<?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-7778219081645727607</id><updated>2011-07-31T00:31:39.350-07:00</updated><category term='Wyn'/><category term='Murder under excused circumstances.'/><category term='mexican'/><category term='Review'/><category term='RP'/><category term='Awesome'/><category term='Win again'/><category term='wtf'/><category term='Jorn Lande'/><category term='Battlefield'/><category term='Politics'/><category term='Sweden'/><category term='Russell Allen'/><category term='Win'/><category term='Hilarity'/><category term='Epic'/><category term='random rant'/><category term='List'/><category term='Lazy'/><category term='Dawn of War 2'/><category term='Viking'/><category term='Humor'/><category term='Rage'/><category term='Law'/><category term='awesome video'/><category term='Heavy Rain'/><category term='work'/><category term='Religion'/><category term='Sonata Arctica'/><category term='Idol'/><category term='Fail'/><category term='Islam'/><category term='UN'/><category term='WoW'/><category term='quitting for fucking good.'/><category term='Music'/><category term='tattoo'/><category term='PvP'/><category term='DoW2'/><category term='Stuff'/><category term='Atheism'/><category term='going there'/><category term='Left-winged nuts without brains and eyes'/><category term='Cats'/><category term='PvE'/><category term='over 9000'/><category term='Fashion'/><category term='Spoof'/><category term='awesome video.'/><category term='Kickass'/><category term='Rant'/><category term='Metallica'/><title type='text'>A handful of Ash</title><subtitle type='html'>Yea verily, though I charge through the valley of the shadow of death, I shall fear no evil, for I am driving a house-sized mass of "Fuck You." - Mammoth Tank crewman.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>85</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-1615442271643115341</id><published>2011-04-06T13:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-06T13:53:26.445-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tattoo'/><title type='text'>The Emperor Protects.</title><content type='html'>And so it was done.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xrhRqfOPr3o/TZzSneHXFyI/AAAAAAAAAK8/s4zeqISTQds/s1600/159.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 340px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xrhRqfOPr3o/TZzSneHXFyI/AAAAAAAAAK8/s4zeqISTQds/s400/159.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592576412827981602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Emperor Protects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-1615442271643115341?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/1615442271643115341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=1615442271643115341' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/1615442271643115341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/1615442271643115341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2011/04/emperor-protects.html' title='The Emperor Protects.'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-xrhRqfOPr3o/TZzSneHXFyI/AAAAAAAAAK8/s4zeqISTQds/s72-c/159.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-4624531413767371882</id><published>2011-02-12T12:41:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-03-11T13:37:20.888-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Heavy Rain'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awesome'/><title type='text'>Heavy Rain Compilation!</title><content type='html'>Heavy Rain - Parkinsons Edition. Warning: Some spoilers, no doubt!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe title="YouTube video player" width="640" height="390" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/mr7zp0z_8Ro" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people can actually, through cheer sillyness, put up a new bar for what "Awesome" is. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-4624531413767371882?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/4624531413767371882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=4624531413767371882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/4624531413767371882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/4624531413767371882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2011/02/world-is-upside-down.html' title='Heavy Rain Compilation!'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/mr7zp0z_8Ro/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-4553149894567409785</id><published>2010-10-27T00:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-10-27T00:33:01.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Final Inspection</title><content type='html'>The Soldier stood and faced God, which must always come to pass.&lt;br /&gt;He hoped his shoes were shining, just as bright as his brass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Step forward you Soldier, How shall I deal with you?&lt;br /&gt;Have you always turned the other cheek, to My Church, have you been true?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Soldier squared his shoulders and said, "No, Lord, I guess I aint.&lt;br /&gt;Because those of us who carry guns, can't always be a saint.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've had to work most Sundays, and at times my talk was tough.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes I've been violent, because the world is awfully rough.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But, I never took a penny, that wasn't mine to keep.&lt;br /&gt;Though I worked a lot of overtime, when the bills got just to steep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And I have never passed a cry for help, though at times I shook with fear.&lt;br /&gt;And sometimes, God forgive me, I've wept unmanly tears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know I don't deserve a place, among the people here.&lt;br /&gt;They never wanted me around, except to calm their fears.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have a place for me here Lord, It needn't be so grand.&lt;br /&gt;I've never expected or had too much. But if you don't, I'll understand."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was silence all around the throne, where the saints had often trod.&lt;br /&gt;As the Soldier waited quietly, for the judgement of his God.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Step forward you Soldier, you've born your burden well.&lt;br /&gt;Walk peacefully on Heaven's streets, you've done your time in Hell."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/TMfVhugMQtI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Fu9r9B7TtAg/s1600/musket.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 80px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/TMfVhugMQtI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Fu9r9B7TtAg/s400/musket.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5532625442643395282" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-4553149894567409785?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/4553149894567409785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=4553149894567409785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/4553149894567409785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/4553149894567409785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2010/10/final-inspection.html' title='The Final Inspection'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/TMfVhugMQtI/AAAAAAAAAKo/Fu9r9B7TtAg/s72-c/musket.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-3114784679339022805</id><published>2010-08-08T04:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T04:06:40.749-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Epic'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Jorn Lande'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Russell Allen'/><title type='text'>Allen Lande</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/BibWDFdpUbE&amp;amp;hl=sv_SE&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/BibWDFdpUbE&amp;amp;hl=sv_SE&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No comment needed. I've watched this fucking 100 times, and it never gets old. Can barely wait for the full thing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-3114784679339022805?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/3114784679339022805/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=3114784679339022805' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/3114784679339022805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/3114784679339022805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2010/08/allen-lande.html' title='Allen Lande'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-9025255828318577630</id><published>2010-07-15T06:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-15T06:24:23.427-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><title type='text'>When WoW music videos are good.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object id="grp84810178" width="425" height="239" data="http://v.giantrealm.com/saf/946c967a481a62722804f6d754d100d9f2022b32" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://v.giantrealm.com/saf/946c967a481a62722804f6d754d100d9f2022b32" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="FlashVars" value="cu=http%3A%2F%2Fmyndflame%2Egameriot%2Ecom%2Fvideos%2FFrontline%23play&amp;vi=557a139003eb829669ddb5c4ef5895abd053667b&amp;oid=grp84810178&amp;embed=1&amp;pid=946c967a481a62722804f6d754d100d9f2022b32"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed name="grp84810178" src="http://v.giantrealm.com/saf/946c967a481a62722804f6d754d100d9f2022b32" FlashVars="cu=http%3A%2F%2Fmyndflame%2Egameriot%2Ecom%2Fvideos%2FFrontline%23play&amp;vi=557a139003eb829669ddb5c4ef5895abd053667b&amp;oid=grp84810178&amp;embed=1&amp;pid=946c967a481a62722804f6d754d100d9f2022b32" allowscriptaccess="always" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="239" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago, this fella here called RedEye started making a music video, perhaps I posted it, perhaps I didn't. Now it's finished.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can tell you that despite the song not being sung by the actual maker of the video, he does an awesome job at just... I don't know, making things look badass? IE: It's no Cranius, but it's great anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me miss my bloody orc as well. Why can't WoW be this awesome?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-9025255828318577630?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/9025255828318577630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=9025255828318577630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/9025255828318577630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/9025255828318577630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2010/07/when-wow-music-videos-are-good.html' title='When WoW music videos are good.'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-188874445255848689</id><published>2010-04-25T04:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-25T05:05:28.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ELUVEITIE - Thousandfold</title><content type='html'>Folk Metal. I'm listening to it like I'm breathing... that is, constantly, and somewhat more exerted when sexually frustrated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kb8WGig0MLU&amp;hl=sv_SE&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kb8WGig0MLU&amp;hl=sv_SE&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="640" height="385"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Going out tomorrow, monday, to search for a job. Again. Wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-188874445255848689?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/188874445255848689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=188874445255848689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/188874445255848689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/188874445255848689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2010/04/eluveitie-thousandfold.html' title='ELUVEITIE - Thousandfold'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-7487880201629081010</id><published>2010-04-11T16:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-11T16:55:45.717-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Picking up old habits.</title><content type='html'>As the title may hint at, yes, I've picked up a few old habits lately. Seeing quitting WoW has freed massive amounts of my time I have comitted some to more worthy hobbies!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... so yeah, I played Pokemon Yellow for about 6 hours today, and in the process forgot that I had promised a certain brother of mine to play a certain strategy game with him. I feel like an idiot, and if you're reading this man, I apologise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/S8JeTuDrZLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KZOJukG1lws/s1600/Picard,+Brush.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/S8JeTuDrZLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KZOJukG1lws/s400/Picard,+Brush.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459029391200445618" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things would be so much damn easier if I was like Picard here. Look at that happy motherfucker just litting up at the notion of a toothbrush against his bald head. Shit, I'd trade one of my kidneys to be in his position.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And talking about positions, lately I've contracted something I thought I'd never get: back aches. I honestly think it's my computer chair that is effing me over, but I have little evidence for it, and the bastard is being sneaky about it. I obviously need something that Hitler was really quick on getting (yet strangely didn't keep him from killing himself).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/S8JfvNG4gPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4h04wP6-3vs/s1600/Mein+chair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/S8JfvNG4gPI/AAAAAAAAAKA/4h04wP6-3vs/s400/Mein+chair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459030962903482610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No doubt this would help me in the struggle against my upcoming disorders. Alas, it is time for me to sleep. Important business coming up tomorrow!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sleep tight out there!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-7487880201629081010?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/7487880201629081010/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=7487880201629081010' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/7487880201629081010'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/7487880201629081010'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2010/04/picking-up-old-habits.html' title='Picking up old habits.'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/S8JeTuDrZLI/AAAAAAAAAJ4/KZOJukG1lws/s72-c/Picard,+Brush.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-5905542483003322909</id><published>2010-04-02T15:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-02T16:44:19.744-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PvP'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='PvE'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quitting for fucking good.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='WoW'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='RP'/><title type='text'>Finally quitting World of Warcraft</title><content type='html'>Yes! Another post about the wonderful world of the MMO World of Warcraft.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short: I used to hang on to this game because the RP (RolePlaying) community, and naturally one day relization hit me. The very thing you keep coming back to, the pile of horse crap that you keep visiting because some people keep saying, and you're pretty sure you saw it yourself in between times, that there's gold glimmering in there somewhere -  the community itself is full of fuckwads, and onto this, suck major balls. Honestly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I took a break. Decided that RP (again, RolePlaying, for you lucky, lucky non-WoW'ers) was a needless source of fucking drama that only served to fuel an already problem-ridden world that is called REAL LIFE, and got the fuck out of there. Needless to say, I spent some time free of troubles and the notion of having a second bloody life and to continuously be forced to participate in it didn't seem tempting in the least, and then the damned withdrawal syndrome kicked in. I decided that hey, perhaps the game is full of fuckwads, but I can just ignore the more social aspects of the game such as roleplaying and PvE, and instead focus on PvP. IE: Killing the fuckwads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, tough luck. It seems that the fuckwads I left a few months ago are now fuckwads on steroids. I face off against rogues who have the same HP I used to have on my paladin tank in battlegrounds, and naturally lost horribly. Not because I necessarily lack the skill or the reaction time to fight them, but because as soon as they touch me, I'm dead - because I don't happen to have as much stamina as GOD or any other of these overgeared fucks that for some reason still plague the god damned battlegrounds despite having the full Arena gear. Any remarks regarding anything, anywhere is met with an arrogant, partially (or wholly) illiterate comment regarding your mother's sexual orientation or complaints about ones gear. I tried the PvE aspect, the "Random Dungeon" function, and 3 hours later I hadn't managed to complete a single dungeon because I kept ending up with tanks and healers from Italy who didn't speak a lick of english and rage-quitted/Disconnected/ninjaed an item and left/kept gibbering on in their fucking tongue untill they inexplicably left the group. Tried on several occasions, no difference in experience, thank you, fuck off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Battlegrounds grinding and Dungeon grinding were thus out of the picture, which left me with Wintergrasp. My WoW activity, what I paid 140 SEK a month for, was thus to log in once every 3 days and attempt to get the Wintergrasp PvP quests done before my pulse sky-rocketed and threatened to boot the moon out of its orbit. This may not sound as -fun- to you guys, and if you would considering it boring, or as enjoyable as the idea of injecting ash into your own eyeballs, then you'd be absolutely fucking right.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wintergrasp could thus go fuck a turtle. Which left me with the aspect of standing around all day, praying to some kind of gamer gods that "Fun" was to be delivered to my doorstep in the form of ANYONE I KNOW LOGGING ON. Either this, or.... I could have tried RP again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, unless you're willing to clash with the fellas playing evil characters (the same guys you know, who have to sneak up on their own fucking hand to get any) and meet Mr DBZ who can jump through dimensions and learns languages, which you spent days devicing, in the timespan of an eyeblink, then I suggest staying away from roleplaying like it carried the fucking plague. Honestly, there is no way avoiding Mr Dumbass or Sir Chumpchange because they're right there, in the fucking game, they're the endbosses of the good guys and they're the peak of the bad guys. Staying neutral in RP leads fucking nowhere, and no matter who you're talking to you can bet your god damned grandmother on that Mr Dumbass is standing around the corner, listening in or waiting for an opportune moment to jump into the conversation. Or by all means kill you with his lazer eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If these guys weren't insulted when you questioned them lore-wise or just thought plain logic, you'd think they just decided to fuck with people and come up with the most outrageous, stupid fucking character their minds could think of, slap the longest, flashiest name onto it so whoever reads (or doesn't read) their FlagRSP gets their entire fucking screen covered by their inane fucking bullshit about auras, muscles, horribly mutated eye colours, or by all means, tendrils and other miscallenous, strange fucking appendages. But no, these guys are Dead. Fucking. Serious. about their characters - and worse, they fucking love them more than their own mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Never mind that creating an evil character will have him hunted down, that's the purpose... lots of RP opportunity!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untill I realize that I actually want to stick my weener into that pixelated sexy mass before me, damn, why did I have to get him this awesome hood? and MAN, I don't like being hunted for my ritual sacrifices and attempted murders in alleys... I'll just make him rediculously powerful! That'll make those measly heroes avoid me for sure! ... but why is no one talking to me? Why is no one interested? I worked an entire 10 minutes to write an essay about my background for this character! Never mind that it looks like it's been coded with the fucking Enigma machine, no one's perfect after all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hey! I know! I'll just make my character a good guy, that does evil things because he can't help himself! Just need to come up with some far-fetched bullshit story about self-sacrifice and something about a harsh upbringing. Yes, this Emo standpoint will even get me girls because I'll adhere to their motherly instincts of protection, at the same time as it weaves a protective layer around me by creating a network with individuals that feel sorry for me and know my true nature and will thus defend me regardlessly of whatever despicable action I go through with! Yes, perfect! Let's roll with this shit for eternity, because no one will be able to point out my bullshit due to the women being on my side!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you may tell, I don't hold them in very high regard. The stereotype I just lived myself into is one of a total of three. The remaining two being the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Total Badass&lt;/span&gt; (Use your imagination for this one. Usually accompanied by some A-WESOME dialect and an eyepatch) and the &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Cold One&lt;/span&gt; (Lacks human emotions. Roleplays either a robot, for real, or someone who is a cold killing machine. Unlike the Total Badass, this man attempts to attract ladies by shunning them instead of attempting their rugged and raw charm - and it sometimes works). With these three, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Emo&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Total Badass&lt;/span&gt; and &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Cold One&lt;/span&gt;, you can go into the WoW RP community, armed with the superior knowledge of who to avoid to not follow down a path of total damnation and complete and utterly Perfect Disappointment. You know, when you follow this guy who appears to have a pretty sweet past but reveals it to you over a drink or two and despite it being shallow as water he expects you to act all surprised and give him credit for the miniscule brain activity his amazing plot needed?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apologies for the rant, but I've grown from "Bored" with WoW, to feeling some kind of seething hatred for the game and most of its players. With "most" I don't mean "Majority" as in some 51%+, I mean that 99.9% of WoW's playerbase are a bunch of unimaginative fuckwads who needs to eat some shit, fall balls-first on an electric fence and die from massive anal rape whilst being force-fed the very same bad fanfiction they wrote themselves. Written in diarrhoea.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, today, just half a week after installing WoW and going through the entire patching process from start to finish, I uninstalled the damn thing again. Removed it, whiped the 20gig stain of fucksplash away from my poor harddrive, and I seriously think I'm cured permanently now. Cataclysm can fuck off. I'm not even touching that shit.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-5905542483003322909?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/5905542483003322909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=5905542483003322909' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/5905542483003322909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/5905542483003322909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2010/04/finally-quitting-world-of-warcraft.html' title='Finally quitting World of Warcraft'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-5749594912999864704</id><published>2010-03-15T05:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-15T07:26:23.387-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lazy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='List'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>Answers with Songs.</title><content type='html'>Just to have something to write, besides, it seemed like a good idea at the time. Stolen from Veleneir, who in turn had stolen it from Aku!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How are you feeling today?&lt;br /&gt;Disturbed - Indestructible (I'm the only one in the household not plagued by a hang-over :3)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do your friends see you?&lt;br /&gt;Rick Astley - Never gonna give you up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your best friend's theme song?&lt;br /&gt;The 69 Eyes - Brandon Lee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the story of your life?&lt;br /&gt;Scar Symmetry - Morphogenesis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What was high school like?&lt;br /&gt;Disturbed - Land of Confusion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can you get ahead in life?&lt;br /&gt;Brother Firetribe - I Am Rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the best thing about your friends?&lt;br /&gt;Twisted Sister - I wanna rock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song describes you?&lt;br /&gt;Scar Symmetry - The Illusionist&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How is your life going?&lt;br /&gt;Manowar - Call to Arms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What song will they play at your funeral?&lt;br /&gt;Hans Zimmer - The Rock Theme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How does the world see you?&lt;br /&gt;Weird Al Yankovic - White &amp; Nerdy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How can I make myself happy?&lt;br /&gt;Sonata Arctica - The Cage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Took me bloody ages this one xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-5749594912999864704?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/5749594912999864704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=5749594912999864704' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/5749594912999864704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/5749594912999864704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2010/03/answers-with-songs.html' title='Answers with Songs.'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-2009504071174444177</id><published>2010-01-23T11:19:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-23T11:21:27.917-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Metallica'/><title type='text'>Metallica spree.</title><content type='html'>Long time no see! Got my computer back now, after over a month of repairs, which explains my quite horrible inactivity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For some reason I've splipped into a Metallica mood. Now I am not one to keep them awesome songs for myself when I hear them, so here I share the goods:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Ng9oEIbZGI&amp;hl=sv_SE&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/4Ng9oEIbZGI&amp;hl=sv_SE&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="560" height="340"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do I take this pain of mine&lt;br /&gt;I run but it stays right by my side&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tear me open and pour me out&lt;br /&gt;There's things inside that scream and shout&lt;br /&gt;And the pain still hates me&lt;br /&gt;So hold me until it sleeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just like the curse, just like the stray&lt;br /&gt;You feed it once and now it stays&lt;br /&gt;Now it stays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tear me open but beware&lt;br /&gt;There's things inside without a care&lt;br /&gt;And the dirt still stains me&lt;br /&gt;So wash me until I'm clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It grips you so hold me&lt;br /&gt;It stains you so hold me&lt;br /&gt;It hates you so hold me&lt;br /&gt;It holds you so hold me&lt;br /&gt;Until it sleeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tell me why you've chosen me&lt;br /&gt;Don't want your grip, don't want your greed&lt;br /&gt;Don't want it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tear me open make you gone&lt;br /&gt;No more can you hurt anyone&lt;br /&gt;And the fear still shakes me&lt;br /&gt;So hold me, until it sleeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It grips you so hold me&lt;br /&gt;It stains you so hold me&lt;br /&gt;It hates you so hold me&lt;br /&gt;It holds you, holds you, holds you&lt;br /&gt;until it sleeps&lt;br /&gt;until it sleeps&lt;br /&gt;until it sleeps&lt;br /&gt;until it sleeps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't want it, I don't want it, want it, want it, want it, want it, noo..