&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; this time is not joking , yeah?&lt;br /&gt; u cant find me anytime in msn in my working time!&lt;br /&gt; u still in dungen?&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; ok&lt;br /&gt; i submitted the order&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; really? &lt;br /&gt; wait&lt;br /&gt; u know our site?&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt; gold4power&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; u submitted?&lt;br /&gt; wait&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; yes i ddi&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; can u give the site ?&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; http://gold4power.com/World-of-Warcraft-US/Thunderlord-Alliance.html&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; the whole address&lt;br /&gt; can u go to our site?&lt;br /&gt; for vip site&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; im on it&lt;br /&gt; right now&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; http://www.g4pgold.com&lt;br /&gt; the discount code : DD&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; ok&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; the delievry in our site with our discount code " DD" will be 10mins&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; okay&lt;br /&gt; since i ordered can i have that picture now&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; u have ordered?&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; i have&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; u choose the quanlity?&lt;br /&gt; quantity?&lt;br /&gt; use the discount code&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt; 25k us wow gold thunderlord&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; have u ues the discount code?&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; yes dd&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; u wanna joked me again?&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; no i didnt..&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  just sent you a nudge.&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; but i didnt see ur order right now&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; one sec&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; ok continue with ur order&lt;br /&gt; any question u can ask me&lt;br /&gt; i will be always here&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; do you see my order now&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; not yet&lt;br /&gt; i cant see ur order, if u dont submitte it&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; Order ID: 060291005526&lt;br /&gt;Game: WOW&lt;br /&gt;Server: Thunderlord-Alliance&lt;br /&gt;Character: Khaeos&lt;br /&gt;Unit: 25000G&lt;br /&gt;Amount: USD87.30&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our Account Information&lt;br /&gt;Account number: 7106867 00&lt;br /&gt;Bank Identification Number: 200 700 24&lt;br /&gt;Bank: Deutsche Bank Privat- und Gesch ftskunden AG&lt;br /&gt;IBAN: DE32 2007 0024 0710 6867 00&lt;br /&gt;BIC / SWIFT-Code: DEUTDEDBHAM&lt;br /&gt; it says i did&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; money book?&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; please wait a sex&lt;br /&gt; sec ****&lt;br /&gt; i have to check, please wait&lt;br /&gt; dear, u r sure that u submit ur order?&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; Yes I am&lt;br /&gt; but if I dont get confirmation on it soon im going to cancel it&lt;br /&gt; ecause the money is out of my acount&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; wait ? what do u mean that?&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; ok basically&lt;br /&gt; im gonna cancel my order unless either you can find it or you send me that picture now&lt;br /&gt; because the money is out of my account&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; ok&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; are you kidding me now&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; no&lt;br /&gt; give me 2 mins , ok?&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; ok&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; i need to collect the usb to my computer?&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; okay&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; its a little slow, please be waited&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; its ok&lt;br /&gt; for now&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt;  u have concerned the order?&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; yes.&lt;br /&gt; do you see it&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; if u paid to g4plimited@hotmail.com?&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt; it did it automatically&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; could u kindly inform us if u place the order in : http://www.g4pgold.com  ?&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; yes.&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; the customer department is checking the order&lt;br /&gt; my art photo&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; hm?&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  You stopped sharing photos&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; see it?&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt; but&lt;br /&gt; that isnt the one you promised&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; i know&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; oh ok&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; btw&lt;br /&gt; u really wanna buy 25k?&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt; only if i get that picture&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; i will believe u.&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; okay&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; still there?&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; yes&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; traditional Chinese Style Art Photo&lt;br /&gt; u really want&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; yes.&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; promise me &lt;br /&gt; u will delete it when u receive it&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; Yes.&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; and u will order!&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; of course.&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; even i cant see ur order, but i believe u.