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Not so long ago, I was one of the fucking new guys.










&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~4/jJcUVU-3TOE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/3508027988745744328/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733546982623524581&amp;postID=3508027988745744328&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/3508027988745744328?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/3508027988745744328?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~3/jJcUVU-3TOE/fng.html" title="F.N.G" /><author><name>l.a.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01201379734045302974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/SvpaAUFKRfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/OmWSMNGp7hQ/S220/avatar.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-decp-xLwcqQ/TyoMljZSIdI/AAAAAAAAAe0/4G4nR1ihESA/s72-c/us.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/2012/02/fng.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A04HRns-eCp7ImA9WhRXEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733546982623524581.post-4035993417352876325</id><published>2011-12-15T23:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T23:18:57.550-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-15T23:18:57.550-08:00</app:edited><title>Leaving The Booze Route</title><summary type="html">
Not so long ago, I almost "died" from alcohol.

A numerology guy once predicted I'll get addicted to alcohol. I read once about the term going to hell through the booze route, and so I freaked out. I also read this, and...I have nothing left to say except "enough of this ethanol shit."&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~4/Mg_Z_z6d-0E" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/4035993417352876325/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733546982623524581&amp;postID=4035993417352876325&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/4035993417352876325?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/4035993417352876325?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~3/Mg_Z_z6d-0E/leaving-booze-route.html" title="Leaving The Booze Route" /><author><name>l.a.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01201379734045302974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/SvpaAUFKRfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/OmWSMNGp7hQ/S220/avatar.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/2011/12/leaving-booze-route.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUUMR3c4cSp7ImA9WhZaGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733546982623524581.post-6751894762992847880</id><published>2011-06-27T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-07-05T03:54:46.939-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-07-05T03:54:46.939-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="waiting for the bus" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="supposedly funny" /><title>The Next Mile</title><summary type="html">       Not so long ago, I went stumbling back to my dying blog.  I’ve been doing a lot of this “stumbling back” shit a lot a lot recently.        It's been six months and twenty-eight days since I last stormed something. Could you blame me? I was a graduating college student, and requirements, exams, and payments had been on my mind.      Fine, I was probably just getting lazy.      I’ve tried &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~4/qmeyB4INYrY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/6751894762992847880/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733546982623524581&amp;postID=6751894762992847880&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/6751894762992847880?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/6751894762992847880?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~3/qmeyB4INYrY/next-mile.html" title="The Next Mile" /><author><name>l.a.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01201379734045302974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/SvpaAUFKRfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/OmWSMNGp7hQ/S220/avatar.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://lh4.ggpht.com/-RgZCko4kOuQ/ThLtdRPsOvI/AAAAAAAAAcE/mnklUQZJbF8/s72-c/bus-stop-sign-400x274_thumb3.jpg?imgmax=800" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/2011/06/next-mile.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEYGQng8fSp7ImA9Wx9QFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733546982623524581.post-6043474417285665006</id><published>2010-11-27T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-28T19:08:43.675-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-28T19:08:43.675-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mental whirlwind" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zombology" /><title>Infection</title><summary type="html">
Not so long ago, I was brought into contact with a living substance that caused me disease. I did not know it, and neither will you.
It wasn't just a fever.

It was warmth, a happy feeling like the time I stood in the rain and felt my own heat turn into a little steam. It was a warmth from a world so cold that no one feels a thing. Like you.

I took a shuffling step, and it was painful.

It &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~4/Frk4-icYQPY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/6043474417285665006/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733546982623524581&amp;postID=6043474417285665006&amp;isPopup=true" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/6043474417285665006?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/6043474417285665006?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~3/Frk4-icYQPY/infection.html" title="Infection" /><author><name>l.a.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01201379734045302974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/SvpaAUFKRfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/OmWSMNGp7hQ/S220/avatar.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/TPDL1rapcTI/AAAAAAAAAak/Vjhc0vPous4/s72-c/zombie.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/2010/11/infection.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMEQX06fSp7ImA9Wx5aEUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733546982623524581.post-1782072945083933050</id><published>2010-11-07T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T16:50:00.315-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-07T16:50:00.315-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nuashonraigh" /><title>The J4th Agenda</title><summary type="html">


 Not so long ago, I realized that this is my last year as a teen and in college. I have to have plans for life and shit. Hell, an Audi out there is waiting for me to lay my hands on it. *salivate


This started innocently enough. I went home for the semester break and did chores and went to the beach and slept and hunted for cellphone signals, yada, yada. I love to be home. 

