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  <title>Boxer</title>
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    <name>Boxer</name>
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  <updated>2008-12-06T03:01:00Z</updated>
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    <title>further proof i am a gay</title>
    <published>2008-12-06T03:01:00Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-06T03:01:00Z</updated>
    <lj:music>elton john</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whos offering&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm lubed up and ready to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hello gregs housemat/friend&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no it's greg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My friend play this game too&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tho usually its just &amp;quot;im gay lol&amp;quot;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no no it;s really me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They aren't very creative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sick of fking ashley in a dressed like a bunny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ashley in a dressed like a bunny?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shit&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minus the in a&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it's tiring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you're a furry?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dun just want ashley to go down the rabbit hole&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you get me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is the rabbit hole your anus?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;duh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats hawt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its an alice in wonderland reference&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky i dun want you for your smarts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just your oilled up body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with lots of oil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is rather sexy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come over&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and explore my orifices&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait for me naked on the porch, on my way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bring anal plugs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mines in 24/7 baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not for long&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon it'll be me in there baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hawt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Liam says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.meatspin.com&lt;br /&gt;Liam says:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;to keep you warm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;</content>
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    <title>proof that I am a screaming queen</title>
    <published>2008-12-06T02:42:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-12-06T02:42:31Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Village People - In The Navy</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wanna fuck?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dubsy loves Steph says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sure why not cowboy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sweet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cum ova&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll giv you a good time baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dubsy loves Steph says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh I need one of those&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do you have any costumes?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna do it with an astronaut&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dubsy loves Steph says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll take you to the moon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh yeah baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanna ride your rocket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dubsy loves Steph says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I prefer to call it an astro train&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even more erotic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Boxer - I like going to the dollar store better.. it's more casual, I don't have to get dressed up like when I go to Wal-mart. says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man i'm getting all steamy just thinkin about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Dubsy loves Steph says:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;alright I'll be over in a minute</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:captainrhubarb:24761</id>
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    <title>I'm fairly sure I'll be going to the opening if anyone is keen to join</title>
    <published>2008-11-30T05:41:53Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-30T05:41:53Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.laced.com.au/images/new/08tillinfinity.gif" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Video post - feel free to ignore me</title>
    <published>2008-11-23T14:32:17Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-23T14:32:17Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Hmmm, I'd post something here about lyfe if my brain wasn't so boned from my recent sleeping patterns.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well anyway, here's a video that legitimately amazed me.  I really do have new found respect for pianists.  Dragonforce have nothing on said musicians.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="25" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(note: Dragonforce are a poor example of good guitar work, but I ain't gonna put Hendrix in any form of negative light)</content>
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    <title>captainrhubarb @ 2008-11-21T19:11:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-21T09:13:44Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-21T09:14:00Z</updated>