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So tear me open but beware&lt;br /&gt;There's things inside without a care&lt;br /&gt;And the dirt still stains me&lt;br /&gt;So wash me 'till I'm clean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll tear me open make you gone&lt;br /&gt;No longer will you hurt anyone&lt;br /&gt;And the hate still shames me&lt;br /&gt;So hold me&lt;br /&gt;until it sleeps&lt;br /&gt;until it sleeps&lt;br /&gt;until it sleeps&lt;br /&gt;until it sleeps&lt;br /&gt;until it sleeps&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-2009504071174444177?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/2009504071174444177/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=2009504071174444177' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/2009504071174444177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/2009504071174444177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2010/01/metallica-spree.html' title='Metallica spree.'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-3162026315401479811</id><published>2009-10-29T11:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-29T12:40:48.141-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sweden'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Islam'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Left-winged nuts without brains and eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Politics'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='wtf'/><title type='text'>Thoughts on Sweden.</title><content type='html'>I came across this picture today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/Sunh8C6gNTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yXXyYM0RIn8/s1600-h/9031_166496176610_638106610_3334503_7121162_n.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 349px; height: 262px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/Sunh8C6gNTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yXXyYM0RIn8/s400/9031_166496176610_638106610_3334503_7121162_n.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398094050070902066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the guys out there who does not know swedish, it basically means: "All racists who are ready to die for their homeland - Please do"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, while I agree with this to some extent, I also instantly entered Kane mode. Allow me to illustrate:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SuniZg6KygI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9ocZDNxKFoA/s1600-h/Kane.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 341px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SuniZg6KygI/AAAAAAAAAIo/9ocZDNxKFoA/s400/Kane.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398094556338768386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hr-hrm. I agree with them to the extent that it's friggin silly to die over something as insignificant as a geographic location. When it comes to the western values however, like women's rights, children's rights, democracy and above all else, freedom of speech, I beg to differ. I don't care shit for the actual country, but our values are something I -would- die for, because in this craphole of a world I consider those principles Sweden embraces to be the closest to justice there is. Not because I have grown up here, but because I have seen how things are elsewhere, and how things very rapidly are changing. Which brings me to my next point:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When it comes to fellas like the Swedish Democrats (Right-winged party in Sweden known for their shocking ideas about limiting immigration) I personally consider the party to be the lesser evil of the two. With "the two" I mean the radical morons who win votes because immigration is a taboo issue that is never discussed in the already established parties, and Islam.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SunmZatKyMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/P78U853Lyns/s1600-h/article-1220830-06D8F8D3000005DC-601_468x309.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SunmZatKyMI/AAAAAAAAAIw/P78U853Lyns/s400/article-1220830-06D8F8D3000005DC-601_468x309.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398098952720140482" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I mean these happy fellas. Now if I were to choose between these two, I as a person would have to take a few things into consideration. While one is a political party with some extremely silly ideas, the other is a murderous cult bent on world domination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/Sunq7JgxbnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/t00joFFqS6s/s1600-h/Beheadislam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 271px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/Sunq7JgxbnI/AAAAAAAAAI4/t00joFFqS6s/s400/Beheadislam.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398103930266807922" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just a keg full of fun. Now now, I know some people may get upset about this, but I personally think that the first step in abolishing Stone Age dogma would be to make religion open to criticism, and not something you tip-toe around. I mean honestly, imagine for a moment that Islam wasn't a religion, but actually a political party. Imagine me starting it one day, tomorrow for an instance.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Thus in my party program it is written quite clearly, that anyone not part of the party is worth less than those who are in it, and that those who are outsiders should either subject themselves to me, pay a fee for their existence, or die. That those who oppose me should be tortured or killed, that thieves shall get their hands cut off, that women are inferior to men and if they don't behave accordingly, men may hit them. That once my party is in charge, it may never be voted down, and the rules may never be changed because my party and its ideas are holy. Add to this that my party quickly would gain roughly 500.000 members, and that about 50.000 would immigrate every year from other countries - that my fellow party members would give birth to a significantly larger amount of babies than regular citizens, and that society gradually would start addapting to my ideals and demands.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now, tell me anyone who wouldn't put down his or her foot and say that this is fucked up - the name of someone who isn't already brainwashed beyond redemption by this merciless cult.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thoughts of today was sponsored by... me, toodles!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/Sunvij08pNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/A437gyg2Kms/s1600-h/1173416694210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/Sunvij08pNI/AAAAAAAAAJA/A437gyg2Kms/s400/1173416694210.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5398109005392159954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See you next time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-3162026315401479811?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/3162026315401479811/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=3162026315401479811' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/3162026315401479811'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/3162026315401479811'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/10/thoughts-on-sweden.html' title='Thoughts on Sweden.'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/Sunh8C6gNTI/AAAAAAAAAIg/yXXyYM0RIn8/s72-c/9031_166496176610_638106610_3334503_7121162_n.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-6444187361906799118</id><published>2009-09-27T09:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T10:06:56.920-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='over 9000'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='going there'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='mexican'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Wyn'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='work'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Viking'/><title type='text'>Back to work!</title><content type='html'>Zug Zug.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those you may not know about it, I was sick for 2 weeks in what the doctors believe to be swine flu. Once recovering, I returned to my job... only to realize I had a week of vacation ahead of me, starting that day... so I went home again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But now I'm back! Having turned my hours back around (to the correct time that is) I an renewed with energy. Hell, I almost feel like a mexican about to shout the vague and perhaps not too meaningful "ARIBA!", but I'm too busy eating a sandwich to do so. Admittedly having my mouth stuffed to the brim with egg and bread would also make the result half-arsed, and everyone knows that there's a death penalty for shouting mexican phraces at anything less than 110%.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gonna go get some tickets for Inglorious Basterds as well. Fuck yeah, I'm on a roll that is soon reaching over 9000.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/Sr-a98ksKwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PFXofYPQQQg/s1600-h/Viking+of+Disapproval.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/Sr-a98ksKwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PFXofYPQQQg/s400/Viking+of+Disapproval.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386194068381117186" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Get back to whatever you were doing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you insist on reading on: Here's something for you!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You sure?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not too late to turn back!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/Sr-bVEueHAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Ee1smbmp73c/s1600-h/Wyn,+LOOOOOL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 300px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/Sr-bVEueHAI/AAAAAAAAAIY/Ee1smbmp73c/s400/Wyn,+LOOOOOL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5386194465706613762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I DID GO THERE!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-6444187361906799118?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/6444187361906799118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=6444187361906799118' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/6444187361906799118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/6444187361906799118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/09/back-to-work.html' title='Back to work!'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/Sr-a98ksKwI/AAAAAAAAAIQ/PFXofYPQQQg/s72-c/Viking+of+Disapproval.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-1999385134131264785</id><published>2009-09-23T07:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T08:04:31.962-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sonata Arctica'/><title type='text'>Sonata Arctica - Flag in the Ground</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/kObI4XuTR2o&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/kObI4XuTR2o&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sonata Arctica continues their journey down the road of progressive metal. Yet I feel that this song touches back on their roots, in a way that makes it all just so much more delicious:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Lyrics -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leaving my life behind&lt;br /&gt;My young love and the unborn&lt;br /&gt;Only have a lock of her hair...&lt;br /&gt;and burning love inside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After forty work-filled days and sleepless nights,&lt;br /&gt;the sails are lit by the lights of Boston&lt;br /&gt;...and here we go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Off the ship! Towards the adventure,&lt;br /&gt;the one to define our lives.&lt;br /&gt;Daily grind and a tiny room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I got here safe, Love.&lt;br /&gt;I have an address, until spring, then I shall race for the land,&lt;br /&gt;hope to hear from you soon..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her letter reads...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;"Please let me know everything's alright&lt;br /&gt;    Thinking about you, 'though you're out of sight&lt;br /&gt;    every night, when I'm turning in, my tears find me.&lt;br /&gt;    Please hurry, dear, come back and rescue me..."&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Now that I have made the dollars we need for the dream.&lt;br /&gt;The best horse I've ever seen,&lt;br /&gt;a carriage and everything I need...&lt;br /&gt;I will make my way to the great unknown&lt;br /&gt;Every moment I wish you were here with me now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt; "Please let me know everything's alright...."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"No, I'm not a stranger, among the people in here...&lt;br /&gt;Yet I have never felt so alone...                                                                            &lt;br /&gt;At high noon the sound will boom,&lt;br /&gt;and I will start racing for the&lt;br /&gt;land we can call home."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I stuck my...&lt;br /&gt;flag in the ground, screaming 'n shouting,&lt;br /&gt;I've never felt so proud, Love!                                                                              &lt;br /&gt;We are free from eternal serfdom!&lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna bring you home, my light!"        &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"nine, eight, seven, six, counting the days. SOLO!"&lt;br /&gt;"five, four, three, two, together forever! SOLO!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my way into the great unknown                                                                &lt;br /&gt;Land by the river, and a new built home.&lt;br /&gt;I am the land and the land is me&lt;br /&gt;Freedom is everything and we are free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made my way into the great unknown&lt;br /&gt;Land by the river, and a new built home.&lt;br /&gt;Every night, when I'm looking at the full moon rising&lt;br /&gt;I hold you and know that we are free...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- End -&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank you, Sonata Arctica.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-1999385134131264785?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/1999385134131264785/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=1999385134131264785' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/1999385134131264785'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/1999385134131264785'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/09/sonata-arctica-flag-in-ground.html' title='Sonata Arctica - Flag in the Ground'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-7841863841194089480</id><published>2009-09-14T16:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-14T16:48:51.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Things that make me truly weak.</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2phfheLOhPw&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2phfheLOhPw&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look at it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;God damn it, I want 1..... or I guess 20 or so would suffice... yes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-7841863841194089480?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/7841863841194089480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=7841863841194089480' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/7841863841194089480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/7841863841194089480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/09/things-that-make-me-truly-weak.html' title='Things that make me truly weak.'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-4283495414721504287</id><published>2009-09-13T03:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T03:50:48.669-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gamer's Aspect</title><content type='html'>Just a reminder for those gaming interested, and who for some reason have enough time on their hands to read about my opinions on various playable applications:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://gamersaspect.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blog's still up and running :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-4283495414721504287?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/4283495414721504287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=4283495414721504287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/4283495414721504287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/4283495414721504287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/09/gamers-aspect.html' title='Gamer&apos;s Aspect'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-6863618019395613243</id><published>2009-09-13T03:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T03:18:17.383-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Cat plotting to kill you!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SqzGzgqJs_I/AAAAAAAAAHY/-hwocP77WSo/s1600-h/cat+plotting+to+kill+you.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 161px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SqzGzgqJs_I/AAAAAAAAAHY/-hwocP77WSo/s400/cat+plotting+to+kill+you.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5380894243043259378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´m fucked. xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-6863618019395613243?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/6863618019395613243/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=6863618019395613243' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/6863618019395613243'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/6863618019395613243'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/09/cat-plotting-to-kill-you.html' title='Cat plotting to kill you!'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SqzGzgqJs_I/AAAAAAAAAHY/-hwocP77WSo/s72-c/cat+plotting+to+kill+you.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-4052889175871442396</id><published>2009-08-15T08:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-15T09:23:53.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Argument invalid</title><content type='html'>It may come as a surprise to some when I say that I actually like my job. It's hard work, and I drive for a total of 2 hours per day, but damn, it can be fun at times.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fun at times, and annoying at times. I mean, honestly, some of the things people do is just insane. My list of "My-Internet-Does-Not-Work-So-I-Call-In-Fucking-Immediately" list has grown to 4 people. That's 4 staggeringly stupid people whose electric cord had somehow fallen out of the socket. Must be kind of embarassing when you think about it (read: If you've got a functioning brain) and the conversation goes kinda like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Welcome to *censored* Support, what can I help you with?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "My Internet doesn't work (Note the lack of greeting). It just stopped working suddenly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I see. Could I have the social security number of the person who is written on the account?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "You may have a customer number" (Sometimes they just do this to piss you off, I swear)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Alright, that'll do."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: *gives number, ususally said in the same fashion a kid who wants candy will rush through a sentence with the hopes of getting something without putting effort into it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: *finds account, usually being forced to extract the social security number from it seeing the customer gave me the account number for a telephone*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Indeed, I can see a *insert wretched connection here* account that is active. So, what exactly happens sir/ma'am when you try to connect to the Internet?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "Nothing happens!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Doesn't the browser open?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "No no! It says something like, the page cannot be shown"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I see. Are you close to your equipment at present, sir/ma'am?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "Yes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Could you perhaps go take a look at your modem sir/ma'am?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "And do what?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "And please tell me which diodes are on and who appear off."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: *deep sigh* Fine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is followed by otherwise slow movement or trampling. Note that during this entire conversation, there may be kids screaming, dogs barking, cats mewing, music playing or a TV on really fucking loud volume in the background.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "I'm close to it now."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Alright! What lights are shining at present?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: *in an accusing tone* "None of them are!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that some customers may, at this point, start to demand a new modem because this one is "obviously broken".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "I.. see. None of them? I mean, not even the power light?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: *silence, followed by fumbling and eventually a very much confirming sounding ´click´ as a power addapter is put into the wall socket*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: "The power bit wasn't in properly."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "Ah, I see! Well, that should be it then!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Customer: *either thanks me half-heartedly or hangs up*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me: "..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... Four times. I am going to invent something that sends a picture to customers like this. It'll be a very fitting picture, something that puzzles them and perhaps somehow reminds them of their incompetence and general rudeness.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SobgfhuxoRI/AAAAAAAAAGs/VFxwOrXkqfk/s1600-h/Cage+hair.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 344px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SobgfhuxoRI/AAAAAAAAAGs/VFxwOrXkqfk/s400/Cage+hair.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5370226437921022226" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't know, maybe?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hell, I don't know.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-4052889175871442396?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/4052889175871442396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=4052889175871442396' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/4052889175871442396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/4052889175871442396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/08/argument-invalid.html' title='Argument invalid'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SobgfhuxoRI/AAAAAAAAAGs/VFxwOrXkqfk/s72-c/Cage+hair.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-4012307043227165554</id><published>2009-08-09T07:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-09T07:40:35.511-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another blog</title><content type='html'>Got another blog coming up. Figured I'd try to make my gaming-related articles a bit more secluded in case someone wish to look them up, so here you go:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://gamersaspect.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a look at it if you want, no one is forcing you though... :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-4012307043227165554?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/4012307043227165554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=4012307043227165554' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/4012307043227165554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/4012307043227165554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/08/another-blog.html' title='Another blog'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-5880922653051919056</id><published>2009-08-05T12:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-05T12:54:45.496-07:00</updated><title type='text'>... Yes. Yes!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" width="640" height="360" id="gb_player" align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            	&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            	&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            	&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.giantbomb.com/video/video.swf" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            	&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            	&lt;param name="flashvars" value="paramsURI=http%3A//www.giantbomb.com/video/params/1141/?w=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;param name="videoURI" value="http://media.giantbomb.com/video/tr_armyoftwo40d_080409.flv"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            	&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;            	&lt;embed src="http://www.giantbomb.com/video/video.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" width="640" height="360" name="gb_player" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="always" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="paramsURI=http%3A//www.giantbomb.com/video/params/1141/?w=1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            	&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EA might actually just do what they've so long promised!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-5880922653051919056?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/5880922653051919056/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=5880922653051919056' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/5880922653051919056'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/5880922653051919056'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/08/yes-yes.html' title='... Yes. Yes!'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-6587480217994306831</id><published>2009-07-24T16:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-24T16:51:56.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Yes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SmpI6F3h-_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/BYzIIqZTQ5M/s1600-h/Spiderawesome.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 283px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SmpI6F3h-_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/BYzIIqZTQ5M/s400/Spiderawesome.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5362178469182700530" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nothing in particular going on right now. I'm free for 4 wooping days, but aside from that I just wanted to share with you... this awesome picture.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-6587480217994306831?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/6587480217994306831/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=6587480217994306831' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/6587480217994306831'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/6587480217994306831'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/07/yes.html' title='Yes'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SmpI6F3h-_I/AAAAAAAAAGY/BYzIIqZTQ5M/s72-c/Spiderawesome.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-8341240295681634657</id><published>2009-07-20T11:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-20T11:21:30.