&lt;br /&gt; the pic taken when i was in college&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  You stopped sharing photos&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; for a class?&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; as a model&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; ahh&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; u dont believe me?&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; I do.&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; u said u will delete it&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; I did&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; then where is ur order?&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; well the money is withdrawn&lt;br /&gt; its on your guys end&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; i cant understand ur meaning clearly&lt;br /&gt; u said u concern the order?&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; concern it?&lt;br /&gt; what does that mean&lt;br /&gt; in my community that's a racist remark&lt;br /&gt; G4P—Sandy  says:&lt;br /&gt; can u check the mb account u pay the money&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; i did&lt;br /&gt; oh wait&lt;br /&gt; i have a message&lt;br /&gt;  !?yan says:&lt;br /&gt; it says "Get shit on you fucking china farmer, leave me the hell alone because you've been bothering me for the past year in game and no matter how many fucking times you ignore me you think you can flirt with me and get me to buy your gold.   I hope you drown in soy sauce you annoying bitch. ,,|,,"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I blocked who was once the muse of my life, my only inspiration.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She contacted me back on WoW, one last time.  We had these parting words:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://i45.tinypic.com/2m3odqw.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 432px; height: 326px;" src="http://i45.tinypic.com/2m3odqw.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, the pictures there were sent are right here.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 &amp; 2: http://i47.tinypic.com/vmr8lw.jpg&lt;br /&gt;2: http://i50.tinypic.com/2yulov6.jpg&lt;br /&gt;(NSFW)3: http://i48.tinypic.com/s2v0hf.jpg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you all enjoyed my story of tragic heartbreak, and apparently, pimpin'.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588341441161847090-8763520341842402016?l=thecynik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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It was me playing along to someone else's imaginary friend.  She isn't the only good actor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, it started out as a random Facebook add because I saw a cute girl and why the hell not?  Anyways, I add this chick and I attempt to talk to her once, she seemed extremely apprehensive so I get the hint and back off.  A few days later, she starts talking to me.  We start talking a whole lot.. over Facebook.. and she can't give me her number because "when she moved down here from Queen Creek she gave her number to some guy and he passed it around to everyone else, she's waiting to get a new number." Also, I can never hang out with her because she's always busy.  I'm no idiot, the fact she had no pictures with anyone but her "brother" "Adam" and the fact the only mutual friend was Stephanie and NO ONE I know had met this chick.. definetely made me think "This bitch doesn't exist!".  I said whatever, it's not like I'm dating her and moved on with my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, as "Tiffany" and I start talking, she starts telling me intricate stories of her life, in such detail that if I were to tell the story of my life, I wouldn't put that much detail in it.  Things such as how her parents got divorced, what her mom and dad were like, what she did for fun, what classes she was taking, what she wanted to do later in life, past relationships.. including an ex-boyfriend who died in January in a drunk driving accident.  My suspicions stayed the same, no matter how deep a story she could weave.  Eventually Stephanie texts me and says, "Why do you guys have to stop talking so late?  She calls me every time she logs off to go to bed and tells me about it." which kind of made me wonder..  Either this chick exists.. Or I'm dealing with some sort of skitzophrentic.  So, I start talking to Stephanie's friends, and of course.. no one has met Tiffany, not even her fiance.  At this point, I'm like okay, total bullshit.  I let Stephanie know this and she lets me know that Tiffany is very very upset at me and doesn't want to talk to me again.  Surprisingly, I am a little hurt by this.  I soon come to my senses and laugh it off.  I get on Facebook that night and I notice Tiffany is now in a relationship with "Justin Reinch", another fake profile.. and for the record, there was an entire circle of these fake profiles.. who I can only assume were controlled by the same person controlling Tiffanys.  Once again, I shrug it off.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few days later, Stephanie lets me know that Tiffany and Justin broke up.  By this point, me and everyone else knew I'm dealing with someone who creates imaginary friends.  Tiffany posts something on my wall to the effect of, "You're amazing" and I play along.  The following night, I look through Stephanie's friends on MySpace.. and sure enough, guess who's pictures I find?  That's right, "Tiffanys".  However.. It's not on Tiffany's profile.. it's on the actual person's profile who they belong to, named Candi.  Now, Candi and I start talking and eventually she proves to me that she's the real deal.. a proof picture and whatnot.  I show her Stephanie's profile, and all of Tiffany's profiles (which included MySpace, MyYearBook, Facebook AND a formspring,) and Candi isn't too happy about this.  As it turns out, "Adam" who was "Tiffany's" brother.. is in fact Candi's gay best friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let me backtrack a little, I had a notion that Tiffany might exist prior to this happening because one of my friends claimed to have met her, and I saw Stephanie texting Tiffany once, and she had no idea I was looking.  Slowly my friend meeting her turned into a "I might have" kind of thing and I'll explain the texting thing right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Candi and Stephanie and eachother's numbers I'm assuming because after Candi found out about this, she called Stephanie and told her she never wanted to talk to her again.  