    <content type="html">To whom it may concern,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Boxer, I say I have awesome guns, but really I don't. But I like to get together with Holzen, and we rub baby oil on each other squealing and saying 'OOOOH TICKLISH!' Then we cuddle for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And then we get in our furries costumes and make out as kitten men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all.</content>
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    <title>captainrhubarb @ 2008-11-13T20:27:00</title>
    <published>2008-11-13T10:28:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-11-13T10:28:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">The meaning of life is...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have weird cheese forming in the orifices of my body.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:captainrhubarb:23669</id>
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    <title>So I got a guy from work and my brother to fill up a harddrive full of videos</title>
    <published>2008-10-13T10:08:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-10-13T10:08:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Oh god, I didn't know they made this many different TV series.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: Dexter and Jonathan Creek are awesome.</content>
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    <title>WEEEE'RE A HAPPY TEAM AT HAWTHORNE</title>
    <published>2008-09-27T15:02:11Z</published>
    <updated>2008-09-27T15:02:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">OK, first things first. I'm really really drunk right now.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was an error processing your request:&lt;br /&gt;    * Must provide entry text.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;= good indication of my sobriety, can't even type the subject properly.  This pretty much means I'm in the mood to right an essay of an LJ right now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K first things first: description of my day:&lt;br /&gt;Hawthorn wins for the first time since 1991, I am over the moon.  You couldn't wipe the smile off my face since 4:00pm this afternoon.  I watched said game at the chalk.  I wish I kept a tally of how many bogan hawthorn supporters I hugged, all of which had 1-2 missing teeth and a rats tail, I'd think at least 9.  YAY TEAM.  I doubt anyone cares about my love of this entertainging game which we haven't won a premiership in since 1991, so I'll move on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I came home earlier than I probably should have.  Why? because I am sick of going out.  Clubs bore the shit out of me, I have honestly given up on even trying nowadays.  The only time I ever feel depressed is after a failed opportunity, which seems to happen rather often when I put on my beer goggles.  It may sound lame but I need to find a girl I can trust, and I'm willing to wait a few years for one to come along.  Especially one that finds my f****** retarded sense of humour: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(Whats the difference between a rectal and oral thermometer?   the taste)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eh, anyways, It all don't matter, I'm on a high from the afl win + alcohol.  (I swear I have warn out my backspace from pressing it so much).  Also, 2 things I wanted to mention:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit after post: forgot to mention I'm gonna sound like an arrogant prick for this bit, but i'm sure you'll live.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1: I got kicked out of a club for being "too drunk" apparently I needed to sober up for 1/2 an hour.  That is the biggest fucking bullshit excuse I have ever heard in my life.  I was faaar less drunk than I am now with 3 other guys, more underdressed than I was at the time.  And some arsewhipe of a bouncer wouldn't let me into the mustang.  OK.  Here is the part of the LJ where I sound like an arrogant prick:  Fuck you bouncer guy, I don'y say fuck very often, but I make an exception for this case, you are worse than the shit that I scrape from my shoe.  My brother and his friends went in line in front of me, I hung back, adding more credit to my phone account.  I showed him my ID, got told to sober up for 1/2 an hour.  At that point there was so much I wanted to say, but decided the passive approach would prove I wasn't going to cuase trouble.  BS, that didn't work, 15 minutes later he wouldn't let me in.  I got my brother to get his friends and move to another club with me out of principle, but Here's what I should of said to that tiny wanged wanker, who will be working outside a club every friday/saturday of his life: What do you think about the current situation RE: the american economy atm.  Do you believe this 700Bn bailout package proposed by the bush administration is a good idea?  I mean, It's practically giving the larger investment banks another layer of insurance, but they kinda deserve whatever difficulties they find themselves in.  I mean, after creating the CDO instruments and giving the upper tranche a AAA credit rating, surely the market needed to take A hit to show that a free market is only really effective in theory... (pretend I ramble on for about 20 minutes because I easly could, but I don't wanna scare away the 1.5 people who still read my LJ.)  Anyways, bouncers suck, and if you get the chance to avoid the mustang, please do (out of principle).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm pretty sure I stopped paragraph/point #1 midway through a point, but i'll move on.  &lt;br /&gt;2.  Hmm, what was I planing on saying here?  &lt;br /&gt;shit, that last paragraph drained too much mental capacity from me, I feel brain dead.  /oh wait&lt;br /&gt;Scrolling up leads me to believe I wanted to mention the current situation with Julian (he seems to be a constant source of storys).  Ok, First, I must say something that actually does make me think my problems are insignificant/whiney.  Julian's gf has been diagnosed with a brain leakage (of blood) and has been given 2 years to live.  She's mopey, he's mopey and I'm mopey, hence why I'm about to change the subject.  Story #2 = I love the stones corner neighborhood.  About two nights ago our next door neighbors lost their dog.  Queue 2 hours of calling out the dogs name.  After getting f***** pissed at such a pointless endevour, someone in our street must have called the cops.  They came.  They left.  We got blamed for said call.  