<?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-8007723308458599305</id><updated>2011-09-21T09:39:06.622-07:00</updated><category term='moving'/><category term='perosnality'/><category term='detective'/><category term='sickness'/><category term='american football'/><category term='October'/><category term='death'/><category term='graffiti'/><category term='rant blog'/><category term='Thanksgiving'/><category term='music'/><category term='cats'/><category term='bucket list'/><category term='school'/><category term='The Price is Right'/><category term='quiz'/><category term='computers'/><category term='The Simpsons'/><category term='procrastinate'/><category term='police'/><category term='DMV'/><category term='celebrities'/><category term='trendy'/><category term='family'/><category term='internet'/><category term='email'/><category term='cranky'/><category term='tv'/><category term='football'/><category term='printers'/><category term='noise'/><category term='possum'/><category term='money'/><title type='text'>The Rant Blog</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>39</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-8913487291732160969</id><published>2011-03-14T21:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-14T22:01:01.559-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Simpsons'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><title type='text'>Pulling a Homer</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Now that I've been selling stuff my dad has started taking an interest in it because I'm making money. It's like the relationship between Homer and Lisa Simpson. He only takes interest in what she does when it's beneficial to him. Which was highlighted in such episodes "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Lisa_the_Greek"&gt;Lisa the Greek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;", "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/I%27m_Spelling_as_Fast_as_I_Can"&gt;I'm Spelling as Fast as I Can&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;", and "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Homer_and_Lisa_Exchange_Cross_Words"&gt;Homer and Lisa Exchange Crosswords&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-8913487291732160969?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/8913487291732160969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2011/03/pulling-homer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/8913487291732160969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/8913487291732160969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2011/03/pulling-homer.html' title='Pulling a Homer'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-7556955458703595867</id><published>2011-01-19T14:02:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T11:29:53.528-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><title type='text'>Helpless Baby!</title><content type='html'>In a sleepy stupor I accidentally took the remote for the converter box into my room before I went to sleep. The remote is also black like my phone and MP3 player. I just scooped up a group of black colored items off the couch. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the morning my parents wake me up in a panic about how they can't find the remote. My mom gets mad at me because I left the remote by the printer the day before.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The only reason I hide the remote is because if it is out in plain view and my dad wakes up he rudely swipes it, and makes some compla&lt;a bitly="BITLY_PROCESSED" id="publishButton" class="cssButton" href="javascript:void(0)" target="" onclick="if (this.className.indexOf(&amp;quot;ubtn-disabled&amp;quot;) == -1) {var e = document['stuffform'].publish;(e.length) ? e[0].click() : e.click(); if (window.event) window.event.cancelBubble = true; return false;}"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;int about what I'm watching; usually it's too loud or he doesn't like the program.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad really tried to get me in trouble by pretending not knowing how to work the converter box manually. I know he can do that I've seen him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;DON'T BE SUCH A FUCKING HELPLESS BABY!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-7556955458703595867?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/7556955458703595867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2011/01/helpless-baby.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/7556955458703595867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/7556955458703595867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2011/01/helpless-baby.html' title='Helpless Baby!'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-937412354752642959</id><published>2010-11-06T23:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-11-16T11:17:50.900-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><title type='text'>Incompetence Squared</title><content type='html'>My dad is upset because after he finished school they helped him write a resume. The only problem is that they made it for him and put it in a PDF file. He got mad at me because I couldn’t turn it into a word file. Usually I tell him I don't know how to do something so he won't constantly bother me for tech support. This time I truly don't know how to do that. Oh well I'm either seen as incompetent or really incompetent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-937412354752642959?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/937412354752642959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/11/incompetence-squared.