But the truth is &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~4/tx4UPi7pnCY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/1782072945083933050/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733546982623524581&amp;postID=1782072945083933050&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/1782072945083933050?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/1782072945083933050?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~3/tx4UPi7pnCY/j4-th-agenda.html" title="The J4&lt;sup&gt;th&lt;/sup&gt; Agenda" /><author><name>l.a.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01201379734045302974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/SvpaAUFKRfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/OmWSMNGp7hQ/S220/avatar.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/TNTEt5JeIwI/AAAAAAAAAaU/ThkV9tnpFgs/s72-c/asd.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/2010/11/j4-th-agenda.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUINSHczeCp7ImA9Wx5aEEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733546982623524581.post-8547620335063047631</id><published>2010-11-06T01:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-06T19:39:59.980-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-06T19:39:59.980-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="supposedly funny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="darn wtf" /><title>Text-Only Counterstrike</title><summary type="html">


 Not so long ago, I read xkcd. And then we were asked to brainstorm for a project in Java. And so the Randall Munroe's TOCS comic was augmented. It's more macho this way.

.con {background:#000;width:400px; height:100px; border:0; color:#0088aa;text-shadow:0px 0px 1px #000;margin:auto;}

Tutorial for Text-only Counterstrike
(Keyboard controls - same as CS 1.6, but followed by ENTER)



Note, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~4/4cGNWX_9F8c" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/8547620335063047631/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733546982623524581&amp;postID=8547620335063047631&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/8547620335063047631?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/8547620335063047631?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~3/4cGNWX_9F8c/text-only-counterstrike.html" title="Text-Only Counterstrike" /><author><name>l.a.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01201379734045302974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/SvpaAUFKRfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/OmWSMNGp7hQ/S220/avatar.png" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/2010/11/text-only-counterstrike.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUMSHc9fip7ImA9Wx5aEEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733546982623524581.post-4504018983375574511</id><published>2010-11-05T21:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-05T21:04:49.966-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-05T21:04:49.966-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nuashonraigh" /><title>A New "Sport"</title><summary type="html"> Not so long ago, I went to the beach and invented a new sport. Well, I think I did.

I went to the beach with little kids — my stepmother's grnadchildren. One was eight and the other thirteen. 

There was a creek that flows into that beach. We took a dip there, where the current was strong but the water is only a couple of feet deep. There, I "invented" current-riding — where you go upstream, &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~4/2WerO_fZZnY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/4504018983375574511/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733546982623524581&amp;postID=4504018983375574511&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/4504018983375574511?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/4504018983375574511?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~3/2WerO_fZZnY/new-sport.html" title="A New &quot;Sport&quot;" /><author><name>l.a.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01201379734045302974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/SvpaAUFKRfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/OmWSMNGp7hQ/S220/avatar.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/TNTRPp7L5dI/AAAAAAAAAag/yP2MSNaiG-I/s72-c/dght.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/2010/11/new-sport.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkIMQ346fip7ImA9WxFaGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733546982623524581.post-4722951242778683963</id><published>2010-07-19T19:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T00:03:02.016-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-23T00:03:02.016-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="supposedly funny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real-life fiction" /><title>The Old Man and The Djinni</title><summary type="html">
Not so long ago, I thought up fan fiction. I like Jonathan Stroud's The Bartimaeus Trilogy. So I made up a story based on one of the books' footnotes.