MOMENTS later, Stephanie texts me and says "What the fuck did you do?  Tiffany said she never want to talk to me again and she's moving back to Queen Creek." proving without a shadow of a doubt, Tiffany was just someone else's pictures put in the hands of someone who has the time to create someone else up entirely in her mind for whatever reason.  Anyways, my friends and I are having a good laugh about this, when a few hours later I'm talking to Stephanie's fiance (whom I believe to be Stephanie at that point, I don't think it was him logged on) saying that I should talk to Stephanie because there was something she wasn't telling me.  Thoroughly amused by this, once again, I decide to play along.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie tells me that yes, Tiffany existed.. however.. she wasn't the one in the pictures because when she moved down here she was raped and wanted to protect her identity.  She told me the name of who supposedly did it, but, I'm not posting that here.. I'll be talking to him about that so he can legally figure out how to deal with someone who's claiming he raped someone else.  Anyways, she explained that "Adam" was helping her hide her identity too by not having the real picture up of himself.  Speaking of Adam, "he" started talking to me last night about how his sister was up in her room crying her eyes out because I found out and she feels horrible that she lied to me about all of this.  Sure, okay.  To further convince me that "Tiffany" existed, Stephanie said she would take a picture with "Tiffany" tomorrow at school.  Intrigued, I agree, but at the same time I also said, "You know, if you're lying to me, you can tell me right now.  This is the only opportunity I will give you to come clean, I won't tell anyone, I won't raise any sort of hell, I won't be mad, I'll drop it and we go our seperate ways." She wouldn't take me up on the offer and was completely convinced she could prove it to me.  I wake up this morning to a picture of her and some chick, not being an idiot, I immediately text it to some of my friends at Pima.  Of course, it's not Tiffany, it's some other chick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I tell Stephanie once again that, I know it's not Tiffany through some friends.  No response..  I check my Facebook about ten minutes later, and this conversation ensues:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stephanie&lt;br /&gt;Is this Ryan?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:06pmRyan&lt;br /&gt;Yep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:06pmStephanie&lt;br /&gt;This is Stephanies mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:06pmRyan&lt;br /&gt;Okay&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:07pmStephanie&lt;br /&gt;She is to block you from her phone and delete you from any other website, iv been through her phone and seen what has going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1:08pmRyan&lt;br /&gt;So you've seen your daughter is making people up and trying to convince me they exist for no reason at all. Cool story bro, kbye.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point I blocked her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few minutes later I get this text:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4e0CbT8VBSE/S8Y-WLw2brI/AAAAAAAAADU/0_RTBkP1iMc/s1600/photo+(1).jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4e0CbT8VBSE/S8Y-WLw2brI/AAAAAAAAADU/0_RTBkP1iMc/s320/photo+(1).jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460120149069033138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.. Hopefully ending this shitstorm of a saga.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why did she do this?  I have no idea.  It was completely unprovoked, was she trying to live vicariously through someone else?  It's even worse because she said Tiffany had strong feelings for me, does that mean she did but didn't want to tell me because of her fiance?  Did she just want to pretend like she was way popular with people in Mesa/Phoenix? Whatever the case, it's safe to say that someone is borderline psychopathic.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TL;DR version: Stephanie made up Tiffany, all of Tiffany's friends, Tiffany's entire life and backstory,unprovoked and for absolutely no reason.  Not only this, she tried to salvage it using another girl even after I gave her the opportunity to get away scot-free.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here's a list of all the profiles I expect to be fake and controlled by the same person.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/kirk.jadenz?ref=ts&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000376671451&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000922496885&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000504915548&amp;ref=mf&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=534856998&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000707972694&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000769711360#!/profile.php?v=wall&amp;id=100000769711360&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=100000528613713&amp;ref=mf&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?id=1207340126&amp;ref=ts&lt;br /&gt;http://www.facebook.com/profile.php?ref=sgm&amp;id=100000171516153&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There's probably more, but, these are all I can remember.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you're curious, yes, I saved every text.  So, if you're doubting this in any way, I'll be sure to send you a picture of whatever part you're wondering about.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588341441161847090-6057332583842544728?l=thecynik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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gd:etag="W/&quot;C0UCQns8fSp7ImA9WxFTEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588341441161847090.post-7997768577532038621</id><published>2010-03-31T11:46:00.003-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-31T11:47:43.575-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-03-31T11:47:43.575-07:00</app:edited><title>I got fucking OWNED.</title><content type="html">So, I'm on Facebook and Mikey sends me a message after I dropped Mike off and the following conversation ensued.