<?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-7135531104189920711</id><updated>2011-07-08T05:28:27.210-07:00</updated><category term='Episode 1'/><title type='text'>Some Moe Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>This is a blog describing me, Logan, or Moe (as my name is on the internet) and random events, thoughts, or things I find or do.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somemoeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135531104189920711/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somemoeblog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>-Moe-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16593584423673175449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FtAhLhSe9U/StUzCjjS2MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QbrUifejqgc/S220/Red+Moe.jpg'/></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-7135531104189920711.post-3461143713065479131</id><published>2009-10-28T22:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T22:36:40.818-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Final Post on THIS blog.</title><content type='html'>Hello&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am no longer going to be posting in a blog, but through my short story.  It is finally landing in a place where I can start adding my own aspects of life and what is going on in my life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PLEASE spread the link, cause whether or not you know me personally, you can still read the story, and I need TONS of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;honest&lt;/span&gt; feedback.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;http://watchingsmb.blogspot.com/&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the link, I just finished chapter 2.  I will be adding my music selections to the playlist in the sidebar on that site also.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why do I not want to post in a blog?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well, do YOU wanna name names, or in my case, give fake names to people whom it is obvious to, possibly hurt feelings?  Not me.  I don't want to shout out my feelings to a website that has 2-3 viewers every other time I post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In conclusion, my short-story, Watching, is my new blog, but I will be less blunt about it.  Yes, you have to use your brain to figure out hidden messages I left in there.  Gasp, deal with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adios,&lt;br /&gt;Logan&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7135531104189920711-3461143713065479131?l=somemoeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somemoeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3461143713065479131/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somemoeblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/final-post-on-this-blog.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135531104189920711/posts/default/3461143713065479131'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135531104189920711/posts/default/3461143713065479131'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somemoeblog.blogspot.com/2009/10/final-post-on-this-blog.html' title='Final Post on THIS blog.'/><author><name>-Moe-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16593584423673175449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FtAhLhSe9U/StUzCjjS2MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QbrUifejqgc/S220/Red+Moe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135531104189920711.post-7796379190463042554</id><published>2009-09-24T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-24T20:47:07.397-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching - An Online Novel</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;http://watchingsmb.blogspot.com/&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;I am bored, so I am gonna try writing a weekly/biweekly story, just because I can.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;No songs, no details I want to expound upon. Goodbye.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-&lt;span style="font-family: webdings;"&gt;Moe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7135531104189920711-7796379190463042554?l=somemoeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somemoeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7796379190463042554/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somemoeblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/watching-online-novel.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135531104189920711/posts/default/7796379190463042554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135531104189920711/posts/default/7796379190463042554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somemoeblog.blogspot.com/2009/09/watching-online-novel.html' title='Watching - An Online Novel'/><author><name>-Moe-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16593584423673175449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FtAhLhSe9U/StUzCjjS2MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QbrUifejqgc/S220/Red+Moe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135531104189920711.post-7895533513962195244</id><published>2009-04-10T00:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T20:08:09.977-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And now I can accept it all...</title><content type='html'>First off, I know it's been a long time since my last post, and I apologize, but over the time, I have decided a lot of crazy things.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is my first time at a new school. I had to cut my hair, and that was so sucky, 'cause I had awesome LONG hair (hah).  We (me and my little brother) left our old school, Brimhall, because we were bullied daily, and the education SUCKED!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First day, I look at everyone in Spanish class, and thought,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Gosh, this school is gonna suck. I will just stay away from everyone, get sucked into the life of music. EVERYONE is a girl, Mormon, or a Mormon girl.  