<?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-12453777</id><updated>2011-08-21T22:31:07.304Z</updated><title type='text'>You think you're wasting your time?</title><subtitle type='html'>I'm writing this thing!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneboredmunky.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12453777/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneboredmunky.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MunkyMan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08186589883313855686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.formandfunction.com/word/wordbits/dandyBanana.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>7</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12453777.post-114124067106766710</id><published>2006-03-01T19:08:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-04-15T21:53:56.000Z</updated><title type='text'>Testing, Testing....</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Things are awfully quiet in Blogsville.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Perhaps a little too quiet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not that I particularly mind. The last time I felt the urge to add a post to my own blog was when an internet psychology test defined me as "&lt;span style="color:#ffff33;"&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;". In short, I'll live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just noticed as I checked up on the shining becon of wisedom that is my Blog that my two main blog-based chums had not left any comments for nearly as long and - after further checking - that they had not posted on their own blogs for even longer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It occurs to me that the age of Blogging may have died a quiet death. Long live the diary. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12453777-114124067106766710?l=oneboredmunky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneboredmunky.blogspot.com/feeds/114124067106766710/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12453777&amp;postID=114124067106766710' title='10 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12453777/posts/default/114124067106766710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12453777/posts/default/114124067106766710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneboredmunky.blogspot.com/2006/03/testing-testing.html' title='Testing, Testing....'/><author><name>MunkyMan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08186589883313855686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.formandfunction.com/word/wordbits/dandyBanana.png'/></author><thr:total>10</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12453777.post-113672215034804438</id><published>2006-01-08T12:02:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-01-09T11:49:51.713Z</updated><title type='text'>Maybe I should get a hobby...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Good &lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;Noon&lt;/span&gt; to you all!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Due to a severe dip in imagination, I've decided to post the results of yet another internet quiz/profiling dealy I've taken. I don't think its a particularly remarkable, life changing piece of internet psychology; it just gave me an agreeable answer and it has a cool little chart thing for those of us who aren't too good with, y'know, sentences.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Until next time, BlogFans...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="355" border="1" name="qgtable2"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Your Social Dysfunction:&lt;br /&gt;Happy&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're a happy person - you have a good amount of self-esteem, and are socially healthy. While this isn't a social dysfunction per se, you're definitely not normal. Consider yourself lucky: you walk that fine line between 'normal' and being outright narcissistic. You're rare - which is something else to be happy about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table style="BACKGROUND: url(http://www.quizgalaxy.com/result_images/social-dysfunction-bg.jpg) no-repeat" height="350" cellspacing="0" cellpadding="0" width="350" border="0" name="qgtable"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="58"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="123"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr height="292"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td width="123"&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td valign="top" align="left" border="0"&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/result_images/locator.gif" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;td align="middle" border="0"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com/quiz.php?id=72"&gt;Take this quiz&lt;/a&gt; at &lt;a href="http://www.quizgalaxy.com"&gt;QuizGalaxy.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="FONT-SIZE: 7pt"&gt;Please note that we aren't, nor do we claim to be, psychologists. This quiz is for fun and entertainment only. Try not to freak out about your results.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12453777-113672215034804438?l=oneboredmunky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneboredmunky.blogspot.com/feeds/113672215034804438/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12453777&amp;postID=113672215034804438' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12453777/posts/default/113672215034804438'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12453777/posts/default/113672215034804438'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneboredmunky.blogspot.com/2006/01/maybe-i-should-get-hobby.html' title='Maybe I should get a hobby...'/><author><name>MunkyMan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08186589883313855686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.formandfunction.com/word/wordbits/dandyBanana.png'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12453777.post-113312169277651744</id><published>2005-11-27T19:57:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-11-27T20:02:40.676Z</updated><title type='text'>Possibly the most fake internet thingy since the Subservient Chicken</title><content type='html'>&lt;table cellspacing="0" cellpadding="2" width="350" align="center" border="0"&gt;&lt;tbody&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td align="middle"  style="color:#999999;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:0;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;In a Past Life...