The old fisherman had been at sea for days, sitting sullenly under the shade of a felt coat he had propped up as a makeshift tarpauline and staring at the horizon, occasionally taking a gulp of coconut wine from an old bamboo jug. Every silent &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~4/uwAh8kgNcOg" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/4722951242778683963/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733546982623524581&amp;postID=4722951242778683963&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/4722951242778683963?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/4722951242778683963?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~3/uwAh8kgNcOg/old-man-and-djinni.html" title="The Old Man and The Djinni" /><author><name>l.a.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01201379734045302974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/SvpaAUFKRfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/OmWSMNGp7hQ/S220/avatar.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/TET_uwzyeHI/AAAAAAAAAZs/tihf55yngBU/s72-c/fisherman.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/2010/07/old-man-and-djinni.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0UMQn49cSp7ImA9WxFaGEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733546982623524581.post-2448705023987199521</id><published>2010-07-03T22:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-23T00:14:43.069-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-23T00:14:43.069-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nuashonraigh" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="waiting for the bus" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="freak poetry" /><title>Two Months Too Soon</title><summary type="html"> Not so long ago, it took just one damned look to turn a perfectly glorious day into miserable. Why don't we just move along? Why can't I?


I'm sittin' here all by myself just tryin' to think of something to do.
It's a perfect Sunday. Nothing to do, and shit suddenly seeps into my head.


Tryin' to think of something, anything just to keep me from thinking of you.
I saw you.  Anything just to &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~4/nW5dGcP71Dc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/2448705023987199521/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733546982623524581&amp;postID=2448705023987199521&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/2448705023987199521?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/2448705023987199521?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~3/nW5dGcP71Dc/two-months-too-soon.html" title="Two Months Too Soon" /><author><name>l.a.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01201379734045302974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/SvpaAUFKRfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/OmWSMNGp7hQ/S220/avatar.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/TDAb5TTL80I/AAAAAAAAAZg/F4y_1uSVvPQ/s72-c/walk.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/2010/07/two-months-too-soon.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkUMSX8zfip7ImA9WxFbEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733546982623524581.post-6478254420048897816</id><published>2010-06-30T03:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-02T01:11:28.186-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-07-02T01:11:28.186-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mental whirlwind" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="darn wtf" /><title>On "No Russian"</title><summary type="html">Image via Wikipedia
 Not so long ago, I finished Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 1 and 2 on single-player. It was hard-ass, melodramatic — and quite disturbing.
Call of Duty: Modern Warfare 2 is set 5 years after the storyline in Call of Duty:Modern Warfare, which ended with the death of Gaz, Zakhaev, and Price [apparently! =)]. (To learn about the plot, read this page.)

I finished the 18-level &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~4/-lMhKZchLQc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/6478254420048897816/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733546982623524581&amp;postID=6478254420048897816&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/6478254420048897816?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/6478254420048897816?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~3/-lMhKZchLQc/on-no-russian.html" title="On &quot;No Russian&quot;" /><author><name>l.a.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01201379734045302974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/SvpaAUFKRfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/OmWSMNGp7hQ/S220/avatar.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/TCsOIpfyaLI/AAAAAAAAAZA/wZeBk1-V704/s72-c/0.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/2010/06/on-no-russian.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkMHQHY7fyp7ImA9WxFUEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733546982623524581.post-1021208996683203806</id><published>2010-06-04T01:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T02:00:31.807-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-20T02:00:31.807-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mental whirlwind" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real-life fiction" /><title>The Coffee Shop Encounter</title><summary type="html">Not so long ago, something happened in a coffee shop. Not to me, obviously. (0_o). But it might have had. Allegory, personification, third-person mention --- all this soul-searching shit.

He had been staring at the coffee cup for too long.

His thoughts were a jungle, and it was easy to get lost in them. Especially with the hangover that made him feel like there were jackhammers on his head and &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~4/XohPtFKwyb4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/1021208996683203806/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733546982623524581&amp;postID=1021208996683203806&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/1021208996683203806?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/1021208996683203806?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~3/XohPtFKwyb4/coffee-shop-encounter.html" title="The Coffee Shop Encounter" /><author><name>l.a.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01201379734045302974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/SvpaAUFKRfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/OmWSMNGp7hQ/S220/avatar.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/SriuYow3eWI/AAAAAAAAAJ8/sFbs0hlKFKA/s72-c/3321015941_88b611b534.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><georss:featurename>Iloilo City, Philippines</georss:featurename><georss:point>10.69 122.55</georss:point><georss:box>10.605659 122.43327049999999 10.774341 122.6667295</georss:box><feedburner:origLink>http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/2009/10/coffee-shop-encounter.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D08FQHo7fCp7ImA9WxFUEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733546982623524581.post-4750457958797960663</id><published>2010-03-29T01:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T02:23:31.404-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-20T02:23:31.404-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real-life fiction" /><title>Her Guardian Angel</title><summary type="html">
Not so long ago, I dug up some really ancient papers. It's my way to relieve stress and relive nostalgia. This is what I found. 