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/937412354752642959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/937412354752642959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/11/incompetence-squared.html' title='Incompetence Squared'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-6972948254658534745</id><published>2010-08-04T18:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T02:15:59.385-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><title type='text'>In the Cards</title><content type='html'>My dad's new scheme is to sell his cards. He's been saying that for years since the mid 90s. I'll believe it when it I see it. He is doing this backwards first he got a binder and then he is getting the holders. Shouldn't he see how many cards he has before he does that? What do I know? He is the "expert" on this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wonder how valuable he thinks his cards are? I've seen them. They are pretty beat up, and smell moldy. Poor condition is poor condition right? I want to see how he comes up with the price? What will he use? His poor internet search skills? Asking at card stores? Driving around to unrealted places? Get himself one of those sports card guide books? Like when he tired to evaluate the price of those Franklin Mint Jazz records. Or when he tried to price his surfboard and ended up look up "surfboard" on ebay and getting a bunch of unrelated results like surfboard shaped key chains. Well that stereo he's been trying to sell is still sitting in the garage even though it is very valuable.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope I don't unwillingly get roped into this.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-6972948254658534745?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/6972948254658534745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-cards.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/6972948254658534745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/6972948254658534745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/08/in-cards.html' title='In the Cards'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-7301827345583918862</id><published>2010-08-02T17:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-05T02:07:32.980-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><title type='text'>EDIT THEM IN THE FUCKING COMPUTER!</title><content type='html'>I wrote a tweet about him trying to guilt me into tech support. I'm so FUCKING SICK OF IT! What is he going to do when I'm not at home!? Then he got mad because there was no more black ink. If you want to print in black you'll need black ink. How stupid is he? Maybe if he didn't print out a bunch of rough drafts of his papers from school and just &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;EDIT THEM IN THE FUCKING COMPUTER!&lt;/span&gt; There wouldn't be so much black ink wasted. He prints pages and pages. I see them just falling out of the printer onto the floor.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me he found &lt;a href="http://www.thescript.com/"&gt;this site&lt;/a&gt; and thought it was a legit site or something, and not a domain that is vacant. As of this post it's vacant. I'm not advertising this site.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later he was trying to give advice into character he is one of the last people who should give advice on that. That is some kind of joke right?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-7301827345583918862?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/7301827345583918862/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/08/edit-them-in-fucking-computer.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/7301827345583918862'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/7301827345583918862'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/08/edit-them-in-fucking-computer.html' title='EDIT THEM IN THE FUCKING COMPUTER!'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-856182648371930984</id><published>2010-07-30T09:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T11:10:26.989-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><title type='text'>All I Really Want</title><content type='html'>I there was one thing that I could have that I can't get it would be...  It wouldn't be some fancy clothes or shoes, or even a car. It would be  acceptance from my father.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I feel I'm not overreacting about this subject and this is not a pity party blog.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You  are probably thinking "why would I say such a thing?" To me the writing  is on the wall. It's the way he talks to me. It's the way he treats me.  He says so many disparaging things towards me. He's hardly ever  encouraging unless it's towards his benefit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I just try so hard  to be a good daughter. Ok so maybe I'm not a good athlete, or not a  nerd, or even have a job. But maybe nothing that I do is really good  enough. I just feel so misunderstood a lot. Sometimes I feel like I'm in  the way between the relation between my dad and his nephew. In some way  I really like to find a way to liberate my dad and make him happy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before he gets ready to visit my cousin he acts all strange. He gets all goofy and upset at the same time. He gets like mood swings. Any little thing can annoy him; cats, the neighbors doing construction work, things on tv, and other dumb things. He also starts buying a bunch of miscellaneous things like cookies and drinks. You should hear the way my dad's voice lights up when ever my cousin calls. I imagine them in that played out scene where to people are running to each other in a meadow with open arms. Then my dad would pick up my cousin and carry him in a threshold pose.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I wish I could just post this blog and make my dad change. Too bad it's not like a movie where things like that happen. If it really worked I'd post this blog everyday. Why is there so much pain?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-856182648371930984?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/856182648371930984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-i-really-want.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/856182648371930984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/856182648371930984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/07/all-i-really-want.html' title='All I Really Want'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-8120131991710088872</id><published>2010-07-23T13:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T10:22:07.301-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><title type='text'>An idea Wrapped in a Trick</title><content type='html'>I'm not a very savvy person most of the time, and I know that. I must have the phrase "stupid" written across my forehead or something like that. He keeps trying to get me to leave the house, and I think there is a trick wrapped in that. Why be so eager to get me to leave the house? I'm not like him where I have to leave the house everyday no matter what to "get out". He did this at the old house too.