Now, I wasn't home at the time, so Julian copped about 5 mins of abuse before closing all front windows/doors.  Queue crazy bogan lady screaming at abuse in out back friggan yard.  He cracked it pretty soon after, screamed a few explicitdeleteds and called the cops.  All was good for the rest of the day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2am 2 nights ago:&lt;br /&gt;IIIIIIII CALLED MY FAMLEEEEEEEEEE&lt;br /&gt;THAY JUST LAAAAAAAAAAGHED&lt;br /&gt;THEY LAAAAAAAAAAAAGHED&lt;br /&gt;YOU FUCKS&lt;br /&gt;YOU FUCKS&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;*CALLS DOGS NAME*&lt;br /&gt;*CALLS DOGS NAME*&lt;br /&gt;*CALLS DOGS NAME*&lt;br /&gt;*CALLS DOGS NAME*&lt;br /&gt;*CALLS DOGS NAME*&lt;br /&gt;*CALLS DOGS NAME*&lt;br /&gt;FUCK YOU&lt;br /&gt;YOU FUCKING KILLED HIM&lt;br /&gt;YOU FUCKING KILLED HIM&lt;br /&gt;YOU FUCKING KILLED HIM&lt;br /&gt;*CALLS DOGS NAME*&lt;br /&gt;*CALLS DOGS NAME*&lt;br /&gt;*CALLS DOGS NAME*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;etc. you get the point.  I think Julian raged back on our houses behalf at some point.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyways I got woken up, I got a shit nights sleep , and I can't think of a way to finish this story.  I'mma gonna end it here saying my neighbors piss me off.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As you can see I haven't posted in a while so there is quite a bit on my mind (so much more than has been said here).  If you are reading this sentence, I thank you, joo sir, are a champion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is all,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxer out.</content>
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    <title>Hmmm, Cleveland.  This house has foxtel and and old computer.  Livejournal shall entertain me!</title>
    <published>2008-08-19T13:11:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-08-19T13:17:06Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Nirvana - All Apologies</lj:music>
    <content type="html">So I don't think I've written one of these in a while, I don't even think I've done an aftermath-of-moving-out post.  Hmmm, maybe this shall be it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm actually loving it: meeting new people (in part due to the fact that I ain't living in Cleveland no more), learning to cook, living with some pretty shweet people, living close to the city/work etc.  Hell, I don't even think I've been remotely depressed since I moved out.  but I mean, there really isn't all that much to talk about on this site when you aren't prepared to whine about lyfe.  Eh, I'll just descend into a rambling story about yesterday that doesn't really go anywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Went shopping with 2 of my housemates, that was fine (Jokes were made in the condom section and good times were had by all).  Then they decided to let me cook fish.  Yes, that's right, they left me in charge of something that involves fire.  As it turns out, breadcrumbs.. kinda.. burn when you spill them on the pan, and turn into that black bubbling goo that smells oh so good.  Buuuuut enough about my failed attempt to make fish (or what turned into about 50 different pieces of crumbed fish).  I, naturally, gobbled down the delicious flavors of... caramelized crumbed fish pretty damn quickly (before the others really started) and then proceeded to wash up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got to about the 5th plate, when I start to hear this odd sound coming from the dinner table.  Kind of like the sound you would expect a mad scientist strangling an overweight Walrus to make.  Yes my friends, Julian had once again found something so funny that he was laughing and wheezing at the same time.  The very same cackle he made when he found out I fell out of a window when I was a kid.  I was about to go and check on him (making sure my food didn't give him a seizure or something) when I hear Fiona (Buffy fan roommate) scream "YOU'RE FUCKING DISGUSTING JULIAN" and storm of angrily to her room.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I was curious.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I walk into the next room to see Julian multitasking at the dinner table.  Fork in one hand, wanky little mac in the other.  And just what was playing on this computer? why yes, that's correct, he was watching &lt;a href="http://www.encyclopediadramatica.com/Church_of_fudge"&gt;Church of fudge&lt;/a&gt;.  Not only did he voluntarily choose to watch said video, but he also casually kept eating his dinner as poo went all over the German Nun's face.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I live with some weird sorts.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I think you people have desensitized me to shit (literally) like that. I watched it without even flinching.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news, I'm thinking about having a housewarming in the near future, just gotta get off my arse and organize it.  You can all meet the maths geeks I work with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else should I say?&lt;br /&gt;EEEEEVVVVERYONE IS [a] GAAAAAAAAAAAY&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="24" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: &lt;br /&gt;- .:  JuLج:. - .:Ĵ Ĵ Ŵħīţě:. - kgo supertend says:&lt;br /&gt;i dont think its a real nun / preist</content>
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    <title>This is hypnotic...</title>
    <published>2008-07-31T14:14:38Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-31T14:21:42Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://notallmine.net/cam.asp"&gt;http://notallmine.net/cam.asp&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My message: "I'm sorry Dave, I'm afraid I can't do that"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;**** I'm a nerd.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edit: I did do the obligatory penis joke too (Borrowed the trusty "MY PENIS TELLS ME TO DESTROY" from Ash.  I also had a good chortle at "The wall colour is the colour of vaginas").</content>
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    <title>The promised verbal diarrhea</title>
    <published>2008-07-13T13:23:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-13T13:24:50Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Pixies</lj:music>