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'>A good one...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/l4WuwCWpjOY&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1&amp;"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/l4WuwCWpjOY&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1&amp;" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... deserves to be watched again!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-8341240295681634657?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/8341240295681634657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=8341240295681634657' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/8341240295681634657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/8341240295681634657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/07/good-one.html' title='A good one...'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-6119411953178621657</id><published>2009-07-09T08:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-09T08:26:19.577-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Shopping's biggest problem</title><content type='html'>I was thinking about shopping the other day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And yes for the record, I'm bloody getting old, planning my shopping ahead during work. I went through what we needed in my head. The regular stuff, nothing fancy, we were just running low. Milk, butter, some bread, eggs, bit of pasta, perhaps some yogurt and the occasional washing liquid... and toilet paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's when it hit me; toilet paper is probably the most annoying shit to buy! Not because it's heavy or the inevitable space its fat frame will occupy in your shopping bin, nor the hefty price you have to pay for just a few rolls of the damned things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No, toilet paper is annoying to shop simply due to the various brands!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Example, last time I went shopping I went by the shelves and grabbed a rather sizable bale of it before heading for the registers, and only when I had put it onto the damned counter, the title hit me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Soft and caring".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean, what the fuck? Are they expecting me to put that in front of someone with a straight face? Paranoia hit me, from the corner of my eye I could practically see the girl behind the counter smirking. I'm a taken man already so I guess I shouldn't care about my image, but I'll be damned before people start calling me "The Soft and Caring-guy". I swallowed my pride and refrained from putting it on fire, then peaced the fuck out within seconds after paying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus, the next time I went there, I searched the shelves more carefully, planned my strategy. I would not fail a second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Soft and Caring."&lt;br /&gt;"Soft and Comfy."&lt;br /&gt;"Lasts long, and comfortable to boot!"&lt;br /&gt;"Perfumed and soft."&lt;br /&gt;"Smells of summer, and it's caring for your skin!"&lt;br /&gt;"So soft! And natural products only!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where the fuck was "Barbed wire and Crowbar!"? I couldn't find anything even bordering on manly, so I ended up buying a bale made by an unknown company who did not sport a title at all. And quite frankly the bale looked like it had been made by toothless rednecks plagued by a bad case of parkinsons.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SlYL_LPvTxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4x_7B7T_f9I/s1600-h/1177251404762.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SlYL_LPvTxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4x_7B7T_f9I/s320/1177251404762.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5356481986782252818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boromir knows my pain. I'm considering starting up a company that sells toilet paper which reeks of gasoline.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-6119411953178621657?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/6119411953178621657/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=6119411953178621657' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/6119411953178621657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/6119411953178621657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/07/shoppings-biggest-problem.html' title='Shopping&apos;s biggest problem'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SlYL_LPvTxI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/4x_7B7T_f9I/s72-c/1177251404762.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-2972046216034482561</id><published>2009-07-05T02:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-05T02:55:30.128-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Double Fine!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" width="640" height="360" id="gb_player" align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            	&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            	&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            	&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.giantbomb.com/video/video.swf" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            	&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            	&lt;param name="flashvars" value="paramsURI=http%3A//www.giantbomb.com/video/params/979/?w=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;				&lt;param name="videoURI" value="http://media.giantbomb.com/video/tr_brutallegend_070309.flv"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            	&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;            	&lt;embed src="http://www.giantbomb.com/video/video.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" width="640" height="360" name="gb_player" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="paramsURI=http%3A//www.giantbomb.com/video/params/979/?w=1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            	&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The upcoming awesome game, Brütal Legend. A must-watch with Schafer himself giving you a 17 minute tour inside the game I've grown to love simply by watching some damned trailers.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-2972046216034482561?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/2972046216034482561/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=2972046216034482561' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/2972046216034482561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/2972046216034482561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/07/double-fine.html' title='Double Fine!'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-191286405170927106</id><published>2009-06-10T02:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-10T03:17:51.182-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NMB</title><content type='html'>I'm starting a party! Political one, that is, not the funny hat type.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, we could have that as well, but anyway!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eventually that is. I've been thinking about it for years really, and deeming by people's reactions to my political ideas, I say I have a fair chance of getting them votes!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For now it'll be called the NMB Party, may change later, but I'll be listing the essentials here. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toodles!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-191286405170927106?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/191286405170927106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=191286405170927106' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/191286405170927106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/191286405170927106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/06/nmb.html' title='NMB'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-8442557577152123558</id><published>2009-05-27T12:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-27T12:54:37.321-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tired</title><content type='html'>Trying to get used to my bloody work hours. It's going... pretty well, at least in the sense of my job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wake up at approx 06.00, drive a car for roughly 45 minutes, and then spend my time in another town untill 16.00. Once my day is over I have around an hour of travel time home, which means I (if I'm lucky with trafic) get home at around 17.00... Or at least into town.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This has turned me into a social zombie, rendering me practically incapable of any kind of proper communication or light work once I am finally at home. I'm writing this entry at the latest possible hour, as I have to be asleep before 23.00 to even make the day. We're being fed a copious amount of information daily, and I need to be at my best to recieve and understand whatever is thrown my way. I should have, by all standards, read some of the stuff I brought back home, but I honestly cannot find the energy to do so. Aside from that, it's going fairly well at work, and I am actually looking forward to start working for real. Can't be arsed making food for tomorrow either, so I guess it'll be bananas and stuff xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's hope this stuff is as fun as it seems, so that my social bulldozing will not have been in vain. The gods know that the pay won't be worth it xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wish me luck, I friggin need it!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-8442557577152123558?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/8442557577152123558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=8442557577152123558' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/8442557577152123558'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/8442557577152123558'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/05/tired.html' title='Tired'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-733800172717365220</id><published>2009-05-22T08:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T10:44:17.990-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Stuff'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Win'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Win again'/><title type='text'>Job!</title><content type='html'>Holy shit, I have a job!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Story starts last week, I went to an interview about potentially working as IT Support for some random company in some random town. I didn't have much hope for it since what I know about computers I have learned pretty much on my own, but thought that hell, why not give it a shot. So when I was called by them a few days later, and got tasked to be sent as one of the representatives to Transcom (the company), I was slightly surprised, and I also understood that I had passed the first selection, and I also shat a brick.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, my face was probably like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/ShbG37lcYvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/zNOFR7RPD7E/s1600-h/1166984081203.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 368px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/ShbG37lcYvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/zNOFR7RPD7E/s400/1166984081203.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338673072484147954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I drove there, 45 kilometers off, and allowed myself to go through the second selection by being interviewed by the actual company. We were 16 people for the second selection trying to get in, and there were 11 free jobs. Seeing every single bastard who entered either wore glasses or had a briefcase (IE: Looked extremely intellectual) I didn't really bet any money on my success. By some weird twist of fate however, my particular examination was handled by a lady that for some unknown reason immediately seemed to like me. We even spent half an hour afterwards talking about sports and the effect team games had on children.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I exited after about a total of an hour later, sweaty and hungry, jumped into the car, and promptly drove home. Days passed, and it slipped backwards into memory. Then, this thursday, my phone suddenly rang, loud, from under my pillow. I had slept in a position that had rendered my arm numb, so I think I almost broke the display of my phone when I without an ounce of control bashed my open palm against it. A few seconds of fumbling later, I answered it (using my other hand) with a strained "Hello?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got the job. I am to start my education regarding their particlar computer system this monday at 08.00. Now afterwards, considering my state back then, I realize that when I was delivered the news, I devoutedly believe that I looked something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/Shbhh5yajlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BhfBP0c3Sf8/s1600-h/1174037837589.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 272px; height: 272px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/Shbhh5yajlI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BhfBP0c3Sf8/s400/1174037837589.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338702380858510930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which, after some thought (and some milk) quickly turned into this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/ShbfVXB7Q4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/jdBpBWVWg8s/s1600-h/Duke.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 160px; height: 211px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/ShbfVXB7Q4I/AAAAAAAAAFY/jdBpBWVWg8s/s400/Duke.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338699966346642306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untill I at last reached my final form:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/Shbh8Yw08wI/AAAAAAAAAFo/GyUDoeclEGs/s1600-h/1173416694210.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 291px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/Shbh8Yw08wI/AAAAAAAAAFo/GyUDoeclEGs/s400/1173416694210.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5338702835849949954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huzzah!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-733800172717365220?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/733800172717365220/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=733800172717365220' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/733800172717365220'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/733800172717365220'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/05/job.html' title='Job!'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/ShbG37lcYvI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/zNOFR7RPD7E/s72-c/1166984081203.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-1665404974984184868</id><published>2009-05-19T05:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-19T05:15:06.574-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Summing up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/ShKiTTfVkOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/RMA4s1qcrV0/s1600-h/you+failed+as+parents.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 322px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/ShKiTTfVkOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/RMA4s1qcrV0/s400/you+failed+as+parents.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5337506960920383714" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Further comments... not necessary xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-1665404974984184868?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/1665404974984184868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=1665404974984184868' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/1665404974984184868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/1665404974984184868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/05/summing-up.html' title='Summing up!'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/ShKiTTfVkOI/AAAAAAAAAFI/RMA4s1qcrV0/s72-c/you+failed+as+parents.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-8690155032985632097</id><published>2009-05-05T10:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-05T10:49:47.237-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Win'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Awesome'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Humor'/><title type='text'>But we... are brittish!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UWQoK506xkQ&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UWQoK506xkQ&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I see the rising of a new Monty Python xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-8690155032985632097?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/8690155032985632097/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=8690155032985632097' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/8690155032985632097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/8690155032985632097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/05/but-we-are-brittish.html' title='But we... are brittish!'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-7737474892167989826</id><published>2009-04-28T14:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T15:52:49.519-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweden and Rape</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/Sfd4xBO_NhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/8piE_KLaYNw/s1600-h/Burning+SWE.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 266px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/Sfd4xBO_NhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/8piE_KLaYNw/s400/Burning+SWE.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329861467556492818" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A studie funded by the Brussel based EU fund called Daphne II have been made public with worrying but not surprising results, at least not for us enlightened individuals.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Supposedly the act of rape is more common in Sweden than in any other country in the European Union. We have in fact 46 reports of rape per 100.000 citizens, which according to the same study is roughly 5-10% of all rapes committed. IE: A vast majority of all crimes are not reported at all. This is four times the amount of reports compared to our fellow nordic countries, as well as France and Germany. Naturally, judging by the comments made in the study by the scientists and swedish officials, the truth of the study is not shown, but is carefully stepped around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Early sexual debuts, high alcohol consumption, "free sexuality" and the "right to say no" quite simply results in more rapes, the study concludes."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over the past 10 years there's been a 58% increase in reported sex crimes and according to BRÅ (Swedish equalent of a Crimepreventing Council) it is now more statistically probable that you will be sexually assaulted than you'll be robbed while taking a walk.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In all honesty I think nationalism is for twats. Nothing good will really come out of taking too much pride in something, as pride can be a very ugly thing. But what the FUCK Sweden? Stop bowing your heads, turning around and bending over! We're being fucked upp the arse constantly by the same people we're trying to help! Stop being naive! Stop thinking you can change the world for the better by sacrificing yourselves! The politicians who put us where we are won't go down along with the trench warfare that is the future of this country, they will without a doubt take a quick flight out of this shithole and blame their own failure on the people. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/Sfd-JsN-gNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/JhticB9OLOc/s1600-h/Roseng%C3%A5rd+fire.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 307px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/Sfd-JsN-gNI/AAAAAAAAAEo/JhticB9OLOc/s400/Roseng%C3%A5rd+fire.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329867388969976018" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our exaggerated political correctness will be our fucking undoing, and YOU, the same people who are blaming the people born during the 1980:th decade are the ones responsible for burning this country down below it's foundation! Open riots are seen every DAY in Malmö, fires rage untended because the firemen can't reach them, since if they enter the area they'll have rocks thrown at them. Policemen can't enter most areas of Rosengård (The most immigrant riddled place of Sweden) without a second car to fucking GUARD the first one. Reportedly, if they leave their vehicles for more than 5 minutes, they will be vandalized when they come back. Gang-wars, schools being vandalized along with other public buildings, coupled with extremist left-wingers who prowl the night looking for "racists" to beat up, only adds to the chaos. I can't even take a look in a newspaper, or listen to the news on TV without getting pissed off. If it isn't the rights of the regular swede that's taking a beating, it's some fucked up religion getting special previlieges, or crime where the perpetrator gets away so cheaply it's fucking sad, or a politician standing by a podium with a big grin on his face while ranting about the upsides of the European Union. On a side-note, aside from this study noted above, the only positive thing the Union has brought us is an attempt at creating a global measuring system for clothing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, this shit HAS to stop, somehow. I may be voting for the damned party, but I still get unnerved when the SwedenDemocrats win survey after survey amongst the youngsters. Simply because of the fuckup of our past goverments, we will without a doubt have a nationalistic party in the parlament next year. Right-winged sadly...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SfeAwhf6JsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/n7huOVIk41s/s1600-h/valspurt_M.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 234px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SfeAwhf6JsI/AAAAAAAAAE4/n7huOVIk41s/s400/valspurt_M.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329870255130552002" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yes, keep smiling you bastards. Keep blaming the "Lazy youth" for your mistakes. Keep telling us how incompetent we are when you make all the decisions. Keep blaming us for the rape, keep blaming us for the crimes, the badwill, and the ruining of the entire constitution.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You shall see the destruction of this country, when anarchy takes over, when you against your will have to discard your ties, your suits and your luxurous lifestyle... when you come down to my level... you will finally understand that you have truly failed this land, this people, and most of all, yourselves.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will survive untill that point, simply to see the look on your faces.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-7737474892167989826?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/7737474892167989826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=7737474892167989826' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/7737474892167989826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/7737474892167989826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/04/sweden-and-rape.html' title='Sweden and Rape'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/Sfd4xBO_NhI/AAAAAAAAAEg/8piE_KLaYNw/s72-c/Burning+SWE.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-3390905694853257683</id><published>2009-04-24T13:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:14:51.153-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Battlefield'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Win'/><title type='text'>Fuck yeah!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=9,0,0,0" width="640" height="360" id="gb_player" align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            	&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="sameDomain" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            	&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            	&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.giantbomb.com/video/video.swf" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            	&lt;param name="quality" value="high" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            	&lt;param name="flashvars" value="paramsURI=http%3A//www.giantbomb.com/video/params/468/?w=1"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            	&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#000000" /&gt;	&lt;br /&gt;            	&lt;embed src="http://www.giantbomb.com/video/video.swf" quality="high" bgcolor="#000000" width="640" height="360" name="gb_player" align="middle" allowScriptAccess="sameDomain" allowFullScreen="true" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" flashvars="paramsURI=http%3A//www.giantbomb.com/video/params/468/?w=1" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            	&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn right bitches, about time!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-3390905694853257683?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/3390905694853257683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=3390905694853257683' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/3390905694853257683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/3390905694853257683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/04/fuck-yeah.html' title='Fuck yeah!'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-5303328063988621514</id><published>2009-04-23T03:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-23T07:33:25.954-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Win'/><title type='text'>The world's parasites</title><content type='html'>Ladies and Gentlemen, today I finally came to the conclusion that I under no circumstances, by any means, can overcome my bottomless dislike for the Felis catus, the regular cat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Down below I have collected some of the various reasons I dislike cats, and the reason I damn the first person who managed to tame a catlike creature back in the day, all the way to hell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1: The collateral damage.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've done the math. Counting in all the things that have been damaged by being pushed from shelves, bitten, clawed and generally raped in my house, it would have been cheaper to buy a fucking car. That was with one walking typhoon in my house, and then my girlfriend somehow managed to convince me that getting another one was a good idea. So now we have two. I am a weak man!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2: Social Behaviour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Possessing total disregard for everything living and non living, these creatures exist for their own sadistic pleasure only. Be it taking a shit under my bed, clawing the furniture, sodomizing the tapestry, they do it when they have the urge to, and sometimes right in your face. Even when you're sitting hunched over the table with a bowl of porridge you can bet your fucking TITS that those bastards will show up, completely disregard whatever you say or do, and walk straight up to your food to sniff, if not immediately taste it. Any attempts at playing with them will be disregarded, and they'll even look patronizingly at you if you lower your guard in any way, but you know they will play with whatever clothing you're wearing as soon as you're stressed or otherwise in a hurry... or sleeping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3: Behaviour regarding Learning Curves.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If any creature in the world steps in a certain area and it burns their hands/paws whatever, they would step the fuck away and refuse to return in a good while. Perhaps come back in a while to scout out what the hell happened, but never the less keep a good distance between them and said pain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cats don't do this. They stubbornly step in the same spot over 9000 times as if wanting to WILL the fucking spot into being cold. "Excuse me, I own the fucking WORLD, so sharpen up and chill down". Naturally this results in a lot of "Oh my god"'s with my girlfriend rushing with the cat to the bathroom, pouring water over their burnt paws whenever it happens. She will then exit 2 minutes later, bleeding from several places as the cats dislikes water.