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11:​03pmMichael:​&lt;br /&gt;hey ryan i need to tell you something&lt;br /&gt;11:04pmRyan:&lt;br /&gt;sorry i sleep&lt;br /&gt;11:​04pmMichael:​&lt;br /&gt;no dude for real&lt;br /&gt;11:​05pmMichael:​&lt;br /&gt;my sister just kicked mike&lt;br /&gt;11:05pmMichael&lt;br /&gt;and fucking destroyed his nuts&lt;br /&gt;11:05pmRyan&lt;br /&gt;when&lt;br /&gt;11:05pmMichael&lt;br /&gt;like right now&lt;br /&gt;11:05pmRyan&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;11:05pmMichael&lt;br /&gt;he is like in tears&lt;br /&gt;i dont know&lt;br /&gt;i think he needs to go to the ER&lt;br /&gt;he said he feels blood&lt;br /&gt;11:06pmRyan&lt;br /&gt;You're lying you fuck&lt;br /&gt;11:06pmMichael&lt;br /&gt;oh shit dude hes bleeding every where&lt;br /&gt;his hands are like covered in blood&lt;br /&gt;11:06pmRyan&lt;br /&gt;From being punched in the balls, uh huh&lt;br /&gt;11:07pmMichael&lt;br /&gt;no&lt;br /&gt;kicked&lt;br /&gt;like full fucking leg thrusted&lt;br /&gt;11:07pmRyan&lt;br /&gt;That's why you're on the computer telling me, right?&lt;br /&gt;11:07pmMichael&lt;br /&gt;she like split the skin he is telling me&lt;br /&gt;i am&lt;br /&gt;not mike&lt;br /&gt;he is in the bathroom&lt;br /&gt;like sobbing&lt;br /&gt;11:07pmRyan&lt;br /&gt;I know&lt;br /&gt;11:07pmMichael&lt;br /&gt;idk what the fuck to do&lt;br /&gt;thats why im asking you&lt;br /&gt;11:07pmRyan&lt;br /&gt;Have your cousin take him&lt;br /&gt;11:08pmMichael&lt;br /&gt;should we take him to the ER&lt;br /&gt;or tell him to stfu&lt;br /&gt;you think we should&lt;br /&gt;and we cant have him take him&lt;br /&gt;11:08pmRyan&lt;br /&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;11:08pmMichael&lt;br /&gt;he is at work&lt;br /&gt;my sisters boyfriend left too&lt;br /&gt;so idk wtf to do man&lt;br /&gt;11:08pmRyan&lt;br /&gt;Well I can't leave&lt;br /&gt;11:09pmMichael&lt;br /&gt;ok so what should i do&lt;br /&gt;just tell mike to man up&lt;br /&gt;11:09pmRyan&lt;br /&gt;Uhh I'd definetely get it checked out&lt;br /&gt;If she kicked him that hard&lt;br /&gt;It could be bad&lt;br /&gt;11:09pmMichael&lt;br /&gt;yeah he said he is in major pain&lt;br /&gt;like huddled in a ball&lt;br /&gt;11:11pmRyan&lt;br /&gt;Call an ambulance IMO If no one can atke him&lt;br /&gt;11:11pmMichael&lt;br /&gt;we are trying to figure out how bad it is&lt;br /&gt;he is scremaing that its not right&lt;br /&gt;11:11pmRyan&lt;br /&gt;Well, if he's huddled over in pain&lt;br /&gt;11:11pmMichael&lt;br /&gt;i mean every one would do that&lt;br /&gt;he is looking at his like cuts now&lt;br /&gt;to see if he needs stitches&lt;br /&gt;11:12pmRyan&lt;br /&gt;And your sister is doing what?&lt;br /&gt;11:12pmMichael&lt;br /&gt;or if its just like a small cut or some thing&lt;br /&gt;in her room&lt;br /&gt;shes not talking with us&lt;br /&gt;11:13pmRyan&lt;br /&gt;For no reason she just kicked him in the balls?&lt;br /&gt;11:13pmMichael&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;but ok im gonna go&lt;br /&gt;we are calling the ER&lt;br /&gt;he has a towl on it&lt;br /&gt;holding pressure&lt;br /&gt;but it looks fucking brutal&lt;br /&gt;11:14pmRyan&lt;br /&gt;Yeah uh definetely call em&lt;br /&gt;and lemme know what happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Mikey texts me about half an hour later:&lt;br /&gt;"Okay we found out what's up with mike. Seven stitches, he lost one of them and they said they might be sterile."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not beliving him I said, "Send me a picture of the hospital" he says "Hold on the doctor is talking to us." .. and in that time they drove to the hospital JUST to take a picture of Mikey in front of the hospital. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At this point, I'm freaking out and fucking pissed. Mikey is telling me how much of shock he's in and how a police is talking to his sister right now. Mike starts texting me like he's fucked up on painkillers and about an hour later they said Mike was coming back to Mikey's house. I haul ass to Mikey's house, and say OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR. I walk in, Mike is sitting on the couch looking high, Mikey is sitting on the couch looking in awe.. and Mikey's sister is there laughing her ass off. I get pissed and call her a fucking bitch. After about 5 minutes of this.. Mike hands me his phone, with a text opened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you know what was on that text?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This. (scroll over to read all the text) Accomapanied by "Never Gonna Give You Up" by Rick Astley.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4e0CbT8VBSE/S7OYrp_13EI/AAAAAAAAADE/d_h8_iTCdvk/s1600/ilc55e.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4e0CbT8VBSE/S7OYrp_13EI/AAAAAAAAADE/d_h8_iTCdvk/s320/ilc55e.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5454871449451224130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well played.. well fucking played.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is revenge for the banana incident, the ADVENTURE incident, only telling Mikey he was a fag all day and that's all I said, and pretending I came out of the closet to Mike, telling Mike and Jake that Mikey went to jail and they fell for it. I humbly except defeat, but seriously, fuck you guys. My revenge will be swift and deadly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Welcome back Mike, you fucking asshole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588341441161847090-7997768577532038621?l=thecynik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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If I see an opportunity to upset a stranger when they are being redonkulous (I said it, what of it?) I will seize it like Helen Keller couldn't (GET IT?! SEIZE SOUNDS LIKE SEES AND..)  Throughout my years, there is one thing that irritates people the most, and that is total incompetence.  As I've ranted before, there is nothing that angers me more than flat out idiocy.  I've come to terms with this though, and I found the best outlet is to unleash similar idiocy (albeit you're not actually that stupid) onto others.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;EXAMPLE #1:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt; &lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/2gy105i.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: hello&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: hi&lt;br /&gt;You: how do i shot web?&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: huh?&lt;br /&gt;You: the web i dont know&lt;br /&gt;You: how to shot&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: what web?