You failed us…

She stood alone on the stage, pretty in a pink dress, waiting for the minus-one tape to roll. She should have brought the disk copy, but it was no use cursing her self. The audience were already whispering with each other. Once or twice, she saw a &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~4/Uejlj7zC9aY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/4750457958797960663/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733546982623524581&amp;postID=4750457958797960663&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/4750457958797960663?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/4750457958797960663?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~3/Uejlj7zC9aY/her-guardian-angel.html" title="Her Guardian Angel" /><author><name>l.a.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01201379734045302974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/SvpaAUFKRfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/OmWSMNGp7hQ/S220/avatar.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/TB3d9PQFx-I/AAAAAAAAAWo/4eNItKcHWto/s72-c/grahamcoxonbyamibarwell.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/2009/09/her-guardian-angel.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIBSXs4eSp7ImA9WxFUEE8.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733546982623524581.post-6321872251923047419</id><published>2010-03-24T19:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-20T02:02:38.531-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-06-20T02:02:38.531-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="zombology" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real-life fiction" /><title>The World Might End Like This</title><summary type="html">Not so long ago, I underwent a life-changing reflection. Yeah, it's about the gory doomsday only a few of us really care to think about.
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We humans have always believed that life will end someday. The Bible has given us quite a sneak peek in its Revelation. Yawm al-Qiyāmah, Ragnarök -- &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~4/YsZm7b4gOkM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/6321872251923047419/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733546982623524581&amp;postID=6321872251923047419&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/6321872251923047419?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/6321872251923047419?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~3/YsZm7b4gOkM/world-might-end-like-this.html" title="The World Might End Like This" /><author><name>l.a.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01201379734045302974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/SvpaAUFKRfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/OmWSMNGp7hQ/S220/avatar.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/S6l_1LwwbfI/AAAAAAAAATI/Nt7Y6f_EJ0U/s72-c/55034-Royalty-Free-RF-Clipart-Illustration-Of-A-3d-Human-Like-Creature-Character-Sitting-On-A-Toilet-And-Realizing-The-Stall-Is-Out-Of-Toilet-Paper.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/2010/03/world-might-end-like-this.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0QHRnY-eyp7ImA9WxBVFks.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733546982623524581.post-327736911597984144</id><published>2010-02-20T02:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-20T03:28:57.853-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-20T03:28:57.853-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mental whirlwind" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="supposedly funny" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="darn wtf" /><title>The 7 Annoying Things That Texters Do</title><summary type="html">

 Not so long ago, I took the time to look in my phone's inbox. It was chock full of $#!* the 7 things that texters do that gave me a chance to rave would annoy the hell out of anybody. 



Thing No. 1) Stupid Jokes and Corny Quotations  


Once upon a time, I received this message:


Pls scrolldown



















































OK Thanx! =D 

 



"=D". "=D" !!. (The turd &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~4/rknhJEx-peY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/327736911597984144/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733546982623524581&amp;postID=327736911597984144&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/327736911597984144?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/327736911597984144?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~3/rknhJEx-peY/7-annoying-things-that-texters-do.html" title="The 7 Annoying Things That Texters Do" /><author><name>l.a.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01201379734045302974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/SvpaAUFKRfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/OmWSMNGp7hQ/S220/avatar.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/S3-823TNmyI/AAAAAAAAASs/X69xGdj48_o/s72-c/wtf.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/2010/02/7-annoying-things-that-texters-do.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0UMQX47eSp7ImA9WxBVE0w.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733546982623524581.post-8474624647241411999</id><published>2009-12-04T20:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-16T02:14:40.001-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-02-16T02:14:40.001-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="web crawls" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="supposedly funny" /><title>Friendster Undergoes Crappy Makeover</title><summary type="html">
Not so long ago, I went stumbling back to Friendster. It was a weird thing to do, since I'm a fan of Facebook 'n' all. And lo! was that "REDESIGN"?
The Home page looks slick, BUT.