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hot spot is merely an example. This idea can be applied ANYWHERE at ANY TIME. People say that cats are highly intelligent albeit very stubborn, but not learning that the world will not constantly addapt to them is what I call being a fucking egghead.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4: Deleted due to too much cursing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summed up my dislike for cats can be found in a simple matter of taste. What people consider "AAAWWW THAT'S SO CUTE!" about them gives my neck-wrenching reflexes a beating. It's like the aspect of people disliking Semlas; those who dislike them usually does so due to the marzipan in the middle, which according to me is the best bloody part of the entire thing. You could say that everything people think cats are awesome for would be the reasons for me to dislike them, by the simply matter of, as mentioned earlier, taste. Let's have an example:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SfB5kl9FwII/AAAAAAAAAEY/54MTp8UUSCA/s1600-h/whoah-it-caturday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 391px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SfB5kl9FwII/AAAAAAAAAEY/54MTp8UUSCA/s400/whoah-it-caturday.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327892028749889666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most of you fellas will probably giggle (if not right out, then inside your heads) and at least think "That's a funny looking cat", or "AWWWW!". The only thing this cat bring me would be that I get a terrible itch, an urge to go to ride the elevator all the way to the top of a skyscraper just so the damned creature will fly further when I punt it out the cunting window.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gargh! Regardless, I'll have to somehow survive with the two idiot felines in this house. Aint no use being pissed constantly about them after all, so occasionally I lower my guard for ten minutes or so at a time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After locking them up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-5303328063988621514?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/5303328063988621514/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=5303328063988621514' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/5303328063988621514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/5303328063988621514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/04/worlds-parasites.html' title='The world&apos;s parasites'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SfB5kl9FwII/AAAAAAAAAEY/54MTp8UUSCA/s72-c/whoah-it-caturday.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-3683701509906809926</id><published>2009-03-26T04:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-26T04:58:24.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Forest Turk</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/bzUiA9tjn6E&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/bzUiA9tjn6E&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because a good story deserves to be told again. xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or well, in this case, a good video deserves to be seen again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To all you non-swedish speakers: Essentially the guy is pissed because of the frisbee, despite him and his friends saying it was alright, earlier on, for the camera guy and his friends to throw some. He keeps repeating "Vem vare som kasta!?" which loosely translated would be "Who did the throwing?" (which also became the title of the video) while harassing the camera guy for proof, so they can beat up whoever threw. This video is shot a few years ago on Djäkneberget, a place in my town of Västerås, where graduation was and still is being celebrated per tradition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The immigrant in white clothing (who seem keen on walking like he just shat himself) is a guy from Wenströmska, my old school. After this video became public he got known as the "Forest-Turk" and countless parodies have been made of his behaviour. Sadly, his acting is exactly the same as I've seen and experienced countless of times back at my school, which may explain why my opinions have fluctuated quite a deal throughout the years. Naturally I know that the majority of immigrants are not like this, but it's sadly these annoying bastards that gets caught on tape again and again, and thus goes public.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As an awesome commentor said on the video:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn, these individuals brings disgrace to us arabs who do NOT suffer from ADHD. -.-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, awesome parody:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/t6_S5Ym1Nj4&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/t6_S5Ym1Nj4&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-3683701509906809926?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/3683701509906809926/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=3683701509906809926' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/3683701509906809926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/3683701509906809926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/03/forest-turk.html' title='Forest Turk'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-3579710053818379588</id><published>2009-03-16T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T14:16:17.363-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Hilarity'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Spoof'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome video'/><title type='text'>Sony Release Spoof</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8AyVh1_vWYQ&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8AyVh1_vWYQ&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got this from the messiah, a friend of mine. I don't know what you guys think, but I laughed my arse off xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-3579710053818379588?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/3579710053818379588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=3579710053818379588' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/3579710053818379588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/3579710053818379588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/03/sony-release-spoof.html' title='Sony Release Spoof'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-7076840682827470277</id><published>2009-03-16T02:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-16T02:53:53.065-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watchmen</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2VLA0tg5yI0&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2VLA0tg5yI0&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I want to see this god-damned movie! I know I should read the damned graphic novel first, but damn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-7076840682827470277?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/7076840682827470277/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=7076840682827470277' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/7076840682827470277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/7076840682827470277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/03/watchmen.html' title='Watchmen'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-553195844051154593</id><published>2009-03-13T02:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T03:50:48.142-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rage'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='UN'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Law'/><title type='text'>UN Anti Blasphemy Resolution</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/n53-3QnhxZk&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/n53-3QnhxZk&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple of years ago I remember speaking to an ignorant and naive parent about how things were in Sweden during those days. He claimed it wasn't any different from when he was young, nothing had changed supposedly. As he asked us to go outside, to a party or something ("Instead of sitting in front of those DAMNED computers like you always do"), he actually displayed genuine shock as I told him I didn't feel like getting drunk. He thus spewed forth a part of his naivety by stating "But you don't have to drink to have fun at a party!". Back in his days, you could probably get a few beers and just be happy after that, joking around with your pals and whatnot and play some football. I explained to him, in vain, that nowadays you HAVE to drink at parties, lest people will consider you a boring bastard and continuously try to coax you into tasting their different strange brews. I don't give a shit about what they think about me, I'd tell him, but being the only sober person at a party usually lands you the Nurse role, or it's plain boring with all the idiots around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, I pointed out, things aren't the same as when he was young. I didn't fancy being being mauled by some drunk gang, or a bunch of immigrants wanting my phone, so I told him I prefered the peace and quiet of sitting at home with my computer. This is when the hilarious part started, with him trying to explain to ME how MY society was still built like his. I remember him pointing out that they had dangers of their own to watch out for when he was young, and as I asked him what they were, he pointed out "Pedophiles and whatnot, drug addicts". My answer was of course "Guess what? They haven't gone away either. They're just not half as dangerous as all the other shit out there" where upon a huge debate started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It wrapped down to this: This man wholly supported the European Union without seeing any flaws, he had nothing against the mass immigration as it hadn't even made itself noticable to him (Seeing he lived in the countryside and had horses as a hobby, traveling only from work to the local supermarket to shop, I can understand this), he considered activities based on electronic devices for non-brainers and only those who are underdeveloped socially and/or stupid would endulge themselves in anything like it. He was entirely unaware of the current state of the country, how our schools were, and how things bloody WORKED nowadays, and yet he had a son (my friend) who disliked the turn society had taken as much as me. How the FUCK can you have a son wrapped up in the worst of affairs, and still not know jack shit about even the most foundational parts of it whole?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yeah, back on topic, the part that actually led me to this video. In this case the UN (or for the swedes: FN, which we are part of) represents the naive and just plain moronic father, who when I think about it probably would think this as a great idea anyway. Back then, our conversation kinda went to rack and ruin, and it ended up with me saying that I believed that a natural death for me in this society was a very slim chance. I told him I'd probably die in a trench during the inevitable civil war, if this kept up, to which I got a big smirk as a reply. It actually looked kinda like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/Sbo5lt84g3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/N7E3CnYIqcQ/s1600-h/1231078657151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/Sbo5lt84g3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/N7E3CnYIqcQ/s400/1231078657151.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312622030589821810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's see how long that conceited smirk of his will remain if this law is installed. The first son of a bitch to come to me to carry out a warrant for blasphemy will be plainly punched to death. This would be the single law that could rouse the swedish people, hell even the entire nordic people, and open their eyes to the bullshit going on in the high, tie-circles. I sure as hell hope so, lest will soon find ourselves under religious oppression, successfully throwing us back to square one. All those freedoms bought by the struggles of our non-believing scientists and whatnot will have been in vain, and I do not doubt in the slightest that if this law goes through, mankind will enter a new Dark Age; one that we may very well never recover from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/Sbo6Z1t9ExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XYaC4beFw9k/s1600-h/1198264702987.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 276px; height: 267px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/Sbo6Z1t9ExI/AAAAAAAAAEQ/XYaC4beFw9k/s400/1198264702987.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5312622926027887378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-553195844051154593?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/553195844051154593/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=553195844051154593' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/553195844051154593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/553195844051154593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/03/un-anti-blasphemy-resolution.html' title='UN Anti Blasphemy Resolution'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/Sbo5lt84g3I/AAAAAAAAAEI/N7E3CnYIqcQ/s72-c/1231078657151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-4171985176424185640</id><published>2009-03-08T18:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T18:57:37.432-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Gamer's Low</title><content type='html'>Something happened to me today that haven't happened in a good damn while. After doing the usual cleaning and whatnot, I sat down in front of me good old computer for some quality time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No. Gaming.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Things started off pretty decently, seeing I had a wide range of games to choose from, and in the end I squared in on Civilization 4. I sat down, and played for perhaps a few hours. I found myself getting frustrated time and time again, eventually playing at least 5 games, and countless ones where I didn't even let one turn pass before going back to the menu. Eventually I quit playing it and went onto DoW 2, where I finally understood what the problem was thanks to the ever-present elitist multiplayer mode.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I sucked. I really fucking sucked at gaming today, and I just didn't know why. I was all "Hey, why is my unit cap so roomy?" only to notice that my entire army on the other side of the map had been obliterated while I was trying to do something with my commander. All the hotbuttons were gone from my head, and this comes from a guy that still has the B+E keyset memorized from the Age of Empires days. Hell I remember ALL the Doom cheats and the trick for free and rapid repairs in the first Command and Conquer, so why not DoW 2?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sure I slept roughly 4 hours from 5 in the morning, but that has never really made me suck this badly before. This shit just blows my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best scenario says I'm just in a bad rythm thanks to a lack of proper food and sleep, which I must say is highly probable as I'm feeling a bit under the ice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst case scenario is that I'm losing my "touch" of RTS, or gaming in general, and that I'll end up becoming an electronics-hating amish in a few years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jesus, I fucking hate losing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-4171985176424185640?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/4171985176424185640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=4171985176424185640' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/4171985176424185640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/4171985176424185640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/03/gamers-low.html' title='Gamer&apos;s Low'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-5364693789454327882</id><published>2009-03-08T07:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-08T07:34:03.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>#142934 +(9487)- [X]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;docsigma2000: jesus christ man&lt;br /&gt;docsigma2000: my son is sooooooo dead&lt;br /&gt;c8info: Why?&lt;br /&gt;docsigma2000: hes been looking at internet web sites in fucking EUROPE&lt;br /&gt;docsigma2000: HE IS SURFING LONG DISTANCE&lt;br /&gt;docsigma2000: our fucking phone bill is gonna be nuts&lt;br /&gt;c8info: Ooh, this is bad. Surfing long distance adds an extra $69.99 to your bill per hour.&lt;br /&gt;docsigma2000: ...!!!!!! FUCK FUCK FUCK&lt;br /&gt;docsigma2000: is there some plan we can sign up for???&lt;br /&gt;docsigma2000: cuz theres some cool stuff in europe, but i dun wanna pauy that much&lt;br /&gt;c8info: Sorry, no. There is no plan. you'll have to live with it.&lt;br /&gt;docsigma2000: o well, i ccan live without europe intenet sites.&lt;br /&gt;docsigma2000: but till i figure out how to block it hes sooooo dead&lt;br /&gt;c8info: By the way, I'm from Europe, your chatting long distance.&lt;br /&gt;** docsigma2000 has quit (Connection reset by peer)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Americans xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A source of entertainment on IRC at times.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-5364693789454327882?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/5364693789454327882/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=5364693789454327882' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/5364693789454327882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/5364693789454327882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/03/142934-9487-x-docsigma2000-jesus-christ.html' title=''/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-2344110704623966121</id><published>2009-03-07T07:18:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-07T07:19:44.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Richard Dawkins</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/DuStSHFTcZs&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/DuStSHFTcZs&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regarding Kurt Wise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is actually a very touching video. If you're reading this, please watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-2344110704623966121?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/2344110704623966121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=2344110704623966121' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/2344110704623966121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/2344110704623966121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/03/richard-dawkins.html' title='Richard Dawkins'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-6406225202952856972</id><published>2009-03-05T11:26:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T12:19:49.460-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Review'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DoW2'/><title type='text'>Review: Dawn of War 2</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SbAoNJSjMCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DOUUke4jlbg/s1600-h/1215000527782.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SbAoNJSjMCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DOUUke4jlbg/s400/1215000527782.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309788166966947874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For too long have we starved for a game that makes war feel like actual bloody war, where a battlefield essentially can be picked assunder and rendered into a dead, flat and cratered field. A game in which there is no cutting back on the ammo, and where the "strategy" aspect is employed in the sense of countering someone's counter of your counter; not who is the best at rushing his enemy as early as possible and winning cheap victories. Enough ranting, review.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dawn of War 2 delivers a solid if a bit short campaign that is an absolute blast taking on with a friend utilizing the co-op mode, as well as a well balanced and responsive multiplayer experience. The campaign is played and viewed from the eyes of the Blood Ravens, who find their recruitment worlds under attack by various foes. As the story progress more and more is revealed about the sector, what foes you are facing and eventually the tasks that needs to be done to make everything right. Aside from the actual storyline there are a massive bit of sidequests that usually means you'll have to defend a point of interest or take out a particularly deadly foe, all of these missions lands you extra experience and is generally worth going out of your way to complete. The campaign sadly lets you play only as the Space Marines and does not undertake any other race's view on the situation, but seeing how well made it actually is, you would need at least one or two more games to create campaigns for the other races of equal quality. All in all, the campaign lets you experience all four of the races in the game, the Marines for playing, and the Eldar, Orks and Tyranids for cannonfodder. Regarding cooperative mode, one player will control 2 squads instead of the usual 4, effectively making the game easier by requiring less micro and just having to concentrate on keeping 50% of the avaliable firepower alive. I don't think I need to dwell on this particular function, but I can say that controlling two squads each makes for a great experience that truly gets brilliant as you traverse the system's difficulties together, especially if you use voicechat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you play your squads will level up in a classic RTS fashion, each of them capable of climbing 4 different branches that will grant them different abilities and inevitably specialize them in the field of your choice. Through this you will find that you customize your squads according to your playstyle, and I must say it is pretty nice to see how squads behave just like you want them to. On to this you will pick up at least one piece of wargear per mission which you can equip your squads with in between missions. This gear ranges from sniper rifles, upgrades of your current gear and explosives to specialized gear such as beacons for deep-striking, warbanners and terminator armor is avaliable... just think 40k in all its glory. Personally I went into a frenzy and completed every single secondary objective I could reach and thus landed myself a lot of gear, being the loot-hungry bastard I am. Equipping the gear you earn carries a satisfying feeling on its own, but seeing your new stuff in action is just brilliant with new weapons packing a visibly more potent punch and armor obviously doing you good in the sense of your healthbar dropping less rapidly. All in all the campaign is a well made, fun experience with replay value. Personally, this is all I can ask for in an RTS game when it comes to offline content.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With RTS games comes the regular path-finding issues of course, but that is rarely seen, if only once a few games, in Dawn of War 2. This becomes evident especially in multiplayer as the controls proves to be tight and easy with cover being handed really well and the units moving to the correct side of it depending on which direction they're being shot at from. Balance amongst the four races is no issue, but Eldar players tend to whine the most both in terms of the game and on the forums, but despite that the community online is pretty nice. Unlike in the Beta, the matchmaking system actually works nowadays, a relief as you could get teamed up against opponents that greatly outmatched you in both skill and experience back then, something that rarely, if ever, occurs since the release. Relic also shows a rare ability of listening to the players in terms of gameplay and balance, and good ideas posted on the forums may actually be awarded with variations or perhaps even straight adaptions in the patches released. While there are very few maps, the ones avaliable are very well balanced and thought through with great placement of resource points, cover and garrisonable buildings. Considering you face off against human opponents, one experience is never like the next, even if you play the same map for the 20:th time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On to all this, the game is actually beautiful with rich (and practically fully destructive) environments with an almost ludicrous amount of detail. Explosions are on-spot, along with buildings toppling over due to orbital bombardment, craters forming and whatever beauty Relic can bring you. Sounds are great, albeit with the occasional corny comments during the campaign, but order acknowledgements and all in-game sounds hits home with even the bolter sounds being adequate, something that has never happened in a 40k game up to date.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped up, Dawn of War 2 is a game that feels and breathes Warhammer 40.000. It is a great addition to the RTS genre with its more tactical approach, and while vastly different from its predecessor it delivers an experience that without any doubt is worthy of the brand Dawn of War.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-6406225202952856972?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/6406225202952856972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=6406225202952856972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/6406225202952856972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/6406225202952856972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/03/review-dawn-of-war-2.html' title='Review: Dawn of War 2'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SbAoNJSjMCI/AAAAAAAAAEA/DOUUke4jlbg/s72-c/1215000527782.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-6918907082352107178</id><published>2009-03-05T08:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T08:52:51.145-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Finding people you hate, online.</title><content type='html'>It's friggin easy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.youtube.com/user/PIMPINHOES8888&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Take a look at this fellas page.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A real good look.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now look me square in the eye and tell me that you don't want to elaboratedly and very slowly treat his body, face in particular, with a sledgehammer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Youtube in particular is a cesspool of idiots. The relationship between me and youtube is pretty much like the thing Janny has with disgusting videos and whatnot. It hurts the fucking soul, but you can't help but look at it. And in my case, rage about it. The gods know I'm way too easy to piss off nowadays. This is largely due to the fact that each time I manage to reach a new level of calm and serenity, I seem to subconciously challenge nature to make a better idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And it WILL make a better idiot. Everytime I read something one day, it is trumphed by the dreaded "tomorrow". I've lost faith in everything that is not purely scientific, especially my common man.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah, which reminds me. We were at a kind of work fair today. Went up early to get there, managed to just barely overtake a bastard and place myself first in line. Just a second later, people started streaming from friggin EVERYWHERE. I'm talking a sea of people popping up from behind cars, containers, telephone poles, but in particular rounding those nasty corners of buildings. Naturally anyone who arrived would walk straight past the line and tug at the doors, then look around confusedly as it refuse to budge.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They haven't opened yet?" They'd ask me. I was really tempted saying "Of course they have. They've locked the door for the particular pleasure of pissing you off. Also, the roughly 100 people here lined up for the doors aren't really interested in getting inside, we're just standing here because it's fucking hilarious."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But I didn't, instead a "No, they open at 12" had to do. With a strained, possibly requires-to-go-to-the-loo, expression on my face I'd tell this to every moron who obviously have not grasped the fine mechanics of a normal queue. I really need to learn how to addopt this facial expression:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SbACt_jCTFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cPEUy4WmkI0/s1600-h/1235562031676.