&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;tr&gt;&lt;td bgcolor="#cccccc"&gt;&lt;center&gt;&lt;img height="100" src="http://images.blogthings.com/pastlifegenerator/past-life.jpg" width="100" /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;You Were: An Insane Poet.&lt;br /&gt;Where You Lived: Saudi Arabia.&lt;br /&gt;How You Died: Suicide.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Yes, I'm aware how terminally stupid this thing is, but it gave me a cool answer so it deserves a mention.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12453777-113312169277651744?l=oneboredmunky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneboredmunky.blogspot.com/feeds/113312169277651744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12453777&amp;postID=113312169277651744' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12453777/posts/default/113312169277651744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12453777/posts/default/113312169277651744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneboredmunky.blogspot.com/2005/11/possibly-most-fake-internet-thingy.html' title='Possibly the most fake internet thingy since the Subservient Chicken'/><author><name>MunkyMan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08186589883313855686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.formandfunction.com/word/wordbits/dandyBanana.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12453777.post-113061145620438264</id><published>2005-10-29T15:19:00.000Z</published><updated>2006-03-01T19:20:15.130Z</updated><title type='text'>Internet Musings From Lab 96c</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;There is nothing in the world more boring than watching a 50-something scientist stare intensely down a microscope.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;I swear to God she hasn't moved a single muscle in 15 minutes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;The reason for this almost camel-like level of boredom (and my rather unusual title) is that I am currently sat somewhere within the deep, dark confines of &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Leeds University&lt;/span&gt;. I'm here because my mother has the keys to the main entrance and I was under the impression that she would "only be 2 minutes". That, my friends, was 45 minutes ago. Every 2 minutes, on the minute, she declares that she's going to be "another 2 minutes". I'm starting to suspect that she may be lying.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I think the woman at the microscope might actually be dead. Every time I look up she's exactly the same. Fortunately, I have a healthy supply of &lt;span style="color:#33ffff;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ika.net"&gt;IKA Laboratory Equipment&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt; stacked next to me which I can throw at her. If she doesn't react to a test tube to the head, she's either deceased or waaay too into her job.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;I can't believe how little entertainment this computer is providing. It's connected to the internet, for God's sake. The internet contains everything in the world. How can everything in the world be boring me?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;Usually when I'm somewhere close to being this bored, I enter a highly annoying state of hyperness...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(flashback to walking backwards on an escalator in &lt;strong&gt;Borders&lt;/strong&gt; bookstore, trying to see the back of a book being read by someone on the balcony above me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;... but there's something so fundamentally boring about this place that I don't even seem to be doing that. Maybe it's the fact that the world of science is so desperately sad that some person (probably with a moustache, if I'm being brutally honest) - who not only obviously doesn't get out enough but, when he does get out, should probably stop using all his time to find stamps with pictures of trains for his &lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;Stamps With Pictures of Trains Collection&lt;/span&gt; - has designed a syringe holder in the shape of a chromosome, possibly to provide some scientific humour. Shudder...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There, I think I've given you an insight into just how bored it's possible to be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I wrote that last sentence, our comatose-scientist-friend stood up, got her coat and walked out into the real world. Lucky bitch.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12453777-113061145620438264?l=oneboredmunky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneboredmunky.blogspot.com/feeds/113061145620438264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12453777&amp;postID=113061145620438264' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12453777/posts/default/113061145620438264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12453777/posts/default/113061145620438264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneboredmunky.blogspot.com/2005/10/internet-musings-from-lab-96c.html' title='Internet Musings From Lab 96c'/><author><name>MunkyMan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08186589883313855686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.formandfunction.com/word/wordbits/dandyBanana.png'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12453777.post-112567727248217114</id><published>2005-09-02T19:06:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-02T16:15:23.246Z</updated><title type='text'>Stupid People Make Me Laugh</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Discuss.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12453777-112567727248217114?l=oneboredmunky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneboredmunky.blogspot.com/feeds/112567727248217114/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12453777&amp;postID=112567727248217114' title='15 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12453777/posts/default/112567727248217114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12453777/posts/default/112567727248217114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneboredmunky.blogspot.com/2005/09/stupid-people-make-me-laugh.html' title='Stupid People Make Me Laugh'/><author><name>MunkyMan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08186589883313855686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.formandfunction.com/word/wordbits/dandyBanana.png'/></author><thr:total>15</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12453777.post-112504992382880179</id><published>2005-08-26T09:48:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-09-02T16:04:28.720Z</updated><title type='text'>I Am Returned.