And when I checked out MY soon-to-be-abandoned page:
And I forgot to include the footer-from-outer-space in this snapshot.

Friendster, WHY?!&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~4/nSluPiBs24w" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/8474624647241411999/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733546982623524581&amp;postID=8474624647241411999&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/8474624647241411999?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/8474624647241411999?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~3/nSluPiBs24w/friendster-undergoes-crappy-makeover.html" title="Friendster Undergoes &lt;del&gt;Crappy&lt;/del&gt; Makeover" /><author><name>l.a.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01201379734045302974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/SvpaAUFKRfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/OmWSMNGp7hQ/S220/avatar.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/Sxnbft6Rh_I/AAAAAAAAARo/u3JvGmzhTbc/s72-c/asas2.PNG" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/2009/12/friendster-undergoes-crappy-makeover.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEQNQXw5fip7ImA9WxNbGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733546982623524581.post-7616631880237154731</id><published>2009-11-20T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-21T18:19:50.226-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-21T18:19:50.226-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mental whirlwind" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="real-life fiction" /><title>My Doomsday Fantasy</title><summary type="html">
Not so long ago, I had been writing about doomsday. I dropped it, though, because researching stuff to make the plot and characters credible was a royal pain in the ass. Three years later, "2012" appears, so I daydreamed about the ultimate apocalypse.

My original idea when I was in high school has something to do with an article about magnetic polar shifts I read about in "Mysteries of the &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~4/p_WqFwX-nuc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/7616631880237154731/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733546982623524581&amp;postID=7616631880237154731&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/7616631880237154731?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/7616631880237154731?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~3/p_WqFwX-nuc/my-doomsday-fantasy.html" title="My Doomsday Fantasy" /><author><name>l.a.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01201379734045302974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/SvpaAUFKRfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/OmWSMNGp7hQ/S220/avatar.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/Swd-M21dhjI/AAAAAAAAAQY/0pMWiQyx-W4/s72-c/images.jpeg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/2009/11/my-doomsday-fantasy.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CkUFRngzeyp7ImA9WxNUFU0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733546982623524581.post-8952490766122583087</id><published>2009-11-05T22:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-06T01:36:57.683-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-06T01:36:57.683-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="supposedly funny" /><title>A Left4Dead Run</title><summary type="html">
Not so long ago, I was playing L4D. A graffiti in one of the safe houses caught my eye.



These reminded me of one of the dumbest things in the Internet- Youtube comments.&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~4/JTqjXURzadM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/8952490766122583087?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/8952490766122583087?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~3/JTqjXURzadM/l4d-run.html" title="A Left4Dead Run" /><author><name>l.a.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01201379734045302974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/SvpaAUFKRfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/OmWSMNGp7hQ/S220/avatar.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/SvPDdlxL4SI/AAAAAAAAAPY/hOPb6gTro9M/s72-c/untitled.JPG" height="72" width="72" /><feedburner:origLink>http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/2009/11/l4d-run.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DE4BSXc-fyp7ImA9WxNUEkk.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733546982623524581.post-2895911792239797898</id><published>2009-11-03T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T03:15:58.957-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-03T03:15:58.957-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="nuashonraigh" /><title>Nuashonraigh 1</title><summary type="html">
Not so long ago, I was away from the web four days. When I got back, little birds tell me all is not well. Waiting for me were more online crap. Spam, facebook notifications, and more spam.

(Side Note: Nuashonraigh is Irish for "update." This is a new storm tag, concerning really-personal blurbs.)

I made the stupid mistake of posting my email address here. I was away four days, and when I got &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~4/Q32mEMCnckI" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/2895911792239797898/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733546982623524581&amp;postID=2895911792239797898&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/2895911792239797898?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/2895911792239797898?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~3/Q32mEMCnckI/nuashonraigh-1.html" title="Nuashonraigh 1" /><author><name>l.a.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01201379734045302974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/SvpaAUFKRfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/OmWSMNGp7hQ/S220/avatar.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/SvAP4bYydMI/AAAAAAAAAPA/QdCuE4mSIiQ/s72-c/spammer2%5B2%5D.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/2009/11/nuashonraigh-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEINRHw9eyp7ImA9WxNVEkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733546982623524581.post-5417863666335571705</id><published>2009-10-23T19:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-23T03:09:55.263-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-23T03:09:55.263-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="freak poetry" /><title>Drinking Alone In the Moonlight</title><summary type="html">

Not so long ago, I was drinking alone in the moonlight. Like Li Po did not so long ago.
We were not so different, the old Chinese poet and I. A pity we never met.