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 323px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SbACt_jCTFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cPEUy4WmkI0/s400/1235562031676.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309746949845568594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least then I'd avoid getting, even if polite, idiotic questions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean imagine that shit. "Excuse me sir-" *turns around partially to look at*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd at least shove the responsibility of answering stupid questions to someone else, untill they learn how to mimic me. Eventually, every sane or at least sensible person will look like the picture above. Ahhh, the perfect world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wait what&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-6918907082352107178?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/6918907082352107178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=6918907082352107178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/6918907082352107178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/6918907082352107178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/03/finding-people-you-hate-online.html' title='Finding people you hate, online.'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SbACt_jCTFI/AAAAAAAAAD4/cPEUy4WmkI0/s72-c/1235562031676.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-2964728168515244464</id><published>2009-03-01T18:59:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T18:59:56.334-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What the hell?</title><content type='html'>http://www.theflatearthsociety.org/forum/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These people, thanks to religious study, actually think, in all honesty, without blinking or smiling, that the earth is FLAT.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... I don't think I need to dwell on this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-2964728168515244464?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/2964728168515244464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=2964728168515244464' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/2964728168515244464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/2964728168515244464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/03/what-hell.html' title='What the hell?'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-4648780001079222683</id><published>2009-03-01T16:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T16:48:25.710-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My Bible</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/h2SGIzjgXzI&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/h2SGIzjgXzI&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Need I say more? Bloody hell, whoever hit the breaks like an idiot in the middle of a motorway back then deserves my boot so far up his ass he'd choke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've only seen you once so far Sonata, a carcrash fecked up my second attempt, but this fight is not over!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just need to get my licence back the... 20:th of April as well.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-4648780001079222683?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/4648780001079222683/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=4648780001079222683' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/4648780001079222683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/4648780001079222683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/03/my-bible.html' title='My Bible'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-7766035253862042027</id><published>2009-03-01T01:56:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T02:39:39.770-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Atheism'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='awesome video.'/><title type='text'>LoR</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;League Of Reason&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://leagueofreason.forums-free.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Join the league of reason. Learn of the stress religion forces on the common man, support those who have a hard time with it, and just mainly grow more enlightened in your pursuit for greater knowledge. These forums are absolutely brilliant, and the people there are extremely friendly and willing to share their experiences. It's like a public but anonymous welfare office, and while there is the regular atheist leetkid who goes "I HAET RELIGION LUZL!" those mostly get brushed off and ignored. It's a forum for serious discussion and sharing of events, not to just plainly spread propaganda and/or ones own inane thoughts. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/FRb2OKPBswM&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/FRb2OKPBswM&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is interesting as well.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am aware that the US is Jesusland, but there are specks of hope in there who reach out and try to find like-minded individuals in and outside of their country. Be it youtube, blogging, personal messaging, WoW or whatever, I believe the right thing to do is is to answer these people with outmost respect and explain to them that the outside world is not quite as plagued as their own.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Responding to Marv's massive answer on my previous post:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd say that the only trait religion shares with atheism is, as you say, that people on both sides can act moronicly. Religion is religion, atheism is a stance on religion. What I meant with not collecting stamps being a hobby was that what people practically say by calling atheism a religion is that by simply having a stance on something you get involved with it and branded the same. If me saying "I don't believe in god" in this case makes me religios from their point of view, then naturally saying "I think collecting stamps is nerdish, I don't think I'd like it" means I am a hobbyist in the same area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I find it hard to connect disapproving of stamps collecting and disapproving of religion, as I find people slowly undermining and destroying the foundation that modern society is based on to be much more threatening than someone who rather fancies collecting small pieces of paper. It is simply not the same. Wrapped up, everything that does not concern the actual topic of atheism and religion is shared by both sides, that we're simple men, on opposing sides and fighting for something we believe is right. The biggest difference is that while religious people hate having faults pointed out, science is more than happy for being corrected. It's what makes science into science after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Offense is what people take when they can't take argument." ~ Richard Dawkins &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe you're failing to see my point on atheism. Let's just look away from the jesus-screamers and atheist-mongers below 15 years of age, and look at the big picture. People who are atheists are mostly those who are relying solemnly on science for their answers. Seeing how religion, if given enough leverage, negates if not completely disregards science, theism of course scares the living hell out of us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As for the scapegoat argument, religion aren't really the innocent bystanders that the big evil crowd of "people" (atheists) have turned for next to assault due to lack of a better target at the bottom of the pecking order. Religion actively attack us, our free speech, our rights and everything that has made western civilization what it is today. It may be a dark, gritty society with both physical and economic criminality, but at least it is branded as such over here. In communities, Atheists have been branded as the most disliked minority of the world, studies having shown that theists prefer another theist, even of a different faith, over someone who does not believe at all. In various countries, the US included, you may not hold office positions if you do not believe in god, nor can you testify in court as you swear on the bible and god. You may get kicked out of schools, lose your job, lose your friends and family from simply not believing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Everyone is entitled his or her own opinion, and I may totaly disagree with your words, but I would defend to death your right to say them. Atheism however is something I consider worth fighting for, for while science and lack of religion may "rob us of a greater purpose", I can bet my life on that Man can just invent a new one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We did in the past after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/wbIa9fZuTFA&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/wbIa9fZuTFA&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I actually consider this one, even if its origin is german and I can't understand shit of the text written, to be very catchy. :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-7766035253862042027?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/7766035253862042027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=7766035253862042027' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/7766035253862042027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/7766035253862042027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/03/lor.html' title='LoR'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-4491292127327003663</id><published>2009-02-25T09:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-25T09:49:40.408-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Religion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fail'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Win'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Idol'/><title type='text'>Quote of the day.</title><content type='html'>I have a new idol.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"God is the immemorial refuge of the incompetent, the helpless, the miserable. They find not only sanctuary in His arms, but also a kind of superiority, soothing to their macerated egos: He will set them above their betters."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- H.L. Mencken&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As well as this fella:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/UY-ZrwFwLQg&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/UY-ZrwFwLQg&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can't help but swinging random stuff around on my blog (It's what it's for I guess), but lately I've gotten involved in many an argument regarding religion. In particular theists trying to turn the tables and attack by saying "atheism is a religion too!". Well if atheism is a religion then I guess NOT collecting stamps is a hobby.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awesome, this means I have many hobbies.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-4491292127327003663?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/4491292127327003663/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=4491292127327003663' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/4491292127327003663'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/4491292127327003663'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/02/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote of the day.'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-7340280725467895689</id><published>2009-02-24T07:00:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-24T07:27:35.506-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WDPLAC</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxtbcOEtpoE&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sxtbcOEtpoE&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The entire movie is awesome (part of a series as you may figure out), but the part at 08.40 about Harry Potter made me laugh so hard I thought I was going to choke.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-7340280725467895689?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/7340280725467895689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=7340280725467895689' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/7340280725467895689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/7340280725467895689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/02/wplac.html' title='WDPLAC'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-3674557151292917268</id><published>2009-02-22T08:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T08:56:09.302-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/C6XSBay8zvk&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/C6XSBay8zvk&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;0:52&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the mighty Imperium of Man came the Imperial Guard, there to secure Kronus for the Glory of the God-Emperor!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While I'm in over my ears in DoW 2 at the moment, I think we should never forget the greatness of past glories :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-3674557151292917268?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/3674557151292917268/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=3674557151292917268' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/3674557151292917268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/3674557151292917268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/02/blog-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-5998540092186393752</id><published>2009-02-20T04:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-20T04:40:27.711-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fail'/><title type='text'>When things go down the shitter</title><content type='html'>Guo_Si&gt; Hey, you know what sucks?&lt;br /&gt;TheXPhial&gt; vaccuums&lt;br /&gt;Guo_Si&gt; Hey, you know what sucks in a metaphorical sense?&lt;br /&gt;TheXPhial&gt; black holes&lt;br /&gt;Guo_Si&gt; Hey, you know what just isn't cool?&lt;br /&gt;TheXPhial&gt; lava?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I may have failed to mention that I got a letter from the Driving Licence Unit of Sweden just a week ago. It stated that I may get an official warning for the accident I was involved in back in 2008, or in worst cases, temporary supsension of my licence. I sent in my reasons for needing a lisence, knowing that a warning is usually issued this way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Imagine my surprise as I got an answer today that said I was to leave my licence to the personell at their office ASAP and that I was facing a 2 month suspension. I know Sweden's pretty fucked up when it comes to court and law and whatnot, but this is just fucking stupid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So yeah, I won't be allowed to drive a car untill the 20:th April because some nut decided that it would be an awesome idea to hit the brakes at max in the middle of a high-trafficed motorway. The asshole in front of me in the accident (We were a total of 4 cars involved) refused to tell me if he had ran into the person in front of him before I hit him. So thus, naturally the entire accident was blamed on me, and this is the punishment I get for giving 3 other cars their respective damage.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blame it on te young, blame it on the reckless. Shame not all of us drive like maniacs.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shame I don't. Then at least this would have been justified and I'd bite the apple no matter how sour it was, knowing it was my fault.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweden, Fuck You.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-5998540092186393752?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/5998540092186393752/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=5998540092186393752' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/5998540092186393752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/5998540092186393752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/02/when-things-go-down-shitter.html' title='When things go down the shitter'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-9100293741209238620</id><published>2009-02-17T06:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-17T10:33:23.536-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Eldar rant</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SZraxLtgkKI/AAAAAAAAADg/OfxYYBl5dss/s1600-h/1168705772801.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 214px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SZraxLtgkKI/AAAAAAAAADg/OfxYYBl5dss/s400/1168705772801.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303792049674293410" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Honestly, what the hell is up with Eldar players anyway? I browsed the DoW 2 forums today and decided against my better judgement to actually peek into their branch, just to see what they were doing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To my great surprise, there was a noticable amount of whine from their part, even compared to the Space Marine forums. This fact, when taking into account that roughly 41% (Actual Relic statistics avaliable on their homepage, look it up) of all players in the Beta played Space Marines, just baffled me. The Eldar are leading the ladder, they're the top race in Win/Loss ratio and generally the most overpowered race in the game, yet all this fucking whining?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I noticed by checking dates that depending on what kind of tactics were employed and descovered, the Eldar players would change their whining. Marines are OP, Tyranids are OP today, now it's the Ork Commando, then back to Assault Space Marines, a bit about the Razorback, back to ASM. They also have the knack of being on ALL other forums, furiously slandering anyone who dares mentioning Eldar requiring a nerf in any way. The most stupid statement I read from an Eldar player was something of the lines of "Well Eldar are supposed to be overpowered, they are the superior race in the universe and SHOULD win by all standards. Only a lucky opponent should win against them, or if the Eldar player screws up completely, like in the lore."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, why don't we employ the novel-version of the Marine then? Jesus, what idiocy. Though let's not get hasty. Let's settle down and think rationally, where this problem is originated.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have Relic truly failed in making the Eldar "Eldar-like"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are all other races simply there to be toys for the Eldar to handle?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is the game truly unbalanced? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or is the Eldar gathering just a large cesspool of arrogant bitches with superiority-inferiority complexes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what irks me to no end about Eldar as a race... It appears as if the arrogance of the race itself kinda rubs off on the ones who play them. This inane elf-loving coupled with utter disregard of lore and a fair deal of ignorance makes anyone who has Legolases instead of eyes a fucking pain to even talk to. Hell I even had an Eldar player trying to point out IRL to me that the Imperium stands for the biggest screw-up in the game, ever, with the Emperor getting stuck on his Throne and all. Never mind the Eldar's arrogance and just plain nature having created an entirely new Chaos god. Also, don't mind the large purple hole in the universe. You know, the one the Imperium is guarding with tenacity (Cadia), so Chaos can't spew forth and do whatever they want out in the open? Never mind that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hail the craftworlds and the superior technology of the Eldar race.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fail to see how you can actually like a race that is a bunch of stuck-up, arrogant idiots who have failed so hard in the past that it fucked up the very fabric of space. How you can admire a race that got everything they have for free, even their existence in itself? They fire shurikens, run like a bunch of faggots and stick their noses into business that is NEVER their own. They turn tail and run on the smallest notion of danger, prefering to trick enemies into fighting one another if not to pursue their own agendas then just for fun. Most of the Eldar fanboys devotedly believe the Eldar are the only "Good" race in the 40k universe, when in truth there is none.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only cool part of their entire race is their god, Kaela Mensha Khaine... who is helping their asses only because he killed an old stuck-up Eldar called Eldanesh back in the day, and now owes them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SZrr86PdAFI/AAAAAAAAADw/i62vjcuUdGk/s1600-h/Eldarfags.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SZrr86PdAFI/AAAAAAAAADw/i62vjcuUdGk/s400/Eldarfags.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303810942840930386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still, what can one do but simply keeping up the fight against the never-ending whine of moronic Eldar lovers? We who stem the tide of the mutant, the beast, the heretic?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only right thing to do is to put our foot down when those pesky elf-lovers open their mouths.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No Pity!&lt;br /&gt;No Remorse!&lt;br /&gt;No Fear!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SZrpXWC7d1I/AAAAAAAAADo/dO7ri524ui8/s1600-h/Black+Templar+Marine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 267px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SZrpXWC7d1I/AAAAAAAAADo/dO7ri524ui8/s400/Black+Templar+Marine.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303808098446309202" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDIT:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you have enough time, and for some strange reason wants to get pissed off, read what these cunts are writing in this thread:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://community.dawnofwar2.com/viewtopic.php?f=33&amp;t=921&amp;st=0&amp;sk=t&amp;sd=a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Look in particular for Zahr Dalsk's posts, who is an Eldar fanboy down to the core and whoms butthurt knows no bounds. He keeps slandering and bullshitting his way through every single argument and refuse to regard anything you can read as proof unless it benefits him and his side of the argument. Here's a typical quote of his, after someone has refered to the Eldar as "posh":&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Posh is an adjective meaning either: associated with the upper classes, or stylish, elegant, exclusive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lower classes would of course malign the term to make themselves feel better."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My only reason to not rage this BAAW'ing motherfucker's ass off is due to the topic having dropped to page 8, and I don't feel like waking it up so that more idiots can express their inane opinion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-9100293741209238620?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/9100293741209238620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=9100293741209238620' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/9100293741209238620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/9100293741209238620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/02/eldar-rant.html' title='Eldar rant'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SZraxLtgkKI/AAAAAAAAADg/OfxYYBl5dss/s72-c/1168705772801.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-6686821444774382597</id><published>2009-02-16T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T04:20:36.427-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Win'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Kickass'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Dawn of War 2'/><title type='text'>3 days remaining...</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/f0m28yz6kmg&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/f0m28yz6kmg&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can barely friggin wait!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-6686821444774382597?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/6686821444774382597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=6686821444774382597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/6686821444774382597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/6686821444774382597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/02/3-days-remaining.html' title='3 days remaining...'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-3959589116798779655</id><published>2009-02-12T06:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T06:22:00.567-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Serious Win</title><content type='html'>In a world where fail usually reigns, where the leetkid, the moron and the illiterate runs the show, there are a few glimmers of hope amongst all the trash.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/6PEU_201IfI&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/6PEU_201IfI&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="480" height="295"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this is not win, then I don't know what is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck yeah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-3959589116798779655?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/3959589116798779655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=3959589116798779655' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/3959589116798779655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/3959589116798779655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/02/serious-win.html' title='Serious Win'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-4493430608138163078</id><published>2009-02-11T03:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-11T03:41:34.978-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Irony</title><content type='html'>Occasionally there pops up stuff on TV that is so extremely ironic that you can't help but perform ye goode olde facepalm. Excuse me...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SZK0gjTlKHI/AAAAAAAAADA/cTPZ7lwHIZc/s1600-h/1177250713564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 253px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SZK0gjTlKHI/AAAAAAAAADA/cTPZ7lwHIZc/s320/1177250713564.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301498182694676594" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There we go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, there is of course a reason for the facepalm: There is a girl that's gotten famous through one of the many inane reality shows of this country, her name, Linda Rosing. Big Brother made her famous, if I remember correctly. Her name is known to many swedes due to the press' ability to just spam the shit out of us as soon as the smallest change happens in her life. Nevermind the crisis in the middle east, the millions of people starving or impending nuclear war, we've got Rosing dancing on a table in oldtown Stockholm!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In fact, instead of trying to explain her incredibly shallow and superficial self, I'm just going to post a picture of her and you can decide for yourselves what kind of person she is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SZK1vMwUOVI/AAAAAAAAADI/alTg74B1Dx0/s1600-h/Rosing.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 210px; height: 273px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SZK1vMwUOVI/AAAAAAAAADI/alTg74B1Dx0/s320/Rosing.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301499533850851666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think you know what kind of personality I'm implying here. Anyway, the irony this woman brings is that she's kept whining constantly in the press, on TV, on the Internet in her god-damned blog and whatnot, about not being able to find a boyfriend that wants her for being her. Obviously becoming a celibrity through plastic surgery and flashing your tits to everyone made you seem like a barbie doll instead of an actual human. Well imagine that...