I like her, shes never gonna like me. I'm never gonna get into the popular group. The teachers are going to hate me. Well, at least life will be like I wanted it....me...and no one else"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In my Yearbook class, I got just sorta passed over...except the person who knew what I was going through. Eventually, I find out that the "thing" is Facebook.  I started an account, and I think I was just sorta added, but never talked to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone asked for the homework about 5 weeks into school. I gave it to her and made a joke. She laughed. We talked. And what I thought would never happened...I sat with who I considered "the popular" people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and her (the girl who brought me to the table) started hanging out more.  It was almost every weekend we would hang out now. At the same time, I befriended most at our table.  The person I thought I would NEVER be friends with, or never even communicate with started becoming a friend.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Me and the girl who brought me together eventually became BF/GF, and then we broke up, and got together again...and broke up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;--From that time, I have had 2 other girlfriends. One was a heroine addict, the other had short-term memory loss (yes, like in 50-first dates)--&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But we still manage to be friends 'till this day. When I wasn't with anyone, I would crush like crazy, it was sorta funny; but what's even funnier is I would tell everyone! But overall, I ended up mostly crushing on the girl I mentioned in the beginning, the one I thought I would never have a chance with.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In English, Never-had-a-chance girl started talking with this guy in there. He obviously liked her, so he did what he did and tried to get her. This interfered with my feelings for her. Then he started sitting at our table. I heard stories of what "he" did at school today, how hilarious and funny he is.  And it seemed like she was falling for him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One time, we were just talking, and a comment usually directed towards me was shot at him, and he made something better out of it than what I do. At that moment, I felt like I was being replaced by someone who at the time I hated with a burning passion.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, I had accumulated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;I liked someone who liked the guy I hated&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;I was being replaced by someone I hated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Someone I liked was falling for someone else&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;And I wanted to just leave the table, the people, the school even, 'cause it was all just drama.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;So...what happened tonight to change all of that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Never-hadda-chance got a boyfriend about a week ago...not the guy I hated, but someone who is just really an awesome guy, and I couldn't hate him for taking the person I liked so much. Tonight, I was at a dance/hangout with a whole buncha people.  I saw them dancing, and I couldn't take it, I tried to get a way home, but couldn't get one.  I just sat in a corner for about 5 minutes, all of the time thinking "Why? Why didn't I do anything for someone who I like soo mcuh??" Then...right then...I went out to go talk with some other people, who just basically ignored me, but I was alright with that, I ignored them, too.  I saw a red car pull up, someone said "OH MY GOSH!! It's Dale!!"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dale is one of the coolest people I know, and it's impossible to be depressed around him, for me. I run up to the car...jump on it, and he opens the door and says "Get off or diee!!" Which was just hilarious to me. I spent some time with him and the brother of the first girlfriend, completely forgetting it all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At the end of the night, I said I would hang with Never-hadda-chance after her boyfriend left and another friend from the table. She said "Guys....I am really happy now!"...thats when I became happy for her and her boyfriend. My wanting feelings for her drained, and I can now accept that they are together, and I will probably never get to be with her, because they are great together.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So...what happened to the guy I hated?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He IMed me one night, complaining about moving objects and seeing circles. I hated him, so I just brushed it aside. He wouldn't stop complaining, so I yelled him out. He signed off, and from then, I vowed to make life soo much harder for him. I stopped sitting at our table because of him, hoping that people would blame him.  After several days of them searching for me (I was hiding from them in lunch) I came out and started sitting with our table. I apologized to the guy who I USED to hate, and...well, I said used to hate, that's enough right there. I accepted that if me and her were meant to be together, then fate would bring us together. I found that I wasn't really being replaced by him, and it was something of my own imagination.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What happened to me wanting to leave the school?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I went to the top of the school. 1 staircase and 7 ladders.  