DATE: 09/14/2008 00:58:49 / MOOD: Points Poor (downtrodden)

So I moved out of the house with the internet connection and into an apartment that is sucking all my moneys away. Until I can get secure with finances and all that jazz, I won't have an internet connection for Xbox Live. So...It'll be a while before you see me. Unfortunately.

I bet you're all partying right now though. "Bob is finally gone yayyy!!!!" Poof. Noobs.

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DATE: 03/18/2008 02:39:09 / MOOD: Quad Damage (awesome)

So I haven't written a blog in a while...I bet you all missed me! (Yeah right...That's a joke.)

My first blog in a while comes to you from across the...Uhhh...pond...Yeah. Anyway. I'm currently hanging out in my dad's flat in Harrogate, which is about an hour and a half to two hours out of Manchester (North of it I think maybe?). That's all in England if you didn't know that.

So I bid you whatever that silly French word is, and I'll possibly right another one later. Maybe not.

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DATE: 01/29/2008 20:15:42 / MOOD: 1up (lucky)

So my mom's hysterectomy went fine, and the results from the CT scan came in, saying she doesn't have cancer.

Yay!

So thanks to those who cared and even more thanks to Ugly for offering to be there, and Sammy for offering his thoughts.

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DATE: 01/25/2008 19:15:53 / MOOD: Points Poor (downtrodden)

So...My first time writing for a while.

My mom had a chest x-ray...today, I guess...And they found a mass on her left lung. She's getting a CT scan to find out what it is on Monday...Hopefully it's nothing, but chances are it's cancer. She's already having a hysterectomy, so there might be periods of time in which I'm even more scarce than usual.

Just wanted to let you know why you might not see me much anymore. Don't get too bummed out for me or anything...

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DATE: 12/25/2007 10:40:06 / MOOD: Quad Damage (awesome)

Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good fight!
Go ahead and shout,
your guns may never shoot.
For in this time of year, only one man wins out,
and that's the man in the big red suit.
All of you who procrastinate,
those who wait to buy the gifts.
You, he will assassinate,
through dimensional rifts.
You might be wondering
why Santa is so angry.
It's all of your blundering,
and some dude named Gary.
So on this day, be filled with Christmas cheer!
It's the time to drink eggnog,
not get drunk off beer!
Open your presents,
avoid the vagrants.
And you all may find,
that Santa just might be kind,
and, not to be mocking,
leave in your stocking,
a cookie crumb,
instead of a bum.

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DATE: 11/13/2007 22:26:50 / MOOD: Aggro (mad)

Because they have been out of CoD4, Ace Combat 6, and The Orange Box for like a week straight now. ARG!!!

It makes the Bob angry. So angry that he will not part with any useful advice this time.

Instead he leaves you eager readers with this tidbit to ponder: How many woodchucks could Chuck Norris chuck before those misguided woodchucks decided to get off their lazy asses and start chucking some damn wood?

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DATE: 11/12/2007 16:20:37 / MOOD: Killing Spree (accomplished)

It seems to me as if at least person has read all of my blogs. Even that really long one that I posted last that took me like an hour to write because it was so awesome. Yay!

But seeing as I hardly care about these blogs anyway (Which I bet you, the reader, don't believe at all)...I don't really care what Crazd thinks. Bwaha!

One thing I've been considering was to use this blog system to write some cool fiction-y stories that I could write in installments and have you people read them and such. But I suck at writing, so I don't know. But if you're interested in really amateur writing, pay attention because I may work up the courage to throw some in at some point.

And now for that advise that you freaks covet so (read: not very) much: If "to inter" is "to bury," then are we burying the net?

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DATE: 11/04/2007 22:15:03 / MOOD: RROD (dead)

About that whole "(I guess RROD somehow signifies that...mkay...?)" thing. I totally knew that RROD stood for Red Rings of Death. *Cough*

Well...I'd just like to state my increasing dislike of this stupid double space when you hit enter once thing. No me gusta. Oh wait, I don't speak Spanishese...Nevermind.

Anywho...*cougH*...I mean *Cough*...

I'm just getting sidetracked here aren't I? Aren't blogs just fun!? No, not really. I was really kidding about that. That's what I meant my title to be. Or maybe not. I don't know.

So back on topic, despite there not being a real topic, since I only blog about useless stuff to waste Gamertag.com's bandwiidth and make you read all this nonsense for no reason...Except maybe my advice at the end. I'm sure it's saved quite a few lives throughout the last couple blogs. But probably not. Because you people probably see random crap in the first sentence and ignore everything else. Then you post a comment that could relate to anything that anyone could blog about to make me feel better.

But I'm not falling for it. Hear that? Probably not. Since I'm typing, unless you have like super hearing or some sort of long-distance toll-free mind reading powers, I should change that to "See that?" But still probably not, because you likely skipped over this part.

Or maybe you just skip over all the frosting or whatever you'd call that crap above and get straight to my advice. Kind of like a broccoli popsicle. Who wants to eat a broccoli popsicle? But the catch is, they hide one of those stupid, yet wonderously amusing jokes on the stick. So instead of puking your way to victory by eating the popsicle, you pose this question: What would Master Chief Do? ( WWMCD TM(R) ) The answer: He straps a tactical nuke to the popsicle and sends it flying through space on a rocket fired from a SPNKr M19 SSM MAV/AW shoulder-firing rocket launcher into a Covenant CCS-class cruiser, slipping through the shields to hit the reactor, blowing it up, sending it on an uncontrolled spiral into Halo Installation 02, causing it to fragment into several pieces, one of which manages to travel through Slipspace for a little while to revert back into normal space in the middle of High Charity, causing a huge explosion there due to the sudden matter rearrangement, meanwhile the other pieces land on and smash into the entire Covenant army/space armada, thereby ending the threat of the Covenant to the human race. Oh, and he just pwnt the Gravemind in the fl00xing face while that happened, so the Flood's done and over with too. Buuuuuut, since you can't do all that because you aren't awesome and all...You just smash the broccoli popsicle into a wall to get to the deliciously humorous joke on the inside.

So here it is, you lazy bastage (Unless you actually toughed all that crap out somehow...). Ponder this: Does more bandwidth mean that the guy playing the trumpet is fat?

WHEEEEEEEEE!!!

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DATE: 10/31/2007 17:17:58 / MOOD: RROD (dead)

It means that I get to spend another night handing out candy.

Except...not. Because I'll be at work. Ha-ha! Way to have a good Halloween huh?

No. It's not.

Oh and you might notice my mood indicates that I feel dead (I guess RROD somehow signifies that...mkay...?). Here's the story on why:

I was walking down the street, singing doo-wa-diddy-diddy-dum-diddy-doo...Uhhh...Maybe not. But anyway. Some little kid comes running out screaming at me from behind some bushes, already in his zombie costume (At like 8:30 in the morning...). He jumped at me and totally bit me in the arm. Throughout the day, it festered and burned...And I'm feeling a bit woozy right now. I suspect it's getting infected. I'm just gonna lay down right about now and sleep it off for a bit.

Here's a moral of the story: Goatees of Power are not to be confused with a toilet seat. Much bad fortune upon the occurrence of such a misdeed.

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