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;THE IRONY is that she now has, in a fit of desperation obviously, started a TV show called "The Right for Rosing" in which she and her parents will plow through the insane amount of puberty afflicted teenagers, older men who just wants to spend their later years properly, immigrants who just wants a superficial blonde to bang, and just about any guy in the country who wants to get inside her pants (Which deeming by the general population level of intelligence and tendency of sticking to mainstream, is just about everyone). From these they will attempt to actually find someone who is genuinely in love with the woman for her personality and not in fact her balloon breasts, and hopefully not trying to marry her out of pity.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SZK4q8ADV7I/AAAAAAAAADY/Uf5pFVK8nTg/s1600-h/rosingbimbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 216px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SZK4q8ADV7I/AAAAAAAAADY/Uf5pFVK8nTg/s320/rosingbimbo.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5301502759168858034" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheers on you too, bitch. You'll need all the help you can get, but being drunk may be the one thing to get you through this excruciatingly stupid idea of yours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All hail the Balloonwoman...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-4493430608138163078?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/4493430608138163078/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=4493430608138163078' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/4493430608138163078'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/4493430608138163078'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/02/irony.html' title='Irony'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SZK0gjTlKHI/AAAAAAAAADA/cTPZ7lwHIZc/s72-c/1177250713564.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-5592069783926102733</id><published>2009-02-05T12:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-05T13:01:45.505-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='List'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='random rant'/><title type='text'>List-thingies</title><content type='html'>Since everyone seems to post lists of random questions on their blogs, I have taken the liberty to copy (And translate) it to mine so that you may marvel at the strange answers that I may present to thee.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;01. Do you turn your cellphone off before sleeping?&lt;br /&gt;No, I'd probably sleep for a week if it wasn't thanks to my alarm clock.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;02. Who was the last person to see you naked?&lt;br /&gt;Santa. He sees all. HE'S WATCHING.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;03. How did you look as a person during your Secondary School years?&lt;br /&gt;I wore training clothes 24/7, yes sometimes when I was sleeping as well. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;04. How will you look in 20 years?&lt;br /&gt;Probably the same, but with laser eyes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;05. How were you during day-care as a child?&lt;br /&gt;I accidentally threw bananas at a guy that was bigger than me. I was very calm after that.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;06. How are you as a co-worker?&lt;br /&gt;Down-to-earth, stubborn and hard working. Sometimes annoying as fuck because I have a certain knack of hating people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;07. Do you have cellulites?&lt;br /&gt;Not that I know of.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;08. Do you have the bad habbit of biting your nails?&lt;br /&gt;I peel 'em off when they get too long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;09. Do you have any handicaps?&lt;br /&gt;Yes... I eat a lot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. Are you afraid of acquiring flap-jacks?&lt;br /&gt;Hahah- no.. I-hahaha. Love that word.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11. Do you believe god is a man or a woman?&lt;br /&gt;Do we really want to start this issue here? If God exists, it's a man. Women are too compassionate to have created man in the first place.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12. Do you curse?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, sadly. It's more of a bad habit than a lacking vocabulary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13. Are you nice to Jehovas Witnesses?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I politely point out that I follow a faith different from theirs, and they just refuse to give me their posters afterwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;14. How homosexual are you on a scale of 1 to 10?&lt;br /&gt;:&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;15. Do you believe in aliens?&lt;br /&gt;My Faith lies with the Emperor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;16. If you were forced to eat a certain dish for the rest of your life, what would it be?&lt;br /&gt;Probably something with a lot of meat in it. Can't specify here, too much tasty meat...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;17. Which food would be the biggest mistake to treat you to?&lt;br /&gt;Fish... I mean those in rolls and the strange, white sauce. I like fish aside from those nasty abominations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;18. Have you been arrested?&lt;br /&gt;No, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;19. Do you lie?&lt;br /&gt;Sometimes when it is necessary.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;20. Have you kissed a police?&lt;br /&gt;... No? What kind of question is that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;21. Are you afraid of Securitas?&lt;br /&gt;I would be if I was doing illegal shit. Then again, I'm not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;22. Do you have anything that you hide/cover up?&lt;br /&gt;Not that I know of. Depends what for whom. I mean it's not like the first thing I do when I meet a guy is scream "I HAVE PSORIASIS!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;23. What do you have on your keychain?&lt;br /&gt;KEYS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;24. Are you / Have you been married?&lt;br /&gt;Not yet, lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;25. Would you get up at 3 in the night to get your boy/girlfriend from the bar?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, undoubtedly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;26. Can you fix bikes?&lt;br /&gt;With some good amount of curses, yes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;27. Can you fix cars?&lt;br /&gt;Depends on the problem. I know a few things though.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;28. Do you overtake at times?&lt;br /&gt;Often. :&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;29. Can you bake bread?&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I actually can! Behold my confession!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30. Do you know how to successfully defrost a refigerator?&lt;br /&gt;I could probably figure it out... and mess shit up, before eventually learning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;31. What series on the TV would you like to actually live in?&lt;br /&gt;Scrubs, or Heroes. xD I'd like to shake hands with Doctor Cox.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-5592069783926102733?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/5592069783926102733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=5592069783926102733' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/5592069783926102733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/5592069783926102733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/02/list-thingies.html' title='List-thingies'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-8136335289643483934</id><published>2009-02-03T10:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-03T10:49:57.392-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Fashion'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rant'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Murder under excused circumstances.'/><title type='text'>Music</title><content type='html'>Lately I've gotten a few questions regarding exactly what kind of music I like. Essentially, yours truly (As in me, Ash) appreciate everything between heaven and earth, except rap/hip-hop/RnB. My main music lies with the metal however, but seeing metal kind of differs greatly depending on what band you choose, I'll give you a typical example of my current preference, Death Metal:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/85h5KYI0bHU&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/85h5KYI0bHU&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from this, Power Metal (Read Sonata Arctica/Dragonforce style music), and any metal with a tag that says "Melodic" with it. Generally I'm also a big fan of rock, with a few exceptions, seeing the borders today set by media of what is considered "Rock" and not are very unclear. Did you know that the song "I kissed a girl" was voted by a seasoned radio-host as "The greatest rock song of last year"?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That statement alone qualified the man for a crash helmet and a powered wheelchair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Regardless, I stick to the music I like, and I have done this through all the horrors of the 90:s (where rap/hip-hop swelled in popularity) as well as close to the end of the first decade of early 2000. People often question what is so fantastic and attractive about dressing in black clothes, wearing a coat and thus inevitably scaring little children and religious people on the bus. The thing to it is that one dresses as one sees fit, and I personally rather pay a few hundred SEK for my metal pants to support the brand of music rather than pay thousands (Yes, literally thousands) of SEK on a pair of shitty jeans that only has the pricetag because it so happens that it says "JC" or whatever on the side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the words "Trendy" and "in" regarding clothing or whatever accessory the fashion industry thinks fits their wallets "This summer" or "This spring", there has never come any good. People get mocked at school on a daily basis for wearing something that was "so yesterday" and everytime I see a stuck-up little bitch wearing clothes worth more than my monthly salary I have to resist walking up to her and delivering a trademark cunt-punt. There is no industry on earth that is as worthless to humanity as the fashion one and quite frankly I wouldn't feel too bad about seeing the people pulling its strings to just plainly drop dead... or fall out of a plane and land anus-first on the spires of a cathedral.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I ever get to my Dictator of the World title (Emperor, if you will) I'll make sure it'll become an olympic sport: Throwing Of Inane Fashion Journalist Out Of Airplane. Bonus for any hits on religious targets!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-8136335289643483934?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/8136335289643483934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=8136335289643483934' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/8136335289643483934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/8136335289643483934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/02/music.html' title='Music'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-3699656820354483343</id><published>2009-02-02T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T01:54:31.475-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cox!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/0RBhh2aJgls&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/0RBhh2aJgls&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Cox rocks!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love Scrubs, mainly because of him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-3699656820354483343?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/3699656820354483343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=3699656820354483343' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/3699656820354483343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/3699656820354483343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/02/cox.html' title='Cox!'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-1868308985369900750</id><published>2009-01-31T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-31T03:47:26.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Winner!</title><content type='html'>&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/tl9FdijWDHE&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/tl9FdijWDHE&amp;hl=sv&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Dooz :&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-1868308985369900750?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/1868308985369900750/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=1868308985369900750' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/1868308985369900750'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/1868308985369900750'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/01/winner.html' title='Winner!'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-5781440458076529973</id><published>2009-01-30T17:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-30T17:33:59.005-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hammerfall - Any Means Necessary</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vkmlujV-TvU&amp;feature=channel"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trying to figure out how the feck to just plainly link youtube stuff directly to my blog (As in, click video and play but remain on the blog, lulz). Anyone good with Html who can provide a code for it perhaps? xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bah, just click the damned link and be happy!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mazel tov!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-5781440458076529973?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/5781440458076529973/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=5781440458076529973' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/5781440458076529973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/5781440458076529973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/01/hammerfall-any-means-necessary.html' title='Hammerfall - Any Means Necessary'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-7963046880067946704</id><published>2009-01-22T06:10:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-22T08:08:49.675-08:00</updated><title type='text'>WoW phenomenon: Argent Dawn, EU (RP)</title><content type='html'>The moment you give up hope is usually when someone comes to lend you a helping hand. In this case the helping hand came in the form of some unknown girl with an obsession for my damned chopper on the Venture CO, a friend of a friend of mine, who claimed that amongst all realms out there the best bet for RP would be Argent Dawn.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was of course sceptical. First off it was a regular RP realm, and I must say that despite all the good ol' ganking and corpse-camping going on in WoW, I am a big fan of the PvP setting. In fact I have only once played on a normal realm, and that was when our dear Dooz joined us for the first time. Regardless, I wanted to try it out, since WoW actually is very little without its RP aspect, and thus, its good community.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I created a warlock, and my session began something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I made an ugly old bastard, because I enjoy roleplaying normal people without any true perks. During my first 10 minutes I stumbled across roughly 5 roleplayers and saw numerous people with the FlagRSP addon. I noticed my leveling going smooth, and for the first time in WoW I found myself actually enjoying playing a warlock. After this I joined the LFRP custom channel to see if the abundancy actually just wasn't a facade of sorts, but as I joined the channel at 01.30 in the night, during a weekday, and saw the 32 people in there, I finally realized that perhaps this realm hadn't been a lie after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, I recently transfered my level 62 paladin here just for kicks (And possibly, boosts). The server lives, it breathes, hell it even have its own webpage. Visit us on:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://www.argentarchives.org/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the name of the Emperor, Finish This!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-7963046880067946704?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/7963046880067946704/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=7963046880067946704' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/7963046880067946704'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/7963046880067946704'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/01/wow-phenomenon-argent-dawn-eu-rp.html' title='WoW phenomenon: Argent Dawn, EU (RP)'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-488942080283118255</id><published>2009-01-18T11:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-18T12:30:03.184-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Job opportunity.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SXORDB0RSLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nMSrv_8GYFA/s1600-h/1177250713564.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SXORDB0RSLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nMSrv_8GYFA/s400/1177250713564.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5292733468303771826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tomorrow begins the new week, and the posibility of getting a job. I've been poking the same guy since early december about it (A recruitment officer, if you will :P). I accepted his offer the day before yesterday regarding applying on their homepage, and now I'm sitting here, in cold-sweat, annoyed at how slow time passes. All I can do is wait.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see if Ash can redeem his shitty situation in life in the coming days, or if we'll be swimming the sea for a while longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Emperor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-488942080283118255?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/488942080283118255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=488942080283118255' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/488942080283118255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/488942080283118255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/01/job-opportunity.html' title='Job opportunity.'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SXORDB0RSLI/AAAAAAAAAC4/nMSrv_8GYFA/s72-c/1177250713564.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-6667902966304230139</id><published>2009-01-11T21:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-11T23:02:11.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'>World of Warcraft (again)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SWrq5ssDqkI/AAAAAAAAACw/NG3AIeITyP4/s1600-h/1169685112872.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 251px; height: 168px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SWrq5ssDqkI/AAAAAAAAACw/NG3AIeITyP4/s400/1169685112872.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290298989269461570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me as I rant, and perhaps spew a bit of random hatred around.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Again I find myself standing in the god-damned intersection. I've played WoW since before it came out, Final Beta, as many of you may know, and during all this time I have come to several conclusions about the game in its essence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;1:&lt;/span&gt; Roleplayers matters little, if any, to Blizzard as a company. The policy they've made for Roleplayers and RP realms in particular stinks of a "Fuck off you whiny bitches, we don't care about you anyway" mentality.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;2:&lt;/span&gt; The more people whine about it, the bigger the chance that there will be change (Assuming you are not a roleplayer). Throughout the time of WoW I've easily followed the pattern that leetkids, illiterate morons and other kinds of wankers WILL get their will through by simply posting and reposting their inane "ideas" on the forums untill Blizzard capsize from being pissed in the ears too much. This in particular has made the game the unbalanced mess it is today, simply because these obnoxious muppets can't stand the thought of their class being worse than another class at doing ANY aspect of the game. - Yes, I have actually seen players complain about their inability to heal as warriors, hunters and whatnot. This in turn has made sure the most popular classes/speccs are, and will remain, the most overpowered ones. They are generally just played by the same dipshits who whined in the first place, and it irks me to no end to know that they're not sitting behind their computers with a content smile as of now, no they want MORE. If a roleplayer would have an attitude that was even remotely close to this we'd be banned quicker than you can say "Working as intended".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you haven't already stopped reading, let me spell these particular things out for you. Anyone who does not want to be labeled a wanker, and a sorry excuse for a gaming being, should not have this specc/class at level 80:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beastmaster Hunter.&lt;br /&gt;Frost mage.&lt;br /&gt;Retribution paladin.&lt;br /&gt;Rogue. Yes, the entire class should be banned. Fuck rogues.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Note that I know a few nice rogue players. I do not consider these players as actual "rogues", but rather just plain sneaky. You know who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;3:&lt;/span&gt; Roleplaying realms on their own is a major problem when it comes to enjoying the game, at all. Assume you are a roleplayer, you have several steps you need to take to acquire this "fun" bit about playing WoW. You need to:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A: Find ANY Roleplay what so ever, and depending on your standards, this may or may not be found in Goldshire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B: Deem whether the RP you've found is actually performed by known idiots or not, and figure out whether it's actually worthy of your attention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C: Measure the RP you've found. Is it acceptable in comparison to your standards, or will you vomit uncontrollably as you finally realize you're talking to a Dead Rose player?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D: Find a good reason for your character to interact with the roleplayers you've found. This is probably the easiest part, as you can just make up some shit. Looking for your lost dog, or whatnot. Just get a conversation going, and see where it leads.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Only once these criteria has been fulfilled, may a true World First be achieved. I mean, you can actually do what RP realms are for after these simple steps. However, considering I play on The Venture CO letters A to C will be as easy as painting warhammer models while having a lawn mower chomping down on your feet.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;4:&lt;/span&gt; WoW is only as fun as the people playing it are. It will also only last as long as your tolerance for your fellow human beings, which is where my greatest weakness is. I hate people. In particular I hate the people on WoW. I liked the game when it was completely new, simply because what few people that played it were dedicated gamers and thus usually treated each other alright. If you happened to stumble across a moron at this time he'd usually be shunned by most people and a known idiot for his behaviour, and you could easily go out and ask about him in the General chat and get confirmed that you were not the only one having had a negative encounter with said man. The toleration for such behaviour was low, and the person in question would have trouble getting a group from that point onwards.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nowadays, you get surprised when you actually meet someone who is a nice person. Couple this with that he/she can actually spell to the point when it becomes intelligible, play his/her class, doesn't need the dungeon completed in 10 minutes, uses the correct marks and isn't an attention whore - and you've found the most exotic, unique specimen of the game. It's more rare that any rare spawn, harder to spot than a rawrasaur of Un'goro, and they usually don't stay for long in the same spot. Once sighted they tend to either eventually quit playing, or slowly, ever so slowly, become corrupted by the tide of brainless retardism they are exposed to every day simply by playing the game. The Sensible Gamer. Keep them with you, but hold them at a slight distance and it will hurt less as their inevitable downfall or disappearance comes to pass.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thus due to the severely retarded state of WoW, the amazing moronity of the players in it and the incredible lack of Roleplay worthy of the name, I have finally understood that what sucks away my will to play. It actually derives from my constant search for RP and my desperate albeit fruitless fight to keep the old standards and mentality of the game alive. This never ending fight against the tide of Blizzard backed-up leetkids, this pissing in headwind, has finally taken its toll.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've decided that the best course for me in regards of WoW is to become a very, very casual gamer of it. I'll log on and do an instance now and then, keep transmuting my titansteel and perhaps even grind some now and then. But I will completely quit Roleplaying, for it is this vain idea and wish that keeps making WoW into more of a chore and a living gamer-hell than an actual fun experience. Sure the occasional good RP is awesome, but it is simply not enough to weigh up all the negative aspects that being a roleplayer brings.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for ranting on you, and I hope you're doing well out there. I'm getting things sorted out here ;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Emperor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-6667902966304230139?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/6667902966304230139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=6667902966304230139' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/6667902966304230139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/6667902966304230139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/01/world-of-warcraft-again.html' title='World of Warcraft (again)'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SWrq5ssDqkI/AAAAAAAAACw/NG3AIeITyP4/s72-c/1169685112872.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-1173112832569805174</id><published>2009-01-07T11:14:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-07T11:18:47.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Holy shit. Win!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SWT_KJVwGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/OPpJPEm9O1Y/s1600-h/1212357428113.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 312px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SWT_KJVwGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/OPpJPEm9O1Y/s400/1212357428113.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5288632412210731634" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Managed to get ahold of a replacement for the piece of equipment in the car I thought to be broken. Replaced the old one after removing it, started it all up, and tada; Shit worked perfectly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is little on earth that can describe just about how manly I felt at that moment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chuck Norris would be close. Very close.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from this, my christmas tree is falling appart. I kept blaming the cat for pulling stuff off it, but it wasn't untill today when something fell off and I went "sigh, psycho", followed by me realizing that the cat is half-asleep behind my monitor. I turned to look at the tree and noticed it... sagging... remarkably. Perhaps it´s time to throw it out, reunite it with its ancestors kind of.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´ll try to remember watering it, next year.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-1173112832569805174?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/1173112832569805174/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=1173112832569805174' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/1173112832569805174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/1173112832569805174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/01/holy-shit-win.html' title='Holy shit. Win!'