I wrote my name several times...and I just made my mark...I looked back at what I had done this whole year. I helped make the yearbook. I went from scary new kid to what I am now. I sit with the popular people. I made so many friends. If I left...I would be just taste testing something I, which I now understood, loved to death. This school. There is just sooo much about this school that is different from all the others. I don't know exactly what it is...but it's enough to make me not leave...I love it here...I love the people here...it's all amazing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can proudly say...I don't have a problems anymore...questions I had are answered...feelings are satisfied and put behind me...and I can finally say that I am finally happy with life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5 Songs to Listen to-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nxpblnsJEWM"&gt;Creep - Radiohead&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_IIZPURwTK8"&gt;Redemption Song's - Bob Marley&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=fUVPX2U8A7c"&gt;Life and Death - Michael Giacchino&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MbZM6ZSlvvY"&gt;How It Ends - DeVotchKa&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TxfNI8Lh7is"&gt;Imagine - Jack Johnson&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I found myself on the ceiling today, eating myself from the inside. I took some acceptance and I'm dancing on the floor" -Moe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm out,&lt;br /&gt;-Moe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7135531104189920711-7895533513962195244?l=somemoeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somemoeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/7895533513962195244/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somemoeblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-now-i-can-accept-it-all.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135531104189920711/posts/default/7895533513962195244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135531104189920711/posts/default/7895533513962195244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somemoeblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-now-i-can-accept-it-all.html' title='And now I can accept it all...'/><author><name>-Moe-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16593584423673175449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FtAhLhSe9U/StUzCjjS2MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QbrUifejqgc/S220/Red+Moe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135531104189920711.post-2016405169836865999</id><published>2009-04-02T22:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T22:43:42.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'>And this is one that I urge for you to pass around...</title><content type='html'>I am not going to type anything. I am just going to leave you with this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YTdCzIduUb4"&gt;Wash Away - Joe Purdy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you need another link, let me know.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song is keeping me up, spiritually.  Right now, I am struggling with believing...I am just trying to make it through with a good ending...but let's face it, who isn't?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Moe&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7135531104189920711-2016405169836865999?l=somemoeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somemoeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2016405169836865999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somemoeblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-this-is-one-that-i-urge-for-you-to.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135531104189920711/posts/default/2016405169836865999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135531104189920711/posts/default/2016405169836865999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somemoeblog.blogspot.com/2009/04/and-this-is-one-that-i-urge-for-you-to.html' title='And this is one that I urge for you to pass around...'/><author><name>-Moe-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16593584423673175449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FtAhLhSe9U/StUzCjjS2MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QbrUifejqgc/S220/Red+Moe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135531104189920711.post-3447825288793816194</id><published>2009-02-27T20:26:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T20:05:33.831-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And cheaters suck, but will never go away...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Hey again, I'm SO ANGRY right now, and here's why.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today, I went to a Guitar Hero: World Tour tournament. My dad drove me to Best Buy, and i was excited like no other.  I was the first one there, and I get up to the guy doing registration. "Hey, I'm here for the tournament." and the guy said, "Okay, are you here with more people?" (it was originally a 1 on 1 person deal). We didn't bring anyone else, so we made a band from scratch. We got this really good 11 year old and I can't remember his name to save my life. We just played on the demo of Rock Band till the guy for registration came up to us with another kid, his name was Marcus. Then there was this guy, Mark, already there. He was wearing an Arby's shirt, I guess he worked there, and he had to chicks who would just follow him. So he was gonna be our singer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were all psyched out choosing our song, but ended up doing "Crazy Train" by Ozzy Osbourne. We started out, I was doing good, Marcus on bass was doing good. Mark didn't know the words...good for him he didn't even get to the words. Our guy on drums couldn't play it at all!  We decided to do a different song. We ended up doing "Float On" by Modest mouse...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I HATE EASY SONGS WITH A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PASSION!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But we did the song pretty well, everyone did good. Our guy Mark had to go, so we were left without a singer. When we finished, the guy doing registration pulled EVERYONE aside and told us the official rules. "Don't mess up other contestants, and let us get your scores when we're done.&lt;/span&gt;" &lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;That wasn't the offical song we were doing for round 1/3.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;We scavenged a singer, who was honestly my favorite person there, Brandon.  