</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Gooooooooood morning, BlogFans!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My long-neglected blog is getting some attention! Not because I'm bored (although that is part of it) or because I have some highly relevant, interestingly shocking, "Oh thank you, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Superman&lt;/span&gt;, you just saved the world", information for you all. No, ladies and gentlemen I am on a mission.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok, I've got a quiz thingy to fill in. Now stop laughing at me, sit back and enjoy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last book you read: Dave Gorman's &lt;span style="color:#3333ff;"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffff00;"&gt;o&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#3366ff;"&gt;g&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;l&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;e&lt;/span&gt;whack Adventure. I'd like to say "You really don't wanna know..." but its not as bad as it sounds.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last phone number you called: Urm.... at a guess I'd say my sister's number when we were both trying (and failing) to find eachother in -shudder- &lt;span style="color:#993300;"&gt;Wakefield&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last show you watched on TV: &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Scrubs&lt;/span&gt;, and before that... &lt;span style="color:#33ff33;"&gt;Scrubs&lt;/span&gt; - BUT - before that, &lt;span style="color:#ff0000;"&gt;Dead Ringers&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you ate: Mini Chocolate Roll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you cried: I haven't cried in ages now I come to think of it! Probably a couple of months ago. Crying always struck me as really pointless for anyone over the age of 3 (since by then you can actually communicate to someone what is wrong with you) and yet we still seem to do it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you smiled: Well, I'm listening to The Colour And The Shape by &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Foo Fighters&lt;/span&gt; and I'm on track 12 now so i probably last smiled when track..... 11, Everlong, came on. Love that song.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you hugged: Probably a member of my family, just not sure which one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last person you talked to on the phone: That would be &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cat&lt;/span&gt;. She really shouldn't worry about the fact that she happened to have lots to do at the same time (not her fault!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you smelled: So tempting to say "&lt;span style="color:#c0c0c0;"&gt;cocaine&lt;/span&gt;" just to get the reaction, but the truthful answer would probably beeee..... Deoderant. How Interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last CD that you bought: Urm..... this could be a while back. Ok, after checking my CD collection, i would have to say (disbelievingly) that it will have been Bang Bang Rock 'n' Roll by Art Brut. That was ages ago!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last song you sang: Probably "Everlong" again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last thing you laughed at: This morning, when I saw the accidentally seductive pose I'd managed to leave my Munky in last night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's in your cd player: Well, since the afore-mentioned&lt;br /&gt;piece of genius by the &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Foo Fighters&lt;/span&gt; has finished, I'm now onto "Make Up The Breakdown" by &lt;span style="color:#ffcc00;"&gt;Hot Hot Heat&lt;/span&gt; ("Bandages up my legs and my arms from you...")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What time did you wake up today: 11am. About an hour ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current favorite article of clothing: My &lt;strong&gt;big black coat&lt;/strong&gt;! I hadn't worn it in ages until yesterday (yesterday was cold!). I love that coat.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite place to be: There are a few, although &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cat&lt;/span&gt;'s "My bed" comment is is pretty high on my list. (Oh God.... you all know what I meant! I meant MY bed, NOT &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cat&lt;/span&gt;'s bed. I could have just deleted that and rewrote it but this way is funnier for those reading it. Except maybe &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cat&lt;/span&gt;. Sorry &lt;span style="color:#ff99ff;"&gt;Cat&lt;/span&gt;!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Least favorite place: &lt;strong&gt;Birmingham&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you believe in an afterlife? I change my mind. At the minute, no.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In Heaven or Hell: Hmmm.... I don't know. But then, who does?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How tall are you: Somewhere either just above or just below 6'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current favorite word: urm.... don't put me on the spot like this!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favorite Book: Again, there are a few. To name four off the top of my head: both Dave Gorman books, The Hollow Chocolate Bunnies of the Apocolypse by Robert Rankin and 1984 by George Orwell.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Random lyric: "Ok, I take it all back anyway. Now what was I supposed to say?" Actually, I'm not sure just how random this one is because it kind reminds me of how I sometimes (fail to) argue. (Anyone who's ever argued with me about something I really couldn't be bothered to argue about might know what i mean)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If I could be doing anything right now, i would be: Experiencing a sudden, empowering urge to do all my coursework. That or learning to &lt;span style="color:#33ccff;"&gt;Waterski&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you a daredevil? Occasionally. I like to try new things!