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SWT_KJVwGnI/AAAAAAAAACo/OPpJPEm9O1Y/s72-c/1212357428113.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-4675486409019224055</id><published>2009-01-05T07:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T07:33:01.820-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SWIoApcInxI/AAAAAAAAACg/ENjTjQUJ9oY/s1600-h/1198367542602.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SWIoApcInxI/AAAAAAAAACg/ENjTjQUJ9oY/s400/1198367542602.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287832904075353874" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aaaand it broke again! xD&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About damn time I´m sending it to the scrapyard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-4675486409019224055?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/4675486409019224055/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=4675486409019224055' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/4675486409019224055'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/4675486409019224055'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/01/failure.html' title='Failure'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SWIoApcInxI/AAAAAAAAACg/ENjTjQUJ9oY/s72-c/1198367542602.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-4155904424327514376</id><published>2009-01-05T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-05T05:43:24.573-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Success!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SWIKxSc_1LI/AAAAAAAAACY/4ED6FyT2Tjs/s1600-h/1231078657151.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 385px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SWIKxSc_1LI/AAAAAAAAACY/4ED6FyT2Tjs/s400/1231078657151.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5287800754369713330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I fixed the motherfucking car! I may have failed to notify you about this, but I was pulled over by the police roughly 2 weeks ago. Thankfully they were nice guys and merely pointed out that on the back of my car, NO LIGHTS WHAT SO EVER worked, and that I should fix it asap.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wrapped up, it took me a few days to figure out how to open the god damned fuse box without breaking the damned plastic thing. "Figure out" as in "Grow increasingly pissed untill you tear the damned thing free using nothing but violence". Ironically, deeming by the things' construction this is how it was SUPPOSED TO BE DONE. So much for finely tuned, delicate operations. I´ve seen a new light regarding people who fix cars today, and it was not too impressive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That'd include me now. Anyway, I had gotten a whole deal from my senior people about them fuses being to blame, but I know my damned car, it´s been an issue of poor fitting all this time with lights dying on me regularly and me getting them to work again. This was the first time it went to such extremes however, hence why I thought to take the advice of the more wise people. Alas, they proved to be wrong as nothing was wrong with the fuses, and instead it was left to me to pull shit out of the panel, cabels and shit, push them as hard as possible back into their sockets, and mash loosely fit components together, then just push it all back in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And voila, the damned thing worked. At least this means I can go wherever I want again, which is kind of a relief as the closes store is about 10 minutes driving off. Food, real food for the first time in gods know how long.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I guess you could call me.. a roxxor.. of sorts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-4155904424327514376?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/4155904424327514376/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=4155904424327514376' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/4155904424327514376'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/4155904424327514376'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/01/success.html' title='Success!'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SWIKxSc_1LI/AAAAAAAAACY/4ED6FyT2Tjs/s72-c/1231078657151.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-6788718454919554400</id><published>2009-01-02T06:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-02T09:28:42.612-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleeping failure</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SV5KHA77hlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ompaJqnMZEk/s1600-h/1157249632164.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 336px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SV5KHA77hlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ompaJqnMZEk/s400/1157249632164.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5286744496950445650" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stayed up all night to turn the clock back sleep-wise, proved to be a fatal mistake as I practically fell over at 8 in the morning... and woke up at 16.00. So now my rythm is even more fucked than it was before my attempt at correcting it... great. On a positive side-note, my hair looks like the abomination that a collaboration between the Joker from Batman and Rick James trying the artform of hairdressers would look like.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At least, with some luck, I´ll get an actual desk to have my computer at today. Been sitting in the sofa up to current date, monitor and keyboard on the livingroom table. This has forced me to bend forward awkwardly everytime I need to type, poke or move anything in regards of my computer, giving me quite the ache to my lower spine (Not to mention that it puts preassure on me bladder if I wear a belt, biobreak every damn 5 minutes, anyone?).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from these rather uncomfortable facts however, we´re doing good. My appartment that was so clean ´n tidy you could have dinner on the floor... behind the toilet.. now sadly looks like crap again, thanks to christmas. Then again, got myself some pretty damn sweet presents, and just sitting around doing nothing worthwile can sometimes be relieving, although I still need to make a few phonecalls in the coming days. One has to get a job after all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Job and food. Yes, speaking of food, I need to eat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Om nom.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-6788718454919554400?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/6788718454919554400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=6788718454919554400' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/6788718454919554400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/6788718454919554400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2009/01/sleeping-failure.html' title='Sleeping failure'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SV5KHA77hlI/AAAAAAAAACQ/ompaJqnMZEk/s72-c/1157249632164.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-6338710986777743958</id><published>2008-12-24T00:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-24T00:46:32.339-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SVH1gOLjUCI/AAAAAAAAACI/buLHAj9-IMA/s1600-h/Merry+christmas+faggot.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 395px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SVH1gOLjUCI/AAAAAAAAACI/buLHAj9-IMA/s400/Merry+christmas+faggot.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5283273771793469474" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's THAT time again! And damn dell it´s been stressful, still is by the way. Supposed to visit at least 3 places today, and it´s snowing ever so slightly. Let´s hope my car doesn´t decide that the ditch seems like a greater attraction than the road.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WoW is down atm as well, bloody hell, so I can't farm gold like a little rabbit, like I usually do. 5000 remainds for my bike, and I´ll be damned if I stop now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But yes, I think I hear the Janeva calling. Something about presents. I shall see you all around eventually!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh, and Merry Christmas!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-6338710986777743958?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/6338710986777743958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=6338710986777743958' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/6338710986777743958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/6338710986777743958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2008/12/its-that-time-again-and-damn-dell-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SVH1gOLjUCI/AAAAAAAAACI/buLHAj9-IMA/s72-c/Merry+christmas+faggot.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-2621253160699285337</id><published>2008-12-16T12:51:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T13:00:16.532-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The world is a bright place, if you have a lantern.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SUgVEgoH6wI/AAAAAAAAACA/fuu7wgoKnCU/s1600-h/Success!.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 264px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SUgVEgoH6wI/AAAAAAAAACA/fuu7wgoKnCU/s400/Success!.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280493730313792258" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In every man's life there is a time of darkness. Mine consists of economics, but there is another side to it. I'll be damned if I let it drag me under. Through tenacity I shall prevail, relentlessly looking at the bright side of things and always refuse to give up the force of the Internets.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screw the car, I want online content!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have some resources left, and hell, even if this country has gone to shit they are not allowed to let me get booted onto the street. I might live on minimal food and whatnot, but I could use that as well seeing I´m getting on the slight chubby side. Christmas is coming up and despite my economic situation I have managed to buy gifts, and I must say I feel fairly proud of my awesome wrapping.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope you guys are doing well out there, I know I will.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And Beldak. Thanks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-2621253160699285337?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/2621253160699285337/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=2621253160699285337' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/2621253160699285337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/2621253160699285337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2008/12/world-is-bright-place-if-you-have.html' title='The world is a bright place, if you have a lantern.'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SUgVEgoH6wI/AAAAAAAAACA/fuu7wgoKnCU/s72-c/Success!.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-729044076397243447</id><published>2008-12-16T03:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-16T03:58:19.533-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Christmas Hell</title><content type='html'>Each year it's the same thing. A time of stress, crowded streets and the ever-present need to find gifts for your friends and loved ones. This year however, things aren't looking too bright for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've partially managed to cover mom's presents, Aku and Vomyr's as well, Beldak is covered as well. I've also managed to buy a single present to Janny, and.. that's it. I even had to borrow money to afford all this(1000 SEK), and yesterday I realized that I'm at a negative 50 (-50 that is) on my account after putting 200SEK worth of gas into the car. On to this I do not have a salary incoming next month, which equals punishment fee from my bank for allowing negative digits to remain over the turn of the year.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In short, I am kind of fucked. There's a very dim light at the end of the tunnel that says "Job", but that's far off, a month even. Right now ze economy appears to go to shit, and I might have to withdraw whatever money I have stored away in my parent's old "Save for his future" fonds to even survive to the end of the month. The fact that the guys I'm so desperately trying to get some kind of allowance from (A-Cashier) are being a bunch of tits doesn't help either. I called them today and all I got regarding my papers (which arrived some time ago obviously) was that they had a "6 week process" before I was even going to hear anything about whether I get any money or not. If things truly go to hell, the first thing I do is sell my fucking car, which is breaking down anyway. Next to that comes shutting down the Internet, and using as little electricity as humanly possible. Conserve food, live of beans and whatnot will come lastly, and if things really go to hell, I will have to move somewhere else. We'll see how things goes really, can't know for sure right now, but it sure as hell looks pretty dark.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Grim times await, and Ash is in the middle of them. Can't really be arsed playing WoW atm, save for the times I feel that I need to escape reality for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Same goes for all the other games I own, I guess.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-729044076397243447?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/729044076397243447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=729044076397243447' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/729044076397243447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/729044076397243447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2008/12/christmas-hell.html' title='Christmas Hell'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-5634114688151038370</id><published>2008-12-13T06:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-13T07:23:24.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Update on Life</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SUPTWPsUf0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/EyhMUYd3qVY/s1600-h/1217767056182.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SUPTWPsUf0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/EyhMUYd3qVY/s400/1217767056182.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5279295567331360578" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been a while, and due to popular demand (BELDAK) I shall now update. And shit brix.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life's going slow for me. Trying to conserve whatever money I have left, which at this moment is.... 300SEK, and I need to buy christmas presents for that, still. Aside from that I am currently unemployed, but was at a job interview roughly a week ago, and I´ve made myself busy by distributing a fuckload of CV/Personal letters to random stores EVERYWHERE. I even cut my bloody hair to look more representable, so yeah, you figured, I'm pretty desperate for a job.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With the continued drop of finance of Sweden however, this is not about to happen anytime soon. People are fired by the hundreds each day, and our right-wing government still keeps going on about how they "so successfully has erased the dire state of the unemployed of Sweden". Supposedly by removing the rights to call in sick, reducing the allowance people get when they´re unemployed, and having ran over all the unemployment benefit funds. Yeah, great fucking going, they´re turning this country into the bloody US, but I guess that´s the ultimate goal eventually. More money for the rich, less money for the poor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from this, WoW is going smooth (Except for the fact that my gametime ran out today). I quickly came to realize that reaching my chopper would take more time than I originaly thought, seeing I need Alliance Vanguard rep, not Alliance Expedition. So one could say that I did all that extra questing and rep-grinding in vain. It´s instance grinding time instead then, supposedly. Red Mist´s going forward, although the entanglement with Solaris has lead to some really interesting RP, and things are unfolding in a way I must say I rather fancy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Concerning Randor, Barrach, Vortegas and Akurei's deal with Solaris, we went out with a bang. I, much like the friends I followed, deviced my character for something more than sneaking to a meeting every sunday and laying dormant during the remaining week. The entire deal with Solaris being concerned with babysitting its members rather than focus on the task at hand, massive amount of BAAAW and utter fucking refusal to act in ANY case made me come to the conclusion, both IC and OOC, that Solaris had gone to shit. Simply put, Solaris is not Solaris any longer, it has declined into nothingness and will probably, sadly, remain so for the remainer of its days. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To what happened I can say this: I as a person both IC and OOC will not take part in this slaughter and slander of the previously great House's name, and simply thought we'd try to change it one more time. No such luck. Solaris refused to act upon a most brilliant plan presented by Vortegas, not wishing to partake in any kind of killing of any sort. The "Ohlookatmemotherfuckers, I just came from combat! SMOKIN´ HOT!" emotes so vigorously used as members enter the meeting earlier on lay forgotten, same with their utter delight in slaying Horde, killing animals, and whatnot, all was quickly forgotten as we turned aggressive and the Solarians drew weapons. Obviously killing us would be alright, but the Dead Rose, Twilights Hammer and whatnot is not game.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fair enough, we left through a portal of mine, and reformed the late House Leviticus. We vowed to prove the current Solaris just how much they fail, and considering how active they've been lately (Read, in the past year) this shouldn't prove too hard. What shocked me though was the amount of rage we recieved OOC for this, and that some people actually didn't understand why our characters reacted as they did. Hilarious and extremely ignorant, I say, but at the same time very sad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The proud fall hard, but the ignorant fall the hardest.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enough ranting about Solaris. Let's hit music instead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can recommend Scar Symmetry's Morphogenesis to just about anyone. Quick youtube link:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mebSi4PDC34&amp;feature=related"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In regards of going to ze partay tonight, I do not think I'll be able to. Cold and shit grips me like a plague, so I think I'll just lay down and relax with a good book or something. Probably a Horus Heresy novel, or I'll read the entire Robert Jordan series over again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We shall see. Untill later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Emperor!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-5634114688151038370?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/5634114688151038370/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=5634114688151038370' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/5634114688151038370'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/5634114688151038370'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2008/12/update-on-life.html' title='Update on Life'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SUPTWPsUf0I/AAAAAAAAAB4/EyhMUYd3qVY/s72-c/1217767056182.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-6418806612463414999</id><published>2008-10-13T07:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:05:13.181-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Moving</title><content type='html'>Captain's log, moving.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's shitloads to do, and I ponder what to start with, and where. Essentially the livingroom is clear, two cases remains (not to mention the electronics, computers and consoles; which I am, by the way, relucant to store away in the event of a gaming-fit), kitchen and the bedroom. The bloody bathroom has been cleared by 90%, but we´re quickly running out of boxes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The hour is here, it will be done!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-6418806612463414999?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/6418806612463414999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=6418806612463414999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/6418806612463414999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/6418806612463414999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2008/10/moving.html' title='Moving'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-8036178808229744837</id><published>2008-10-06T03:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-06T03:31:23.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Youtube:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BWRjZiXILDM&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;Disturbed - Indestructible&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Verdana;font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Another mission&lt;br /&gt;The powers have called me away&lt;br /&gt;Another time&lt;br /&gt;To carry the colors again&lt;br /&gt;My motivation&lt;br /&gt;An oath I've sworn to defend&lt;br /&gt;To win the honor&lt;br /&gt;Of coming back home again&lt;br /&gt;No explanation&lt;br /&gt;Will matter after we begin&lt;br /&gt;Unlock the dark destroyer that's buried within&lt;br /&gt;My true vocation&lt;br /&gt;And now my unfortunate friend&lt;br /&gt;You will discover&lt;br /&gt;A war you're unable to win&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll have you know&lt;br /&gt;That I've become...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indestructible&lt;br /&gt;Determination that is incorruptible&lt;br /&gt;From the other side&lt;br /&gt;A terror to behold&lt;br /&gt;Annihilation will be unavoidable&lt;br /&gt;Every broken enemy will know&lt;br /&gt;That their opponent had to be invincible&lt;br /&gt;Take a last look around while you're alive&lt;br /&gt;I'm an indestructible master of war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another reason&lt;br /&gt;Another cause for me to fight&lt;br /&gt;Another fuse uncovered&lt;br /&gt;Now, for me to light&lt;br /&gt;My dedication&lt;br /&gt;To all that I've sworn to protect&lt;br /&gt;I carry out my orders&lt;br /&gt;Without a regret&lt;br /&gt;A declaration&lt;br /&gt;Embedded deep under the skin&lt;br /&gt;A permanent reminder&lt;br /&gt;Of how it began&lt;br /&gt;No hesitation&lt;br /&gt;When I am commanded to strike&lt;br /&gt;You need to know&lt;br /&gt;That you're in for the fight of your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You will be shown&lt;br /&gt;How I've become....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indestructible&lt;br /&gt;Determination that is incorruptible&lt;br /&gt;From the other side&lt;br /&gt;A terror to behold&lt;br /&gt;Annihilation will be unavoidable&lt;br /&gt;Every broken enemy will know&lt;br /&gt;That their opponent had to be invincible&lt;br /&gt;Take a last look around while you're alive&lt;br /&gt;I'm an indestructible master of war&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indestructible&lt;br /&gt;Determination that is incorruptible&lt;br /&gt;From the other side&lt;br /&gt;A terror to behold&lt;br /&gt;Annihilation will be unavoidable&lt;br /&gt;Every broken enemy will know&lt;br /&gt;That their opponent had to be invincible&lt;br /&gt;Take a last look around while you're alive&lt;br /&gt;I am indestructible (indestructible)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Indestructible&lt;br /&gt;Determination that is incorruptible&lt;br /&gt;From the other side&lt;br /&gt;A terror to behold&lt;br /&gt;Annihilation will be unavoidable&lt;br /&gt;Every broken enemy will know&lt;br /&gt;That their opponent had to be invincible&lt;br /&gt;Take a last look around while you're alive&lt;br /&gt;I'm an indestructible master of war&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-8036178808229744837?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/8036178808229744837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=8036178808229744837' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/8036178808229744837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/8036178808229744837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2008/10/youtube-disturbed-indestructible.html' title=''/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-3742970090904938026</id><published>2008-09-25T00:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-25T00:35:32.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sayings</title><content type='html'>Easy-to-hate saying:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"More than happy"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- You've all said it at some point, haven't you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Oh, I'd be more than happy to help out!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- How can you be More than Happy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- To me, this sounds like a dangerous mental condition.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Carlin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-3742970090904938026?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/3742970090904938026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=3742970090904938026' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/3742970090904938026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/3742970090904938026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2008/09/sayings.html' title='Sayings'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-7870310931741517336</id><published>2008-09-14T16:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T17:31:33.155-07:00</updated><title type='text'>RhyGuard</title><content type='html'>Imma writing a book. Yes. Believe me or not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So far I've managed to friggin write the intro, nothing more. Gah. Well, it´s going to be fairly long, so I might as well take my time. Anyone who wishes to have a small read, shout and I´ll send you an example ^^&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-7870310931741517336?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/7870310931741517336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=7870310931741517336' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/7870310931741517336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/7870310931741517336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2008/09/rhyguard.html' title='RhyGuard'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-4816938473944250642</id><published>2008-09-14T14:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-14T14:50:17.774-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sometimes: Quotes</title><content type='html'>"It's all fun and games until someone loses an eye. Then it's fun and games without debt perception."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;xD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-4816938473944250642?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/4816938473944250642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=4816938473944250642' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/4816938473944250642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/4816938473944250642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2008/09/sometimes-quotes.html' title='Sometimes: Quotes'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-2448608824315435025</id><published>2008-09-13T15:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T15:02:48.129-07:00</updated><title type='text'>There's the easy and the hard way</title><content type='html'>WoW would be the easy way out, I guess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And in my life, I am yet to take the easy way out. Problem solved, I guess I'll see too my Space Marines instead. Or write some on me novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, be well!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-2448608824315435025?