He wanted to play guitar, but was nice enough to let me do it. He had a Silverstein T-shirt, long hair (I love long hair, but now I'm at a uniform school, so I had to chop it off." We went first out of everyone. We played "Schism" by Tool. We chose this song on purpose cause it was easy to sing, there were a whole ton of free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;-form drum sessions, it was LOOOONG, and it was easy (for me). We got to the veeery end with a LOT of points...then Brandon on bass and Marcus on vocals totally crashed it.  We looked at the TV...96%!!!! I told him use star power, but we didn't. So after that, we did "What I've Done" by Linkin Park..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I HATE EASY SONGS WITH A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PASSION!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;But we did good. We made it to round 2. Then we just sorta left and practiced the demos. We played Rock Band and did the song "One Step Closer" by Linkin Park. It was me on guitar, Marcus on bass, and this one kid on drums, and I never got his name. But he kept following me, asking me to play a racing game on the PS3. I did one game and when we were about to start the next one, Brandon walked up to me and said, "Dude, we gotta decide on a song! I think we should do something hard so that we get some good points! Do you wanna do Scream Aim Fire?"...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I LOVE HARD SONGS WITH A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PASSION!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;The only problem was we had two guys who knew how to sing it. Brandon sang it, thanks a ton man, I was on guitar, same guy on drums, and Marcus on bass. The singer KNEW how to sing it, the drummer had to switch from hard to medium. I was on expert, (always, ALWAYS on expert.) and bass was on medium.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the way over to the stage it was being played on, I saw someone from my old school...he was one of the popular kids who would ALWAYS pick on me and treat me like crap.  He had is band together, and I sparked a conversation with the guitarist. He said that he could do all the song except "Hot For Teacher" by Van Halen and everything after that. I could do "Hot For Teacher" with ease, so I wasn't all that worried. He was amazed at our song choice, "Scream Aim Fire" by Bullet for my Valentine.  The guitarist, he stood right next to me as I was playing it...and heres one reason why I'm pissed. "DON'T MESS UP!! DON'T MESS UP!!!" Screaming that right next to me, which actually screwed me up. Results were in, we made it, off to the final. But also, the band that cheated made it to the finals too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Otherwise, I did excellent. I did the solo perfectly, which is the time where they just sorta stared at the TV just amazed.  Singer, excellent. Drummer, excellent. Bass....thought it was really really hard.  He was sorta the weight the rest of us carried.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We were on stage, going through every song deciding which one to do. We stopped at "B.Y.O.B." by System of a Down. We were going to do that with Brandon on vocals, Me on guitar, drummer on drums, and Marcus on bass.  We started, I was doing awesome, hitting 99% of it at least. Then...right when the bassline started playing, screen started flashing red. Then the song stopped and we lost it. I said let me do bass, guitar was easier than bass on this song, but he said that we were going to do "Santeria" by Sublime...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;I HATE EASY SONGS WITH A&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;B&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;U&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;R&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 153, 51);"&gt;N&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 0);"&gt;IN&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 51);"&gt;G&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;PASSION!!!!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt; And, like Scream, the guy, right next to me, yelling and messing me up. I messed up on the parts where I could get the most points, so that caused us a pretty low score. I wanted to do the EXACT same thing to him, sooo bad...but I didnt. I was NOT going to stoop down to his faggish level.  I watched him do "What I've Done"...and he hit every freaking note! Him and his band purposley chose the easiest song in the game, which really sucked 'cause it shows no skill.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They won. Everyone in the band got a 25 dollar gift card. The best player was....guess...that kid on guitar, Sam. HE got the other 25 dollar gift card. He got 50 bucks because he cheated. Our team would have won if he didn't do that. But at least I got a Coke....woo-frickin'-hoo...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As a joke, our band did an encore, "Hot For Teacher" by Van Halen. We had MARCUS on drums, drummer left, Brandon on vocals, and that was all. Marcus asked if this was hard, and I traded. He did guitar on medium and I did expert drums. He died about 30 seconds after the opening ended. I hit almost all the notes that came my way. I tried the song again, but solo. I messed up the beat and lost. I tried one more time...and lost. I did my own encore, "Satch Boogie" by Joe Satriani (hardest song in the game). I lost, and just felt so embarassed. My dad said I was awesome, but I just felt ashamed...I don't know why, it's just a game, I shouldn't be, but I really don't have a lot else in my life. My social life is on the brink of drowning and I'm just stuck with this life...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Guys...don't cheat, no matter how bad you wanna win. They do NOT let you take WATER BOTTLES in to test rooms, 'cause people have written answers on the inside of the label and copied it down on the test. And if someone else cheats, don't go down with them, have some pride.