    <content type="html">I'm tired, but good ol' Mr headache is telling me I can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I opened up this window while waiting for the panadol to kick in.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So hear it comes...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a name="cutid1"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my attempt at salvaging a friendship with Marie is over before it even started.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never did get an apology for her part in the whole mess, and I never got unblocked from msn.  She can be nucking futs if she wants; but I'd rather it was done elsewhere, away from me.  I don't exactly plan on turning my back on what I believe should be done jus' because I used to enjoy being around her.  I wonder if I'll get labeled as being passive aggressive again?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I've got 30 burnt DVDs worth of birthday present I have to palm off on someone, lest they get lost in my labyrinth of a bedroom. (files only I'm afraid, but I have an unused DVD player that can play them)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Subject change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I've been moody of late and my self esteem has continued to be pretty damn shoddy, this is more to do with how pathetic I see my sex life than anything else.  I'm not too concerned at this stage, I haven't exactly got an emotional nature/history.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still looking forward to moving out etc, get out of this social nightmare of a suburb and move on to greener pastures.  There seems to be a few awesome people in my random assortment of work colleagues, which is also a plus.  They have taken a liking to calling me &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=FcNHoOaoNhU"&gt;ol' Greg&lt;/a&gt;.  Also: I swear there must be a look about me, I'm already getting the occasional gay joke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I saw Hancock with them on Friday night. That movie was actually pretty funny early on, but they need to fire whoever wrote the second half.  And this is coming from someone who was tipsy while watching it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Life would be so much easier if being a recluse was always fun.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyone got a towel? I think I made a mess.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Still haven't found out if the future roommates are fine with a largish housewarming party, so the event is still tentative at this stage.  One of the guys I work with really wants to DJ, and the rest are relatively keen to attend.  It's practically organizing itself.</content>
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    <title>Super Happy Fun Post</title>
    <published>2008-07-10T04:36:03Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-10T04:42:10Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;b&gt;jenny says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    tax refund before colonial income is $1879.  It should&lt;br /&gt;    be a bit more with the colonial imp cr.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jenny = my mum/Accountant's name.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Feel free to make a mum joke.... now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julz says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    k - we've just got a form here for you to sign so we can put &lt;br /&gt;    you on the lese&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julz says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;   lease*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;still don't have a definite date yet though as:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Boxer - @Work says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    got a date that the other girl is leaving?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julz says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    not 100% sure yet&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Julz says:&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    she went to tamworth for a funeral</content>
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    <title>Scientologists Make the Best Music</title>
    <published>2008-07-07T12:46:57Z</published>
    <updated>2008-07-07T12:46:57Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Beck - Modern Guilt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="23" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd write a whole buncha stuff here, but I really cbf.  The verbal diarrhea will spew from my LJ one of these days...</content>
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    <title>:D</title>
    <published>2008-06-19T08:12:26Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-19T08:12:26Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Get this podcast #85</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.boston.com/bostonglobe/ideas/naps/"&gt;Detailed instructions on how to have a nap&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know most of you have sleeping patterns as shit as me, so it's worth the read.  Naps are awesome anyways.</content>
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    <title>I'm in an odd mood... but it will probably come across in this ramble</title>
    <published>2008-06-16T10:31:59Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-16T10:31:59Z</updated>
    <lj:music>One/Take 5 - Rodrigo y Gabriela</lj:music>
    <content type="html">Well, here's a bunch of shit that can be done at some point in the future, it seems that the only way that me organizing things works is if I pose an idea and a whole bunch of people are keen.  So I'm just gonna write down things here and one may eventually get organized at some point in the future.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Attempt #2 at making normal and/or chocolate pizzas when Ashley gets over his "is it just me or does my arse look big" stage.  What a douche.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I think I have a trivial pursuit game somewhere in this house, or there are plenty of clubs that serve alcohol AND have trivia :D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I may be moving out at some point in the near future.  Apparently one of them housewarming shindigs are a must.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I haven't been bowling in years, but last time someone attempted to organize that it.. kinda.. fizzled.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- Anyone been to see something at the globe? I get curious sometimes (If someone makes a gay joke, I'mma gonna cry).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- There is that boat that's sitting outside my house.. but.. you know.. winter and all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;- I can't think of much else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In other news I'm really really scared.  I'm up to the start of season 2 of house.  This is slowly turning into a soap.  Why am I watching a soap? Ugh, once you start on these things you can't stop.  NOooooOoO escape.  And why does hot girl lady like old hairy angry guy?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am loving having an ipod again for the walk back to the station.  I wonder if anyone is a little creeped out the weird guy headbanging and playing air drums in the middle of Stones Corner (ftr, it was to Roller-coaster of Love - RHCP).</content>