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/2448608824315435025/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=2448608824315435025' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/2448608824315435025'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/2448608824315435025'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2008/09/theres-easy-and-hard-way.html' title='There&apos;s the easy and the hard way'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-2039052243368852303</id><published>2008-09-13T12:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-13T13:25:26.752-07:00</updated><title type='text'>World of Warcraft</title><content type='html'>It's been some time since I last talked about this game. Probably because I, about two or three months back came to the conclusion that I didn't have the time nor dedication to play the game in the fashion I felt I wanted to, and thus underwent a pact with some of my fellows that we were to cancel accounts and never play again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Long story short, it appears the pact is slowly dissolving. I realized yesterday that I was sitting around doing nothing, for 4 hours. I have plenty of games, some that have been neglected in favour of WoW, but none of them appealed to me. They're not brilliant games, but neither are they mediocre. They're not Crysis, Halo, Red Alert or Dungeon Keeper, but they're "good" or at least decent games.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thing is, I've realized that even if I don't play WoW, I will still not play games that doesn't tickle my senses enough, because the Gods know that I still played Crysis and whatnot even when I had WoW at my disposal. Sure I could play through Gears of War on the highest difficult AGAIN, but I'll still get stuck on the last boss without someone controlling my utterly pants-on-head retarded teammate. Same goes for a lot of my games. I've completed them once on a decent difficulty, and there's nothing more to it than that. I could go hunt some gamer points for my 360 account, but that idea has never really appealed to me anyway.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So let's say that at present date, I am bored. I have no quality games because the market is full of idiot companies that allows themselves to be bought by bigger ones (read; giants) and bossed around into making manstream titles and sequels. It´s just a huge fucking grinding of money, and what little sincerity remains in the industry hides behind whatever cover they can find out of fear of being curb stomped.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So while I wait for Yahtzee's ass to sprout wings and fly him into space, I am seriously considering playing World of Warcraft again. Because I almost feel that is what I truly want to do. Give Blizzard another chance, just as before.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-2039052243368852303?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/2039052243368852303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=2039052243368852303' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/2039052243368852303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/2039052243368852303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2008/09/world-of-warcraft.html' title='World of Warcraft'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-8292268589490728096</id><published>2008-09-10T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T15:38:50.322-07:00</updated><title type='text'>5 hours later.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SMhKI6pUGKI/AAAAAAAAABs/1w1qS3Py95o/s1600-h/iTunes,+thx.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 486px; height: 302px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SMhKI6pUGKI/AAAAAAAAABs/1w1qS3Py95o/s400/iTunes,+thx.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5244523283114891426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As expected, I recieved the usual reply.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The iPod "iPod" could not be restored. An unknown error occurred. (1437)"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My last option would be waiting for the batteries to run out, thus forcing the damned thing to restart. Seems like it´ll be another day without music tomorrow, sigh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Heads up for Marv, had I know about any other product when I bought this bastard, you can bet I would have choosen differently. And indeed Shin, it´s a bitch trying to get this shite to work properly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sorry for not answering any messages today by the way, I work from 13.45 to 23.45.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a good one people, and wish me luck!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-8292268589490728096?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/8292268589490728096/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=8292268589490728096' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/8292268589490728096'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/8292268589490728096'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2008/09/5-hours-later.html' title='5 hours later.'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SMhKI6pUGKI/AAAAAAAAABs/1w1qS3Py95o/s72-c/iTunes,+thx.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-5846333404244641463</id><published>2008-09-10T02:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T03:35:21.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>iTunes, the iPod and the difficulties included.</title><content type='html'>From now on, when visiting a media store that sells iPods and the like, I am going to stalk the shelves while waiting for unfortunates who have somehow caught interest in the device. When he or she then picks up the item, and inevitably gets confronted by an eager salesman, I will jump out from behind my cunning hiding place, shouting "BUT DO YOU HAVE A MAC!?", nostrills flaring.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because, from what I have heard, iTunes does not wage constant war with the Mac OS, unlike its attitude towards... well, any Microsoft product. My anger this time is not misplaced, my friends, but has actually been forced upon me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You see, I am a pretty patient guy. I can keep my cool when it comes to most things, and possess an uncanny ability to win staring-contests with frozen-up screens when it comes to computing. But there's one thing that has been a thorn in my side since I installed it on a computer, all these years ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iTunes; and believe me when I say that I was close to tears when I realized that I was going to be forced to install it on my computer to be able to load up my brand-new iPod with even the smallest piece of musical track.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So what is wrong with iTunes, and what kind of problems do I experience with my iPod?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Let's get started. When I was to install iTunes for the first time, the launcher would continuously crash and break up everytime I tried changing directory (I prefer not having crap on my C drive, Windows is big enough as it is), which forced me to install it on my C drive. Regardless of the amount of updates, new versions and tweaks released, this example of extreme rectal rape has not changed, and I feel it will not change in the near future either. Secondly, I smelled that something funny was going on the very second time I connected my iPod to my computer, being prompted by iTunes to whipe the memory of my iPod since it was appearently "Corrupted" by their standard. So far, this has happened every single time I have connected the device, and I even took the time to read the manual in case Apple required me to do some kind of strange ritual, like sodomizing a Microsoft product, or anything else that opposes common fucking sense when it comes to USB devices.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But nay, I did nothing wrong, so it became a sort of strange tradition for me to come home from work, plug it in, chant my mantra of curses as the memory whipe ensues, and go off to play some console games while waiting for it to finish so that I may add ONE FUCKING SONG to my regular playlist. It was a hideous, obnoxious work, but it did the trick and my music would as always pull me through the boring day at work.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, during the entire time I've had these two unfortunates working together, I've never once managed to transfer a video-file that had its sound intact. I was left with watching whatever I transfered without sound, which kind of sucks when you don't have any subtitles. On to this, roughly 90% of all files I tried with were deemed non-convertable&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But then one day, something happened. I got home as usual, plugged it in, cursed, and then got me some milk to chug down, but as I returned after reading half a friggin newspaper, iTunes would only tell me that "An error has occurred, the selected task could not be completed". I was left staring at the frozen-up screen of my iPod, displaying that it had died about halfway through Slipknot's "Psychosocial", but nothing more happened.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For those unfamiliar with the iPod, the device has no kinds of external buttons in regards of on-off modes, or reset abilities. It's play, stop and shit a brick. Now when the oh-so fine screen taunted me with a pretty sweet battery level, and utter void of motion. I did what anyone would have done, I plugged it in again, and tried again, same result. Thing is, since I work shifts, I can only do this once per day, due to the extreme amount of time iTunes uses up only to come to the conclusion that the task is not something it can actually do (6 hours, yesterday).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've now been sitting here for 5 hours, and I am yet to recieve any error message (or any sign of progress at all, like a loading bar, just like all the previous times), and as I look at the time I realize that I will have to leave in 30 minutes, and spend my third day at work without music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 hours of shittyness ahead of me, my skullcandy's without music, and what I do all day is to stand by a machine and press a button, continuously.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Apple.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fuck you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sincerely&lt;br /&gt;Ash&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-5846333404244641463?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/5846333404244641463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=5846333404244641463' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/5846333404244641463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/5846333404244641463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2008/09/itunes-ipod-and-difficulties-included.html' title='iTunes, the iPod and the difficulties included.'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-7926611954896592166</id><published>2008-08-18T08:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T14:03:30.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Home from the DK</title><content type='html'>Decent trip, awesome stay, shitty trip. 12 hours in a car is never good, especially not times twice. That's 24 hours in a car within 3 days, which is kinda shitty, but at least I had decent company.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Suffice to say, I had a pretty sweet weekend. Now that I´m home, I spent this entire "free" day taking care of the laundry and writing on my novel.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And there is more to add.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Allfather!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-7926611954896592166?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/7926611954896592166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=7926611954896592166' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/7926611954896592166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/7926611954896592166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2008/08/home-from-dk.html' title='Home from the DK'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-2711036879991619730</id><published>2008-08-08T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T05:48:36.882-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Back the funbus the fuck up!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SJxAFwpk9PI/AAAAAAAAABc/1njAcKebo5k/s1600-h/Mac,+nobody+gives+a+shit.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SJxAFwpk9PI/AAAAAAAAABc/1njAcKebo5k/s400/Mac,+nobody+gives+a+shit.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5232127334800487666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm kinda growing sick and tired of the Mac users constantly bitching about their superiority. Anyone with at least a decent knowledge of computers know what kind of a fraud Microsoft is, and probably hate them for it, but nobody likes an attention whore either.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That being said, Mac rules, but they should calm the feck down.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-2711036879991619730?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/2711036879991619730/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=2711036879991619730' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/2711036879991619730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/2711036879991619730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2008/08/back-funbus-fuck-up.html' title='Back the funbus the fuck up!'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SJxAFwpk9PI/AAAAAAAAABc/1njAcKebo5k/s72-c/Mac,+nobody+gives+a+shit.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-450863331110798949</id><published>2008-07-20T17:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-20T17:03:27.044-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Low on Credits</title><content type='html'>Shitloads of bills have fallen upon me. They strike from the skies with great prejudice. Electric bill of 6k SEK is ftl. We'll see how things turn out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But untill then, sleep. Much sleep. It´s supposedly vacation after all.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-450863331110798949?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/450863331110798949/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=450863331110798949' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/450863331110798949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/450863331110798949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2008/07/low-on-credits.html' title='Low on Credits'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-7007727468068087916</id><published>2008-07-02T17:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-02T17:17:07.285-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Bel'Dak</title><content type='html'>Today is the great arrival of Bel'Dak himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Much ass will be kicked, many babies will cry, and none shall be spared our wrath.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But first, pizza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hoho!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-7007727468068087916?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/7007727468068087916/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=7007727468068087916' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/7007727468068087916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/7007727468068087916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2008/07/beldak.html' title='Bel&apos;Dak'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-5334335702574752739</id><published>2008-06-23T11:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-23T11:47:07.274-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Even the greatest must, and will, someday leave us alone on this desolate rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SF_vRPhphmI/AAAAAAAAABM/sGiQM7FVyjg/s1600-h/george-carlin.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SF_vRPhphmI/AAAAAAAAABM/sGiQM7FVyjg/s320/george-carlin.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215149973022803554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;http://edition.cnn.com/2008/SHOWBIZ/06/23/carlin.obit/index.html&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;George Carlin, comedian and genious, has died. Saying "passed on" regarding this would be to shun what Carlin thought in, it´d be superstitious and plain stupid. On many levels Carlin was a scientist, a man that not only inspired but made us all think, underneath the bright and hilarious lines he delivered during his stand-up comedy times he'd make our braincells burn fuel, and not uselessly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hail you, George Carlin, you disappointed idealist, and I hope that you recieve the very best of whatever happens to us after death, and that your remains contribute to the greater good of this earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-5334335702574752739?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/5334335702574752739/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=5334335702574752739' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/5334335702574752739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/5334335702574752739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2008/06/even-greatest-must-and-will-someday.html' title='Even the greatest must, and will, someday leave us alone on this desolate rock'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SF_vRPhphmI/AAAAAAAAABM/sGiQM7FVyjg/s72-c/george-carlin.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-2911181126185857854</id><published>2008-06-19T14:28:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T14:28:57.948-07:00</updated><title type='text'>At Lan</title><content type='html'>Some people never change. This is just as demented as it used to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gotta love it, but I miss Janeva too. Urgh.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Allfather!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-2911181126185857854?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/2911181126185857854/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=2911181126185857854' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/2911181126185857854'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/2911181126185857854'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2008/06/at-lan.html' title='At Lan'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-2553821016962268646</id><published>2008-06-19T04:35:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T04:38:15.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LAN</title><content type='html'>And so it came to pass that the Ash was to leave for 4 days, only to return later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Legend's true. I'm off to play some games with a couple of old classmates of mine. Though their time of choice might have been better, I won't complain seeing how rarely I usually gaze upon their ugly faces. Thus I shall join their bunch with me own ugly face, and together... we will be unstoppable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unless we start playing Age of Empires 2... they really suck at Age of Empires 2...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-2553821016962268646?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/2553821016962268646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=2553821016962268646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/2553821016962268646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/2553821016962268646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2008/06/lan.html' title='LAN'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-8891016508493435153</id><published>2008-06-18T12:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T12:59:26.965-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Warhammer 40.000 - Dawn of War: Soulstorm Review</title><content type='html'>Pasting an old review of mine. Few have actually read it,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I´ll start off by actually admitting that I was really looking forward to this expansion. Being a 40k nerd, I expected the same amount of ass-kickery as I experienced when Dark Crusade was released. I expected crushing puny elves under my feet and kicking some butts in the name of the Emperor. That´s what I´ve done I guess... but Soulstorm just doesn´t cut it, it does not deliver the product that it was supposed to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am disappointed... it is sadly as simple as that. Please read along with my points and see if you agree, and note that everything bad I comment upon was probably made better in Dark Crusade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point one would be the map size. In Dawn of War: Soulstorm we have 31 zones. That's 31 zones divided up on 4 planets and 3 moons. Dawn of War: Dark Crusade had 24 zones, on a single planet. In my eyes it is easy to see which game was given the most time and effort into its creation. So it comes as no surprise that Soulstorm's greatest flaw campaign-wise is the map size. In short, all the races start very, very close to one another. Personally I played my first game as the Blood Raven's, and during my second (2:nd) round, I destroyed the orc's HQ, punting them from the battle. Being capable of attacking an HQ during round two (assuming you win round 1) is a rediculous concept that really shows you how a god damned small of a game this is.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Additionally, due to the small mapsize, taking over zones doesn't really feel important any longer, but rather just staging areas for taking your troops one step closer towards the enemy stronghold. You´ll then spend MORE time with the actual HQ battle than you did fighting your way towards it. Go figure.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point two would be the dialogues, story and in-game cutscenes. The background story of why the Imperial Guard, the Space Marines and Sisters of Battle are fighting amongst each other is pretty much shrugged off, unless you actually pay any notice to the small notification about what happened on Kronus in Dark Crusade, which is dropped at random times. Fiction in all honor, but I at least want to have a viable reason. "They hate each other because he did this and she did that" would have worked, "She called him a pansy". As long as they made some kind of half-assed attempt at an actual EXPLANATION at least.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As far as I´ve seen, the only "good" cutscenes (still not even close to Dark Crusade quality) are the ending ones... which kind of makes SENSE for once, somewhat. Bloody hell, where´s the bickering between commanders that I longed for? And where are the elaborate speeches about what happened to the crushed enemy forces? Dirt, blood and mayhem? Where did it all go?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The cutscenes are edgy, terribly lame at major points, and reeks of the strained need of giving characters... well, character. Something they utterly fail at. I mean come on, a Chaos Lord should not act like a sissy and scream in a high pitched voice when things go to hell. He should bloody stand his ground and curse his men for being weaklings. He is especially not supposed to be a pansy when carrying around a god-damned Khorne chainaxe! Onto that, the Sisters of Battle doesn´t sound like battle-hardened maidens of purity, but rather desperate feminists with a bad case of hangover. Every voice in the game that is new with Soulstorm just falls flat on its face, failing to give a good impression of a commander/fanatic/soldier or just about anything else that opens its mouth. Argh, I hate you Iron Lore.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also the HQ assault pre-texts and speech are just awful, giving no feeling of anticipation at all but merely annoys you with its amateurish design and makes you want to go in there and punt the shit out of your enemy and your own troops with equal measure. Despite the heroic voice (and effort) of the one reading the intro's, it all just goes down the drain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summed up, the new voicing, dialogues and general feel to the storybits of Soulstorm is "THIS IS NOT WARHAMMER 40K!". My Chaplain´s voice is a bright lantern in the dark that is this expansion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Point three would be the balance, or rather lack thereof. With Soulstorm comes the brilliance of having discarded every bit of tweaking, fixes and patching that Relic had done with Dark Crusade, reversing back to old methods. An example would be that a fully upgraded Space Marine group with an Apothecary has about the same amount of HP as an Imperial Guard Baneblade. I won´t even start on the Sisters of Battle issue.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, air units. They´re there, but they don´t do shite. They´re like flies that can be annoying if the enemy knows how to use them, but in the end they´re pretty worthless as far as combat goes. Quick raids into enemy territory, sure, but no other units are fitted for this (Save for perhaps a few Dark Eldar/Eldar ones.) The uselessness of air units is increased by the fact that every unit in the game that has a ranged weapon can shoot at them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Speaking of Dark Eldars, who the hell rides a jet-skateboard into battle? They´re just silly. Tyranids would have been a much more viable option, but I´m not sure if I want Iron Lore to touch them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Summed up, Soulstorm as a whole is not what it was meant to be. 90% of the expactations I had were crushed immediately during my first campaign, and as I gave the game chance upon new chance, I realized that perhaps it was all in vain.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wouldn´t be the least surprised if I got to know that Iron Lore is a second name used by EA.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is not Warhammer 40k, this is a cheap copy of Dark Crusade that has been glued on top of a working franchice. I suggest you stay away from it, or just don´t play any of the other Dawn of War games before trying this one out. Perhaps then, thanks to oblivion, this can be seen as a half-assed or perhaps even decent game, and not just a failure of game creation.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;__&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's everything for this time. Thank god IL went bankrupt right after their final release. No further rape of this game-series will happen then, we can only hope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Allfather!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-8891016508493435153?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/8891016508493435153/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=8891016508493435153' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/8891016508493435153'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/8891016508493435153'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2008/06/warhammer-40000-dawn-of-war-soulstorm.html' title='Warhammer 40.000 - Dawn of War: Soulstorm Review'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7778219081645727607.post-7197243678519022409</id><published>2008-06-18T12:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-18T12:39:56.897-07:00</updated><title type='text'>New blog</title><content type='html'>Now also for them crazy english-persons. Please bear with me on any mistakes regarding spelling and/or grammar, I'm an idiot.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, working on the design. My former blog was all too... non-warhammer-ish, which wouldn't really mirror me personality correctly then, don't you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Untill later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For the Allfather!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7778219081645727607-7197243678519022409?l=handofash.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/feeds/7197243678519022409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7778219081645727607&amp;postID=7197243678519022409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/7197243678519022409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7778219081645727607/posts/default/7197243678519022409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://handofash.blogspot.com/2008/06/new-blog.html' title='New blog'/><author><name>Asrahn</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08418909536069364976</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='27' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_k-PwB1POw2M/SpbcHDsKUNI/AAAAAAAAAG4/Ty-HObUwzPA/S220/Asrahn.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