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;7 Songs to Listen To:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=v3Yv2Juq4gI"&gt;"Can't Stop Feeling" - Franz Ferdinand&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MZ7zKeYhU_8"&gt;"Get On Your Boots" - U2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=n6r4KT8-VX0"&gt;"Human" - The Killers&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kd07loOpcjw"&gt;"How to Save a Life (Acoustic in Nashville)" - The Fray&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=x2lB9_mM9kk&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;"Hot For Teacher (Live)" - Van Halen&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0ruNG0emUV8"&gt;"Rooftops (A LIberation Brodcast)" - Lostprophets&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UhjG47gtMCo"&gt;"Schism" - Tool&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Good Luck Guys,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;-Moe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7135531104189920711-3447825288793816194?l=somemoeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somemoeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/3447825288793816194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somemoeblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-cheaters-suck-but-will-never-go.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135531104189920711/posts/default/3447825288793816194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135531104189920711/posts/default/3447825288793816194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somemoeblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-cheaters-suck-but-will-never-go.html' title='And cheaters suck, but will never go away...'/><author><name>-Moe-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16593584423673175449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FtAhLhSe9U/StUzCjjS2MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QbrUifejqgc/S220/Red+Moe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135531104189920711.post-6752798673613982446</id><published>2009-02-22T15:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-26T18:53:46.645-08:00</updated><title type='text'>And the free software doesn't exist...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;So apparently there isn't any good free software anymore. I make videos, and I think for what I create with the loverly Windows Movie Maker isn't all that bad...BUT it's time to upgrade. I have tried out the Adobe movie maker (can't remember what its called) and good luck using it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like every other Adobe product: Try using it without instruction and your just asking to hit your head. I'm not sure about you, but I cannot stand using programs I don't understand.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's not even movie making programs. I have been looking for the equivalent of Garageband on a Mac (I own a Dell Inspiron) for Microsoft. The closest I got was &lt;a href="http://www.magix.com/us/"&gt;Magix Music Studio&lt;/a&gt;, and I cannot get it to save my life!! I have tried &lt;a href="http://www.apple.com/ilife/garageband/"&gt;Garageband&lt;/a&gt; and I wish it was for other OS's, 'cause it's absolutley amazing!...*glares at guitar* "Stupid expensive real intruments..."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.ceruleanstudios.com/"&gt;Trillian&lt;/a&gt; is the king of all IM's. Pay for any other IM and your wasting your money. Spend money on Trillian and you either like wasting money or your just dumb.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Paint and Photoshop is a double-sided blade. Paint sucks, so if you suck at photoshop, its for you. Take a class on photoshop, copy the program on a USB and take it home. If you really suck at photoshop, the median would be &lt;a href="http://www.gimp.org/"&gt;GIMP&lt;/a&gt;. It's like photoshop, its free, and if you suck at photoshop, but your good with paint, this is for you.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I would just like to say how much I LOOOVE how every friggin' internet game (except WOW) is free...UNTIL you like the game enough to start paying. I am an Ex-runescaper and still have my account...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*logs in old account*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While that loads, I just love how you try out a game, and you get hooked. There is NO ultimate online game. The ultimate competitors (IMO) are &lt;a href="http://runescape.com/"&gt;RuneScape&lt;/a&gt;, &lt;a href="http://www.worldofwarcraft.com/index.xml"&gt;World of Warcraft&lt;/a&gt;, and &lt;a href="http://maplestory.nexon.net/WZ.ASPX?PART=/Main"&gt;MapleStory&lt;/a&gt; (my favorite).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Your password is very common and easy to guess. Before you can log in, you must change it*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Logs in*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Why am I in the wilderness with all of my good stuff?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I am apperently level 78...and I started playing this 5 years ago...I'm not sure if thats good or bad. Wow! This music SUCKS!!! And now I just wasted 4 minutes of my life...nothing new. If anyone wants the account, give me an email.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Internet Browsers...&lt;a href="http://www.mozilla.com/en-US/firefox/"&gt;Firefox&lt;/a&gt; pwns all. If you disagree, then you do not know about Add-ons. &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/chrome"&gt;Google Chrome&lt;/a&gt; might get in there, but it's still beta, so lets wait and see.