&lt;br /&gt;You: swing from balding to balding web&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: like spiderman?&lt;br /&gt;You: YES! a spinderman web.  ned kill octoman need do shot web.&lt;br /&gt;Stranger:  Are you foreign?&lt;br /&gt;You: NO. im need to shot web&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: You're fucking stupid.&lt;br /&gt;You: no why&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: You type like a child.&lt;br /&gt;You: YOURE A CHILD IN AND DUMB LOL&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Dumb? Really?  Look at what you're typing&lt;br /&gt;You: LOOK AT HOW MANY WEBS NOT SHOT YOU LOL&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: You're probably some 40 year old fat douche playing Spinderman on PS3 in his mom's basement.&lt;br /&gt;You: LOL WHAT IS A SPINDERMAN YOU CANT SHOT WEB WITH A SPINDERMAN&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: That was a typo but you said it earlier.&lt;br /&gt;You: NO LOL YOU DID&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: GOD SHUT THE FUCK UP&lt;br /&gt;You: hey im sorry guy can you help me type right&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: I guess, if you're willing to learn, now what do you want to ask?&lt;br /&gt;You: i need to know how to fire the web of projectile from spinderman's hands.&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: You should type it like, "How do you make Spiderman shoot a web for (this game?"&lt;br /&gt;You: how do spindermans shoot web on games.&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: No, do it like I did.&lt;br /&gt;You: how&lt;br /&gt;You: how dine spind&lt;br /&gt;You: How do you make Spiderman shoot a web for&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Yeah, good job, almost.&lt;br /&gt;You: hey buddy guy &lt;br /&gt;Stranger: ?&lt;br /&gt;You: do u no how do i shot web yet my sister was on the computer just now LOL&lt;br /&gt;Your conversational partner has disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example #2:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://tinypic.com" target="_blank"&gt;&lt;img src="http://i45.tinypic.com/28cioeg.jpg" border="0" alt="Image and video hosting by TinyPic"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: hey there&lt;br /&gt;You: i speaking not great &lt;br /&gt;Stranger: that oksay i guess how are you?&lt;br /&gt;You: im how about you?&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: what?&lt;br /&gt;You: how you?&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: im okay..  why are you tytping like that&lt;br /&gt;You: going a tunnel&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: you're going through a tunnel..&lt;br /&gt;You: i am in us all&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: you're in all of hte tunnels?&lt;br /&gt;You: y&lt;br /&gt;You: (static static static)&lt;br /&gt;You: es!&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: .. you just typed static static static.&lt;br /&gt;You: this really long&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: the tunnel is?&lt;br /&gt;You: yeah it a car went gravel&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: this is too weird, why are you typing while driving?&lt;br /&gt;You: disregard for others lives LOL&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: that is so messed up.. who do you think you are.&lt;br /&gt;You:  Who am I?  WHO AM I?  I SPIRIT NOT WANT JESUS TO BE THE GOD.. I AM IN US ALL.&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: ohhh, so your jesus now huh?&lt;br /&gt;You: hold on another tunnel&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: well maybe then you can shut the hell up for a few minutes while i explain to you my very firm religious beliefs.  i am a devout christian and i go to church every sunday, monday and wednesday with my whole family. the majority of my life has been spent worshiping out lord and yours should be too. and i personally believe you should have the highest regard for every form of life HE has created.&lt;br /&gt;You: the tunnel says it doesn't care, hold on, playing chicken with a church van full of orphans.&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: you better be kidding you sick sick excuse of a human being.&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: hello?&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: maybe I finally convinced you to stop hating on gods creations so much&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: i guess i did.&lt;br /&gt;You: hey remind me, is disembowling fatal?&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: why?&lt;br /&gt;You: are christian orphans more prone to bleeding than other species?&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: species? theyre human too.&lt;br /&gt;You: so why did their parents die?  they probably didnt love them much.&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: OKAY THAT IS IT.  I AM INFORMING THE AUTHORITIES AND I HAVE YOUR IP ADDRESS.&lt;br /&gt;You: but I'm in my car&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: oh they ll find you just give me a second to talk to you about something&lt;br /&gt;You: Okay what&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: no matter how much hate you project or how serious you are about this, you know who always loves you?&lt;br /&gt;You: hold on another tunnel&lt;br /&gt;Your conversational partner has disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, the moral of the story is that the best thing to do about something that makes you angry is to do the exact same thing to random strangers on the internet.  Can't we all take a lesson from this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt; inspired by Rhys, thanks to http://www.Omegle.com &lt;/i&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588341441161847090-149454116776518531?l=thecynik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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REALLY piss me off.  There's a handful of things that make me mad, but there's two things that make me absolutely batshit crazy angry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ranked from least to most, are my three biggest pet peeves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ONE:&lt;br /&gt;People who can't do their job correctly, ESPECIALLY if it is an important job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A great example of this is the people who run my old high school's computer system, (literally) every other day we'd be in class we would hear "ATTENTION TEACHERS, SIRS IS ACTING CRAZY AGAIN, PLEASE DON'T LOG IN UNTIL WE TELL YOU TO." come booming over the intercom.  