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    <title>AFK, Goin' through TSPOs discography again, apparently I missed gems like this:</title>
    <published>2008-06-09T01:53:32Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-09T01:53:32Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Apparently there is no video for this anyways (sadface).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="22" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>Comments from last night:</title>
    <published>2008-06-01T05:12:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-06-01T05:12:50Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Ah, so THAT'S why everyone hates sambucca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The goon prolly didn't help.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: /</content>
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    <title>captainrhubarb @ 2008-05-24T16:53:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-24T07:04:39Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-24T07:04:39Z</updated>
    <content type="html">So I was relatively depressed today over the state of my social/sex life.  A whole weekend of nothing to look forward to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This probably wasn't helped by the fact that I was wading through Pink Floyd's depressing (but very, very good) discography.  The wall is alot better than I was expecting. But anyways, about an hour ago I decided to punish my body a li'l with the trusty 5k jog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then this came on...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*power metal/fan made video warning*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="21" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Needless to say it got me sprinting and happy again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then a nice little acoustic cover of eye of the tiger came on.  There is no better running music.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and finally, good ol' cake.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;i&gt;I want a girl, with good dividends&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I take comfort in the fact that I'm prolly the fittest I've ever been, and have tried and will always try and do what I believe to be the right/moral thing to do.</content>
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    <title>People who watch oprah are crazy</title>
    <published>2008-05-20T10:49:18Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-20T10:49:18Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="20" /&gt;</content>
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    <title>captainrhubarb @ 2008-05-12T20:52:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-12T10:56:16Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-12T10:56:16Z</updated>
    <content type="html">ROSS NOBLE AT 6:30 TOMMOROW AT SOUTH BANK.  I'LL HAVE MY PHONE ON ME AND BE ON MSN ALL DAY SO I CAN TELL YOU WHAT PUB WE ARE AT WHEN YOU ARRIVE (I DON'T KNOW THE PUBS WELL ENOUGH TO CHOOSE ONE).  SHOW STARTS AT 8.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'VE PROLLY FORGOTTEN DETAILS IN THIS HASTILY WRITTEN SUMMARY.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;KGO.</content>
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    <title>My Productive Morning...</title>
    <published>2008-05-10T00:33:50Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-10T00:34:34Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i94.photobucket.com/albums/l113/niceshot-/6405.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://i127.photobucket.com/albums/p149/y2knw/stupid%20pictures%204/english5.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://www.heyokay.com/wp-content/images/fresh.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://robotmantheblog.files.wordpress.com/2007/08/chatlog.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.nicovideo.jp/img/tpl/head/icon/nico/"&gt;Anyone want some MSN emoticons?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also: O'riellys next Sunday?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mum tells me I'm not doing anything.</content>
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    <title>captainrhubarb @ 2008-05-07T21:01:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-07T11:03:43Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-07T11:03:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://www.penny-arcade.com/images/2008/20080507.jpg"&gt;</content>
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    <title>captainrhubarb @ 2008-05-06T23:25:00</title>
    <published>2008-05-06T13:29:29Z</published>
    <updated>2008-05-06T13:29:29Z</updated>
    <content type="html">I tried. I'm sick of feeling like I'm being treated like shit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm done.</content>
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    <title>Ross Noble date reminder</title>
    <published>2008-04-26T05:26:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-26T05:26:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Tue 13 May 2008, 8:00PM</content>
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    <title>captainrhubarb @ 2008-04-20T19:33:00</title>
    <published>2008-04-20T09:36:31Z</published>
    <updated>2008-04-20T09:36:31Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Drop everything and go see forgetting Sarah Marshall, great movie.  And shame on you all for not nagging me to put more effort into organizing said event &amp;lt;_&amp;lt;.</content>
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