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Okay, I lied, I just found a pretty okay alternative to Movie Making. It's called &lt;a href="http://www.sonycreativesoftware.com/products/vegasfamily.asp"&gt;Sony Vegas Studio&lt;/a&gt; and its pretty simple with pretty good features...the thing is...its a free trial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;5 Songs for you to Listen to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=seGhTWE98DU"&gt;The Saints are Coming - Green Day &amp;amp; U2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=8cJB2Z_aTEQ"&gt;Smooth Criminal - Alien Ant Farm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4diS9rBfx3o"&gt;Street FIghting Man - Motley Crue&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=e5gvSzbSMNg"&gt;Simple Man - Shinedown&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a style="font-family: trebuchet ms;" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Bp2CykEwbQ4"&gt;Turning Japanese - Incubus&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Until next time&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:lucida grande;"&gt;-Moe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&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/7135531104189920711-6752798673613982446?l=somemoeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somemoeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/6752798673613982446/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somemoeblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-free-software-doesnt-exist.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135531104189920711/posts/default/6752798673613982446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135531104189920711/posts/default/6752798673613982446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somemoeblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-free-software-doesnt-exist.html' title='And the free software doesn&apos;t exist...'/><author><name>-Moe-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16593584423673175449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FtAhLhSe9U/StUzCjjS2MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QbrUifejqgc/S220/Red+Moe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7135531104189920711.post-2414826484605793490</id><published>2009-02-22T00:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-22T01:29:34.802-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Episode 1'/><title type='text'>And the random blabbering starts...</title><content type='html'>Hello all! Hows it going?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am Logan, better know on the internet, Moe.  I am in 9th grade, 14, and I am very...VERY random.  Complete nerd, and am bored, so, I'm making a blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some of my favorite things are&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TV&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;LOST&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Friends&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;The Office&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Death Note&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;24&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gaming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Metal Gear Solid&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Guitar Hero&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Super Smash Bros.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Legend of Zelda&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Sonic the Hedgehog&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Pokemon&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Donkey Kong Country&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Crash Bandicoot&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Tetris&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Star Fox&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;and more...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;Allow me to make a totally different blog post for all of the music I like...&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;I will have more about myself later, but I will now post all of my IM's and websites.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/user/eggman89"&gt;YouTube&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://moemarlade.deviantart.com/"&gt;DeviantArt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.last.fm/user/eggman89"&gt;Last FM&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/home.php?ref=logo#/profile.php?id=1482450305&amp;amp;ref=profile"&gt;Facebook&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;Guitar Hero: World Tour (Wii) - 2535-7606-8469&lt;br /&gt;Super Smash Brothers Brawl - (edit later)&lt;br /&gt;Metal Gear Online - AcousticaLogan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MSN - AcousticaLogan@hotmail.com&lt;br /&gt;Yahoo - AcousticaLogan@yahoo.com&lt;br /&gt;Aim - AcousticaLogan@aim.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks guys, tune in, and something I will do for you, give you guys 5 themed songs to check out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Relax...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Jack Johnson - Breakdown - In Between Dreams&lt;br /&gt;When the Day Met the Night - Panic! at the Disco - Pretty Odd&lt;br /&gt;Dear Bobby - Yellowcard - Paper Walls&lt;br /&gt;Brain Damage - Pink Floyd - Dark Side of the Moon&lt;br /&gt;Eleanor Put Your Boots On - Franz Ferdinand - You Could Have it so Much Better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a quote I'm falling deeply for, I'm not gonna say what it's from, and please don't say what it is from.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="status_body"&gt;"It's not about changing the world, it's about doing our best to leave the world the way it is. It's about respecting the will of others, and believing in own."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace Bros,&lt;br /&gt;Moe&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/7135531104189920711-2414826484605793490?l=somemoeblog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://somemoeblog.blogspot.com/feeds/2414826484605793490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://somemoeblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-random-blabbering-starts.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135531104189920711/posts/default/2414826484605793490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7135531104189920711/posts/default/2414826484605793490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://somemoeblog.blogspot.com/2009/02/and-random-blabbering-starts.html' title='And the random blabbering starts...'/><author><name>-Moe-</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16593584423673175449</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_6FtAhLhSe9U/StUzCjjS2MI/AAAAAAAAAA0/QbrUifejqgc/S220/Red+Moe.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