I remember this happening at least 3 times a week since I was in middle school, I'm assuming SIRS is something to do with grades, or some hellish cyborg demon beast that murders the people in charge of keeping it contained and anyone logged in several times a week.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://images.techtree.com/ttimages/story/72270_boss_cyberdemonresize.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 450px; height: 517px;" src="http://images.techtree.com/ttimages/story/72270_boss_cyberdemonresize.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;"I'M IN UR NETWERKZ KILLIN UR MANS"&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways, I always wondered how hard it could possibly be to fix a fucking problem that has existed since I had been in school.  I'd be surprised these technicians have mastered the technology of the wheel yet, because obviously computers and basic networking is way over their heads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tech support is another huge pain in the ass, I would use Blizzard in this example but they have been nothing but helpful to me lately so I won't take a cheap shot.  I know when to give up on a tech support call is when the first question they ask is, "Is your computer plugged in?"  I usually reply with, "Oh, no, fuck me.. you're right, it's not, thanks so much for your help."  I realize some people are actually this stupid, but when I'm calling about mangled USB ports that came with my case for a computer I built, I don't really think it matters if it's on or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;TWO:&lt;br /&gt;People who call persistently&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is going to make me go apeshit one day, if I don't answer the first time, odds are I will not answer the next seventeen.  I have an iPhone, it tells me when I miss a call, (like EVERY fucking cellphone since the beginning of existence) and if I want to, I will call you back eventually, probably.  If you want to tell me something important and I don't answer, leave a voicemail or text me, so I don't find out a week later you've been in a coma and that's why you haven't answered my returned calls.  It's lucky you're already in a coma though, because your persistent calling has probably made me want to strangle the shit out of you the next time I saw you.  Also, when people who quit texting in the middle of a conversation for hours at a time, that also annoys the shit out of me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://wellington.pm.org/archive/200905/andrew_boag_adsl_usage_monitoring/images/strangle.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 258px;" src="http://wellington.pm.org/archive/200905/andrew_boag_adsl_usage_monitoring/images/strangle.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;"There's an app for that."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588341441161847090-2223863274742661943?l=thecynik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tyIG3_F6cYuib-IBLpnz5qJLsPU/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tyIG3_F6cYuib-IBLpnz5qJLsPU/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/ACyniksJournal/~4/PfKYwr5de6E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://thecynik.blogspot.com/feeds/4949470980013853639/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://thecynik.blogspot.com/2009/12/scientific-advancement-in-font.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588341441161847090/posts/default/4949470980013853639?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3588341441161847090/posts/default/4949470980013853639?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/ACyniksJournal/~3/PfKYwr5de6E/scientific-advancement-in-font.html" title="A scientific advancement in font." /><author><name>Ryan Fasol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00093009138303797811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4e0CbT8VBSE/Sv0qVcuDFCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MKXIFC6vJ8k/S220/l_953c2ba28d774c72a8279c775b99ee61.jpg" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4e0CbT8VBSE/SxltorkVmQI/AAAAAAAAACw/UgYFSMfGfh4/s72-c/photo.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thecynik.blogspot.com/2009/12/scientific-advancement-in-font.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0MBRn09fip7ImA9WxNaGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588341441161847090.post-2265522117425255571</id><published>2009-12-03T17:54:00.009-07:00</published><updated>2009-12-03T18:17:37.366-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-12-03T18:17:37.366-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Chase bank robbery pirate ninja outlaw" /><title>An open letter to the Chase bank robber today.</title><content type="html">Hello, if you are reading this, please.. remove the shoe of your right foot and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;CRAM IT UP YOUR ASS.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the immortal words of some fat guy named Norm on YouTube, "FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU, FUCK YOU!"&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;All my life I have wanted to rob a bank, well, a train, but a bank would be cool too, and if it wasn't so against the law (pshh) I'd do it, EVERY DAY.  Here you go, wearing shades, a hat and a blue and grey plaid jacket, walking into a bank and robbing it.  Who the fuck do you think you are?  Where's the respect to our ancestors?  If you're going to rob a fucking bank you might as well dress for the occasion yeah?  Here, since you got away and clearly have no fucking clue what you are doing, let me draw it for you.. asshole.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is you normally, you prick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4e0CbT8VBSE/Sxhgps7MW5I/AAAAAAAAACA/6P0DPgjZwVQ/s1600-h/regular.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4e0CbT8VBSE/Sxhgps7MW5I/AAAAAAAAACA/6P0DPgjZwVQ/s200/regular.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411181221835987858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is you as an outlaw, complete with revolver and skinning knife, oh, and a hat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4e0CbT8VBSE/Sxhg0w2tU1I/AAAAAAAAACI/vPUakp-81Uo/s1600-h/doc4b18308366397627421656.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4e0CbT8VBSE/Sxhg0w2tU1I/AAAAAAAAACI/vPUakp-81Uo/s200/doc4b18308366397627421656.