<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306152</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:04:22.594-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The life and times of me.</title><subtitle type='html'>In English and German.
(Auf Englisch und Deutsch.)</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrevolver.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306152/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrevolver.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mrevolver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15539370379830229309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306152.post-109658481018320684</id><published>2004-09-30T15:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-30T15:53:30.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Knowing where you stand.</title><content type='html'>There comes a time in every friendship where you discover exactly where the importance of the friendship is placed to both you and the other person involved.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the case of a friendship with someone I have known for about two years, this pivotal moment has happened during the past week.  While I would say that I am glad to have her as my friend, I would also say that she is nothing more and in all likelyhood, never will be.  I do not even think she could become a good friend, but rather just someone who I can have a good time hanging out with in a bar or at a party.  Someone who I can have a few drinks with and do the small talk thing, but never really delve into the important or meaningful things in our lives.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I once thought that she had the potential to become something more in my life, but it is clear that there is just too much instability and uncertainty for that to occur.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8306152-109658481018320684?l=mrevolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrevolver.blogspot.com/feeds/109658481018320684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8306152&amp;postID=109658481018320684' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306152/posts/default/109658481018320684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306152/posts/default/109658481018320684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrevolver.blogspot.com/2004/09/knowing-where-you-stand.html' title='Knowing where you stand.'/><author><name>mrevolver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15539370379830229309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306152.post-109617685262531741</id><published>2004-09-25T21:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T23:46:10.556-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ein langsames Wochenende.</title><content type='html'>Es ist das Wochenende und ich habe nur ein Ding zu machen. Ich muß meine Wohnung sauber machen.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Für ein besseres Ding habe ich zu machen gehofft, deshalb rief ich eine Freundin an. Sie hat Pläne gemacht, aber sie sagte dass, sie Zeit während eines anderen Wochenendes mit mir verbringen möchte. Ich glaube, dass sie eine gute Freundin ist. Ich weiß, sie spielt Poolbillard gern, und ich glaubte, sie hätte Poolbillard nicht für eine lange Zeit gespielt. Ich fragte sie, ob sie mit mir für eine wenige Spiele treffen möchte. Sie war erfreut, dass ich sie gefragt habe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Das war das beste Ding meines Wochenendes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8306152-109617685262531741?l=mrevolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrevolver.blogspot.com/feeds/109617685262531741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8306152&amp;postID=109617685262531741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306152/posts/default/109617685262531741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306152/posts/default/109617685262531741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrevolver.blogspot.com/2004/09/ein-langsames-wochenende.html' title='Ein langsames Wochenende.'/><author><name>mrevolver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15539370379830229309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306152.post-109522291968532575</id><published>2004-09-14T21:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-15T06:24:53.016-07:00</updated><title type='text'>More problems</title><content type='html'>Ever have one of those days where nothing seems to go right? Well, for me it's becoming one of those weeks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have decided to see if I can establish a case against the brakes place. Something about this is not adding up. I brought the car into them last May and had work done on it, then four months later I have to bring it in again only to find that a critical component is missing which has resulted in extensive heat damage throughout the front brakes. Then when I asked them to pull the records of the last time I brought the car into them, they claim they can't find the records. So to start off I'm having their work inspected by another professional on Thursday. Then I'll be digging through my own records to pull up what I have about the service done last May. I think they're ripping me off and if that's the case, they're making a big mistake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then today I'm driving down the road and a tire blows out on me. So I pull off into a parking lot and get out to look at the tire. There was a massive tear along the side of the tire and after removing the tire, I found the tear to also be on the other side. Basically it looks like the tire just gave out. So in the 110 degree afternoon heat of Phoenix, I changed out the tire with the oversized bicycle wheel that the car manufacturer refeers to as a "spare tire." Then tomorrow I'm going to have all four tires replaced, because if one reached the point of giving out, it's likely the others are not far from doing the same.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8306152-109522291968532575?l=mrevolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrevolver.blogspot.com/feeds/109522291968532575/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8306152&amp;postID=109522291968532575' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306152/posts/default/109522291968532575'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306152/posts/default/109522291968532575'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrevolver.blogspot.com/2004/09/more-problems.html' title='More problems'/><author><name>mrevolver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15539370379830229309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306152.post-109511225084081563</id><published>2004-09-13T14:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-13T14:51:23.046-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brakes, the bane of my car.</title><content type='html'>Since I bought my car a little over a year ago, there has been only one real problem - brakes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everything else about it is fine, it's just plagued with break problems. And I'm really starting to get fed up with the "Just Breaks" that has been working on the problem. Even today after finishing the work and on the drive back, I could not lock the wheels on my car. They have a 100% warranty on the first 90 days after service, then a prorated warranty after that. This last time it was four months between problems, but as of now, if a problem devolops during the first 90 days, I'll take it back to them. But if a problem devolops after that that car will not see the inside of their shop again because I'll take it somewhere else.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8306152-109511225084081563?l=mrevolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrevolver.blogspot.com/feeds/109511225084081563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8306152&amp;postID=109511225084081563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306152/posts/default/109511225084081563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306152/posts/default/109511225084081563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrevolver.blogspot.com/2004/09/brakes-bane-of-my-car.html' title='Brakes, the bane of my car.'/><author><name>mrevolver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15539370379830229309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8306152.post-109505755016847779</id><published>2004-09-12T23:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T23:39:49.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The first entry, getting up to speed</title><content type='html'>Well, got around to setting something up here. I had been keeping an online journal on another site, but some changes have been made to that site and it is currently unclear as to weather the journals section of that site will return.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally got settled in from the new semester starting. And just recently things in my dating life have sterted looking up, and oddly enough that has also made a delimma in my life a moot point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The dilemma was that I had started devoloping feelings for a friend, but I was afraid that if I acted on those feelings I would destroy my friendship with her. Well last thursday I met a girl that I knew from work last year. I worked in a couple of dorms and she is the sister of one of the residents from last year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was hanging out in the bar my friends and I usually hang out in on thursdays and she walked in. We immeaditly recognized eachother from last year and started up a conversation. By the end of the night we exchanged phone numbers and I gave her a call on Friday. She didn't answer, but did return my call. And although she was too busy to hang out this weekend, I'll definatly think of something to do and give her a call about next weekend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8306152-109505755016847779?l=mrevolver.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mrevolver.blogspot.com/feeds/109505755016847779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8306152&amp;postID=109505755016847779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306152/posts/default/109505755016847779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8306152/posts/default/109505755016847779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mrevolver.blogspot.com/2004/09/first-entry-getting-up-to-speed.html' title='The first entry, getting up to speed'/><author><name>mrevolver</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15539370379830229309</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