Beneath the blossoms with a pot of wine,
No friends at hand, so I poured alone;
I raised my cup to invite the moon,
Turned to my shadow, and we became three.
Now the moon had never learned about drinking,
And my shadow had merely&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~4/-jN_bBhhfLk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/5417863666335571705/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733546982623524581&amp;postID=5417863666335571705&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/5417863666335571705?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/5417863666335571705?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~3/-jN_bBhhfLk/drinking-alone-in-moonlight.html" title="Drinking Alone In the Moonlight" /><author><name>l.a.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01201379734045302974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/SvpaAUFKRfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/OmWSMNGp7hQ/S220/avatar.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/SmkWgJd6nTI/AAAAAAAAADU/AIP9CouL6Wo/s72-c/moonlight-through-fog-and-silhouetted-trees.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/drinking-alone-in-moonlight.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cDQnYzfyp7ImA9WxNWFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733546982623524581.post-3268596616112716430</id><published>2009-10-15T23:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T23:37:53.887-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-15T23:37:53.887-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="supposedly funny" /><title>The Miracle Dish</title><summary type="html">

Not so long ago, the boarders of Monte-Olivo worked together for supper. The objective was chicken adobo. Lords of Boundless Stupidities that we are, the result was pure genius.

We started with the usual stuff. Half a kilo of chicken meat, soy sauce, the works. (We missed calamansi, though.) Everything was going well until somebody was brilliant enough to pour an entire sachet of vinegar.

&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~4/YZahzQeUwOo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/3268596616112716430/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733546982623524581&amp;postID=3268596616112716430&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/3268596616112716430?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/3268596616112716430?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~3/YZahzQeUwOo/miracle-dish.html" title="The Miracle Dish" /><author><name>l.a.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01201379734045302974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/SvpaAUFKRfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/OmWSMNGp7hQ/S220/avatar.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/SjmV37NWRFI/AAAAAAAAABE/Q_YP-P__DtU/s72-c/miracledish.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/2009/06/miracle-dish.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUYAQn0_eip7ImA9WxNWFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733546982623524581.post-234179761029002221</id><published>2009-10-10T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T17:39:03.342-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-14T17:39:03.342-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mental whirlwind" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="guitar" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="freak poetry" /><title>"Take me as I am" Chords (by FM Static)</title><summary type="html">
Not so long ago, I tried guessing chords. Here's "Take me as I am" from FM Static's third album, "Dear Diary".


Tuning - Standard
E C#m A B

(Piano) 2x
e|-----3-1-0-1-3----3-1-0-1-3----3-1-0-1-3----3-1-0-1-0-----|
B|--1-------------1-----------------------------------------|
G|-----------------------------2----------------------------|
D|------------------------------------------3--------------&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~4/_GFGqgaNn10" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/234179761029002221/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733546982623524581&amp;postID=234179761029002221&amp;isPopup=true" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/234179761029002221?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/234179761029002221?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~3/_GFGqgaNn10/take-me-as-i-am-chords-by-fm-static.html" title="&quot;Take me as I am&quot; Chords (by FM Static)" /><author><name>l.a.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01201379734045302974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/SvpaAUFKRfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/OmWSMNGp7hQ/S220/avatar.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/StFefI3zi5I/AAAAAAAAAMQ/mHdDtqL0T0c/s72-c/10_1148_26512.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/2009/10/take-me-as-i-am-chords-by-fm-static.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8DRnk_eCp7ImA9WxNWEEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733546982623524581.post-4888128011292470018</id><published>2009-10-03T01:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-09T03:07:57.740-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-09T03:07:57.740-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="supposedly funny" /><title>I Am Nothing</title><summary type="html">

Not so long ago, I was reading "Shike" by Robert Shea.