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411181411869479762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is you as a pirate, complete with puffy shirt, admiral's hat, scimitar, and parrot.. douchebag.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4e0CbT8VBSE/SxhhDnjY3TI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0uNkwtjEgds/s1600-h/pirate.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4e0CbT8VBSE/SxhhDnjY3TI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0uNkwtjEgds/s200/pirate.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411181667070565682" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last but not least, here is you as a ninja.  Wait, where are you, you ask?  YOU ARE SO FUCKING QUICK THE CAMERA CAN'T EVEN SEE YOU, THIS IS HOW YOU'RE SUPPOSED TO DO IT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4e0CbT8VBSE/SxhhSppjczI/AAAAAAAAACY/RIwJMkcNoFU/s1600-h/ninja.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 164px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4e0CbT8VBSE/SxhhSppjczI/AAAAAAAAACY/RIwJMkcNoFU/s200/ninja.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411181925331333938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I hope this post has made you realize how bad at robbing banks you are, and I hope our ancestor pirates, outlaws, and ninjas are all weeping with great sorrow because someone in their bloodline is such a mediocre thief they can't even look classy while performing a bank job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Below is an in depth and deep conversation Josh and I had about the bank robber.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4e0CbT8VBSE/Sxhi2iL0p8I/AAAAAAAAACo/ZcFEW430DCM/s1600-h/photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 214px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4e0CbT8VBSE/Sxhi2iL0p8I/AAAAAAAAACo/ZcFEW430DCM/s320/photo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5411183641314502594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588341441161847090-2265522117425255571?l=thecynik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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I DONT KNOW WHAT TO DO&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: 애자야 ㅋㅋ&lt;br /&gt;You: HEWP U SRAY SUM MONGOWWIANS MEBE?&lt;br /&gt;Your conversational partner has disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Grand Theft Monocle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: gay?&lt;br /&gt;You: yep.&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: asl?&lt;br /&gt;You: yep.&lt;br /&gt;You: buttsex?&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: yes please&lt;br /&gt;You: Okay.&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: asl?&lt;br /&gt;You: ass*&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: top or bottom?&lt;br /&gt;You: Do you own a monocle?&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: yes&lt;br /&gt;You: Can I have it?&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: no&lt;br /&gt;You: Can I borrow it?&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: depends what you want it for&lt;br /&gt;You: To caress you with it.&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: depends where you live&lt;br /&gt;You: I need to know if I can borrow it first.&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: yes&lt;br /&gt;You: HAHA I HAVE YOUR MONOCLE BITCH, IT'S ALL MINE NOW! YOU'LL NEVER CATCH ME!&lt;br /&gt;You have disconnected.&lt;br /&gt;--------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;and the grand finale..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;This is why you don't cyber, especially on Omegle.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You: Hi&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: ASL?&lt;br /&gt;You: 19/f/ca&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: 26/M/Massachusetts&lt;br /&gt;You: Whats up?&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: I'll be honest... I'm looking for someone to cyber with... But, not just the typical "go crazy with sex" sort of thing... I want to find someone rather who is interested more in "making love," who will be affectionate and caring and loving and such like that... I know it's a strange thing to be looking for on here...&lt;br /&gt;You: I can understand that.&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: So... What do you think?...&lt;br /&gt;You: I could try that, if you want to, I haven't cybered before&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: :) I'm sure you'll do great&lt;br /&gt;You: You should start though&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Do you have a picture? It's alright if you don't.&lt;br /&gt;You: I do.&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Could I see it?&lt;br /&gt;You: (posted an image of some random whore from google)&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Wow... You're beautiful...&lt;br /&gt;You: thanks :)&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: You're welcome :)&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: So... Do you want to start with you laying in bed, and me coming in?...&lt;br /&gt;You: Fast forward a bit..&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Alright, where would you like to start?&lt;br /&gt;You: Wherever you think is good.&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Well, we could be in bed together already, and kissing...&lt;br /&gt;You: That works.&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: Alright :)&lt;br /&gt;Stranger: I nuzzle up next to you, kissing the side of your neck&lt;br /&gt;You: I roll over on top of you, and accidentally poke my massive erect dick into your thigh.&lt;br /&gt;You: OH..&lt;br /&gt;You: OH GOD&lt;br /&gt;You: It's a flashlight! I swear to god!&lt;br /&gt;Your conversational partner has disconnected.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588341441161847090-3740421051976813338?l=thecynik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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(noun)" /><author><name>Ryan Fasol</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00093009138303797811</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="24" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4e0CbT8VBSE/Sv0qVcuDFCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/MKXIFC6vJ8k/S220/l_953c2ba28d774c72a8279c775b99ee61.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://thecynik.blogspot.com/2009/11/i-just-noun.