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever told a secret you swore you'd never tell?: Pretty sure I haven't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do looks matter? Well, that depends what for. If you're a model or an actor then yes, quite alot. If you're talking about someone's &lt;span style="color:#33cc00;"&gt;Badminton&lt;/span&gt; playing ability, then no, not at all. If, however, I want to stop being annoying and answer the question as it was meant to be answered than I would have to say "No, not really"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you release your anger? I don't&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My second home is: Usually you would see some rather sardonic comment involving my Dad's house here. But, since I'm not too sure about that at the moment, my answer is simply "My Dad's House"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing i have that i wish i didn't is: The impulse to make jokes when uncomfortable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;All you need is: Hats. I always find a good, hilarious hat solves most problems.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something i want but i don't really need is: A video camera&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Something I need but i don't really want is: Some iron in my bloodstream. Damn you, anemia! You win this time!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*do you...*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;drink?: Occasionlly.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a boyfriend/girlfriend: Nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a dream that keeps coming back? Not recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;believe there is life on other planets? Yes. There are alot of planets out there.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;read the newspaper? i have done before, but only certain parts. The &lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;bserver &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;usic &lt;strong&gt;M&lt;/strong&gt;onthly once my mum's let go of it, and the horoscopes on the way to school (not because I believe in them, I'm not really sure why....).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;consider yourself tolerant of others? Most people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;consider police a friend or foe? Depends who you are.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tagging: &lt;strong&gt;Everybody!&lt;/strong&gt; Gotcha!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12453777-112504992382880179?l=oneboredmunky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneboredmunky.blogspot.com/feeds/112504992382880179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12453777&amp;postID=112504992382880179' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12453777/posts/default/112504992382880179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12453777/posts/default/112504992382880179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneboredmunky.blogspot.com/2005/08/i-am-returned.html' title='I Am Returned.'/><author><name>MunkyMan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08186589883313855686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.formandfunction.com/word/wordbits/dandyBanana.png'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-12453777.post-111635630138663676</id><published>2005-05-17T18:14:00.000Z</published><updated>2005-05-18T15:06:14.360Z</updated><title type='text'>Hello There</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Well, I suppose a little introduction is in order.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;But let’s get one thing straight first; I am &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; here to entertain you. I'm here to entertain myself. If you happen to become entertained in the process, well that just works out for both of us doesn't it? (But I'm seriously not promising that you will be entertained in any way) As implied by the title, this is merely something to do when I'm bored. Obviously there are more entertaining things to do, but when these all fail me (and it has been known) I will come here.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;So, if you find what I have to say boring, or see it as a complete waste of time - don't complain, don't post annoying comments, just remember: &lt;strong&gt;There's probably something better you could be doing with your life right now.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;My name's &lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Peter&lt;/span&gt;, by the way. How do you do?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;-------&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;To anyone whom* I have recommended "&lt;span style="color:#ff6600;"&gt;A Clockwork Orange&lt;/span&gt;" to:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;I take it back, the idea behind the film is genius, a lot of the directing and such is amazing, but some of the scenes - especially near the beginning - are particularly graphic and rather disturbing. For some reason, I failed to notice this when I last watched it (Age 11)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seriously, watch &lt;span style="color:#009900;"&gt;Bambi&lt;/span&gt; or something, I hear it’s a piece of genius.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;"&gt;*Check out the grammatical correctness there! Or, least I hope it's correct, otherwise I look even more stupid than just using "who" (But that's boring anyway!)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Courier New;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/12453777-111635630138663676?l=oneboredmunky.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://oneboredmunky.blogspot.com/feeds/111635630138663676/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=12453777&amp;postID=111635630138663676' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12453777/posts/default/111635630138663676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/12453777/posts/default/111635630138663676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://oneboredmunky.blogspot.com/2005/05/hello-there.html' title='Hello There'/><author><name>MunkyMan</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08186589883313855686</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='25' height='32' src='http://www.formandfunction.com/word/wordbits/dandyBanana.png'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry></feed>