The samurai laughed, threw out his chest and squared his shoulders, his armour creaking and rattling:
"Warn me? Warn me? I am Nakane Ikeno, son of Nakane Ikenori, who put down the Abe in the land of Oshu and slew Abe Sadato, their champion. I am the grandson of Nakane Ikezane, who fought against Takashi Masakado, captured him and sent &lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~4/WgGig3C1af0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/4888128011292470018/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733546982623524581&amp;postID=4888128011292470018&amp;isPopup=true" title="3 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/4888128011292470018?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/4888128011292470018?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~3/WgGig3C1af0/i-am-nothing.html" title="I Am Nothing" /><author><name>l.a.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01201379734045302974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/SvpaAUFKRfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/OmWSMNGp7hQ/S220/avatar.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/SmrjQRQdChI/AAAAAAAAADw/29lczQmjCew/s72-c/shike_book_of_jebu_large.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>3</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/2009/07/i-am-nothing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DEUHQHo4cCp7ImA9WxNWFUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733546982623524581.post-8137619948599545227</id><published>2009-09-18T00:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-15T01:43:51.438-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-10-15T01:43:51.438-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="mental whirlwind" /><title>The Courage of Living</title><summary type="html">
Not so long ago, I was digging my ancient papers, like I said. Here's another one, written not so long ago.



“It’s better to die standing on your feet than to live on your knees,” said Mexican Revolution leader Emiliano Zapata. Death is an honorable thing, as they say. That is, according to those who didn’t yet have to go through it. (Politicians and writers come to mind.) The Japanese code of&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~4/LZvL15P9XUM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/8137619948599545227/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733546982623524581&amp;postID=8137619948599545227&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/8137619948599545227?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/8137619948599545227?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~3/LZvL15P9XUM/courage-of-living.html" title="The Courage of Living" /><author><name>l.a.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01201379734045302974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/SvpaAUFKRfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/OmWSMNGp7hQ/S220/avatar.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/SrM48UIGsqI/AAAAAAAAAJQ/4EgjB6K7zGk/s72-c/walking-away_m.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/2009/09/courage-of-living.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUUFSHYzcCp7ImA9WxNUEk4.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733546982623524581.post-652944253787742407</id><published>2009-09-15T01:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-11-03T00:33:39.888-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-11-03T00:33:39.888-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="supposedly funny" /><title>Battle Royale</title><summary type="html">
Not so long ago, I took the time to be a little boy. And the first question that popped into my head was "What if these guys got pitted against each other?" =)





1) Halo 3 ["John 117"] - expert in all weapon and battle systems. Can run faster and hit harder than average human. Genetically superior super-soldier. "Last and best hope" of humankind. (halo.xbox.com/halo3/)

2) G.I Joe movie ["&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~4/yO1Fy7Ot_gs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</summary><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/feeds/652944253787742407/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8733546982623524581&amp;postID=652944253787742407&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/652944253787742407?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8733546982623524581/posts/default/652944253787742407?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/DashboarOverdriveLifeOnTheFastLane/~3/yO1Fy7Ot_gs/battle-royale.html" title="Battle Royale" /><author><name>l.a.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01201379734045302974</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="32" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/SvpaAUFKRfI/AAAAAAAAAPo/OmWSMNGp7hQ/S220/avatar.png" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mC2-Y4VQ9co/Sq9URKcTZUI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/MM_47Xc-cjE/s72-c/halo3-2-lg.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://dashboardoverdrive.blogspot.com/2009/09/battle-royale.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMMSXg_fCp7ImA9WxNQFkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8733546982623524581.post-4248409195536883116</id><published>2009-09-15T00:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-22T04:04:48.644-07:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2009-09-22T04:04:48.644-07:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="freak poetry" /><title>Wither</title><summary type="html">
Not so long ago, I was writing a song.

Intro (acoustic) Dsus-A-Bm-G  (transpose )

She was the one

But she played with my feelings

Didn’t know that it’s killing me

Again…

(enter heavy distortion)

Chorus:

I should never have believed the words that you never meant to say

It disturbs my mind to think that it was never meant this way

Wanna curse this feeling as it screams your name to me

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