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He use to be a good trickster like something out of a Uncle Remus book; like the Brer characters. Lately he has been getting sloppy. His insults are poor. (which is a good thing) His excuses need improvement. I'd give him an "N" for needs improvement. His "ideas" are the worst! He seems to be losing his touch!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-8120131991710088872?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/8120131991710088872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/07/idea-wrapped-in-trick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/8120131991710088872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/8120131991710088872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/07/idea-wrapped-in-trick.html' title='An idea Wrapped in a Trick'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-3800543136595828731</id><published>2010-07-18T23:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-30T09:56:41.098-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><title type='text'>Macho Head Games</title><content type='html'>This blog ties in nicely to the last 2 blogs I posted on my &lt;a href="http://pikapalpikaplace.blogspot.com/"&gt;main blog&lt;/a&gt;. I don't care if people think I'm paranoid about my father. I know he is always trying to trick me. I can't do one thing without him trying to exploit the thing I do as some type of trick or scheme. I can't get up from the computer for one second without him usurping it! Maybe I should squat out the computer Cartman WOW style and do my business in a pie tin.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-3800543136595828731?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/3800543136595828731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/07/macho-head-games.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/3800543136595828731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/3800543136595828731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/07/macho-head-games.html' title='Macho Head Games'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-2020035090901957630</id><published>2010-07-07T18:20:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-07T20:02:19.429-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><title type='text'>Fuckin' Computer Noob!</title><content type='html'>My dad is so stupid! He doesn't know anything computer related! Here are some of the dumb things he told me today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He thought that putting in a CD in the computer had something to do with your internet connection speed.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't know how to download and save pictures off the internet.&lt;br /&gt;He couldn't even find the button on the tower to open up the CD/DVD drive door.&lt;br /&gt;He doesn't know what Winamp is&lt;br /&gt;He tried to update flash even though I just did like 6 days ago.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He told me that he is trying to get people from school to help him to do these things. I mean he was bothering me while I was trying to cook. I don't want to make another ruined meal because he's too stupid to work a computer. After I was done he kept asking me about what stuff is like every 5 minutes! Fuck! &gt;.&lt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't give a fuck if he thinks I'm stupid or not! Maybe if he was a little nicer to me I would help him instead of just yelling at me all the time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Maybe I should just give him that speech he use to give me about learning to do things on your own, and turn the tables on him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-2020035090901957630?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/2020035090901957630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/07/fuckin-computer-noob.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/2020035090901957630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/2020035090901957630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/07/fuckin-computer-noob.html' title='Fuckin&apos; Computer Noob!'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-2215921709547147821</id><published>2010-06-17T19:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T20:10:01.655-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><title type='text'>All Flash and No Substance</title><content type='html'>So my dad is still upset that he can't make flashy Powerpoint presentations like the other students do. I guess his teacher is impressed by that or something. But coming from his school I wouldn't be surprised. The funny thing is that my sales teacher said you shouldn't rely on things like that. I mean unless you are specifically told to make it like that. It's like hairography.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-2215921709547147821?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/2215921709547147821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-flash-and-no-substance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/2215921709547147821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/2215921709547147821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/06/all-flash-and-no-substance.html' title='All Flash and No Substance'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-3504219839236209175</id><published>2010-06-16T20:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-17T01:46:32.455-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><title type='text'>My Pretty Powerpoint</title><content type='html'>So for the past few days my dad's been having problems with the Powerpoint presentation he had to give for class. He wants to do all these all these fancy things because he's seen the people in his class do it. I did that kind of stuff once when I had to do a presentation, and I made it about John Cena. Used this chain background and made the slides spin. This was in like 2005 back when he first introduced the spinner belt. I'm so frustrated with having to constantly give him tech support I just tell him I don't know anymore. This guy has taken Microsoft Office Suite 2 times in the past 6 years. Why doesn't he just use the books!? That is probably an idea too complicated for him to think about.