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUGRHw4eyp7ImA9WxNbEU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3588341441161847090.post-7949168094833839988</id><published>2009-11-13T02:51:00.008-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-13T03:13:45.233-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-13T03:13:45.233-07:00</app:edited><title>A Bubbletea Adventure</title><content type="html">If you know me or some of my friends, you've probably heard us talking with a horrible Asian accent about some mythical beverage known as "bubble tea.", so, follow me and I shall spin you a tale.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a jam session for our band almost a year ago, we were watching Fantastic Four: Rise of the Silver Surfer to take a break, it was nearing the end of the movie (thankfully) and as they passed a billboard I noticed something odd, across the billboard said &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;"BUBBLETEA!&lt;/span&gt;".  I quickly pointed it out and everyone had a simultaneous "what the fuck?".  We brainstormed over this for the next 5 minutes and came to the wrong conclusion that it must be another word for soda, makes sense right?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get home, and I look up bubble tea, and what this horrible abomination of drink-kind actually is, is a mix of black and green tea, with some flavoring, and hard little "bubbles" of tapioca dropped in at the bottom.  It is usually drunken with a massive straw, which I named "The Widowmaker"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://whatthehealthmag.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/bubble-tea-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 490px; height: 368px;" src="http://whatthehealthmag.files.wordpress.com/2009/02/bubble-tea-1.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Fucking horrible&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;My curiosity was peaked, and so me and my friend Mikey hopped onto eBay and decided to order some of this.  Yeah, let's order a disgusting looking drink over eBay from god knows where, this is going to go wonderfully.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fast forward a few weeks, I almost forget about the bubbletea until Mikey calls me up and tells me that it has arrived.  With deep regret, I ask him to bring it over so I can try my flavor.  We ordered 5 packets, Soya Bean Milk, Green Tea, Thai Tea, Thai Coffee Drink (???) and one others no one really gave a shit about, I picked green tea since it sounded the least bad.  I was wrong.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tell me, when you think of "Green Tea", do you think of tea that's actually well.. GREEN?  No, probably not, it's usually clear, correct?  The makers of bubbletea said fuck that and bound and gagged the laws of drink making, because they just don't give a shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And so, ladies and gentlemen, I present to you the events of that evening in pictures:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4e0CbT8VBSE/Sv0utQSUgAI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hlUQWs70vgs/s1600-h/062509_1815%5B01%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4e0CbT8VBSE/Sv0utQSUgAI/AAAAAAAAAAw/hlUQWs70vgs/s200/062509_1815%5B01%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403526482915262466" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Mikey (left) Jasmine (girlfriend, right) not holding still for a picture, they can't wait to see me throw up.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4e0CbT8VBSE/Sv0u_p6eZQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5_ZA1w_SbLM/s1600-h/062509_1815%5B00%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4e0CbT8VBSE/Sv0u_p6eZQI/AAAAAAAAAA4/5_ZA1w_SbLM/s200/062509_1815%5B00%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403526799032214786" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The bubbletea mix, my Widowmaker (tm) and the "bubbles"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4e0CbT8VBSE/Sv0vLylPQtI/AAAAAAAAABA/sfgB3K9uiT8/s1600-h/062509_1815%5B03%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4e0CbT8VBSE/Sv0vLylPQtI/AAAAAAAAABA/sfgB3K9uiT8/s200/062509_1815%5B03%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403527007517491922" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Close up of the bubbles, yeah, I know what your thinking, I wish it was weed too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4e0CbT8VBSE/Sv0vudtE_lI/AAAAAAAAABI/s7GUPDUj6-I/s1600-h/062509_1815%5B02%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4e0CbT8VBSE/Sv0vudtE_lI/AAAAAAAAABI/s7GUPDUj6-I/s200/062509_1815%5B02%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403527603208650322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;The bubbles being boiled, you have to boil them for some reason, probably to release a neurotoxin that kills you before the bubbletea does so you don't suffer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4e0CbT8VBSE/Sv0wBWiRn1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/t6LMySLubFk/s1600-h/062509_1839%5B00%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4e0CbT8VBSE/Sv0wBWiRn1I/AAAAAAAAABQ/t6LMySLubFk/s200/062509_1839%5B00%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403527927701806930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;SUCCESS!  I.. think.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4e0CbT8VBSE/Sv0wQvJPrMI/AAAAAAAAABY/BBpW90HFO3k/s1600-h/062509_1840%5B00%5D.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4e0CbT8VBSE/Sv0wQvJPrMI/AAAAAAAAABY/BBpW90HFO3k/s200/062509_1840%5B00%5D.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5403528192005745858" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;As you can tell by my expression, it's delicious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Not only was bubbletea "DELICIOUS", "HIP" AND "EDGY" (cmon bubbletea endorsement), it almost killed me.  You see, through the Widowmaker I was inhaling bubbletea at a rapid rate.  I forgot they had hard little tapioca bullets in them, and as soon as one went up the straw the the remaining bubbletea in the straw left, it shot to the back of my throat and made me not breathe for 30 seconds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Was it worth the time? No.&lt;br /&gt;Was it worth the effort? No.&lt;br /&gt;Was it worth the money? No.&lt;br /&gt;Was it worth it to tell everyone you almost were assassinated by bubbletea?  Definitely.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3588341441161847090-7949168094833839988?l=thecynik.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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