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He also said that people in his class are making fancy things like a Jeopardy type game and shooting films on their cell phones. Which made me think what if we had a camera? Aside from me using it to make parody music videos. It would be horrible I would just imagine him demanding quiet, and yelling at me to help him work the thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know he doesn't even know how to transfer or move files? He's pretty smart!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-3504219839236209175?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/3504219839236209175/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-pretty-powerpoint.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/3504219839236209175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/3504219839236209175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/06/my-pretty-powerpoint.html' title='My Pretty Powerpoint'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-1534616825956107049</id><published>2010-05-14T18:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-14T23:34:56.310-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><title type='text'>Report This!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;I won't rant about this too much, but my dad got mad because I wouldn't  help him with his report. Hello!? I got my own work to worry about. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;He said he was  having a hard time  writing his report because he couldn't think of the  words. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;He said that he tried to bold the  font on his paper and ended up erasing what he was trying to bold  instead.I can't believe he still doesn't know how to change the fonts  and stuff. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;He  got mad because I don't know how to make headers. He also couldn't find  his work after he saved it.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;He got a zip drive confused with a flash drive.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;  He thinks they are the same thing!!!! XD&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 51);"&gt;&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/8007723308458599305-1534616825956107049?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/1534616825956107049/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-wont-rant-about-this-too-much-but-my.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/1534616825956107049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/1534616825956107049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/05/i-wont-rant-about-this-too-much-but-my.html' title='Report This!'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-3932328347229931083</id><published>2010-04-03T11:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-03T11:53:32.756-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><title type='text'>Thanks for the Expensive Ink!</title><content type='html'>So my dad has to print a lot of "important" things like sports schedules  and shit like that. Then he gets all mad when I tell him I need some  ink for class. Just a little I need to print out my stories to turn in  for class. We &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;do&lt;/span&gt; have a few assignments in there that we do turn in.   Then he just yells at me about wasting ink.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;What the hell does he  want? No seriously. WHAT THE FUCKING HELL DO YOU WANT!?!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He  doesn't know the surprise about the new printer and that the ink is  pretty expensive. But this is his scam printer. I'm waiting for his long  diatribe about how he got ripped off on it, and that he purposely got  sold a printer that takes expensive cartridges. Of course only people  with the best last names can not rip you off and sell you a good  printer. Everybody else in incompetent.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS He's so stupid he  prints out password reminders. XoX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-3932328347229931083?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/3932328347229931083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/04/thanks-for-expensive-ink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/3932328347229931083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/3932328347229931083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/04/thanks-for-expensive-ink.html' title='Thanks for the Expensive Ink!'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-2865052959346223551</id><published>2010-03-02T22:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-02T23:38:54.033-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='school'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><title type='text'>Study Like Me</title><content type='html'>I was going to come up with a great opening line for this blog, but it was bordering on plagiarism. Just think of this as like a sequel or companion blog to &lt;a href="http://pikapalpikaplace.blogspot.com/2009/02/study-properly.html"&gt;Study Properly&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ok so now he is studying for his pharmacy assistant class, and still complaining about the rules BTW. @o@&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His studying methods are still pretty strange. He says he’s studying, but then he’ll go off and watch tv or something. It’s funny because when he would get on my case to study he would want me to do for hours on end without a break. This is why I don’t like talking about my homework aside from him misinterpreting it, but I’ve mentioned that before. I pointed out to him that he should follow the rigid study rules he enforce(s/d) on me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also he needs a lot of space to study. He really sprawls out. He needs a lot of space for all his books and for his note writing and such. I mean when he took those computer classes. He took up like the whole dining table. It's a big table BTW. He would have papers strewn all over the table and on the chairs. @.@ XoX&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-2865052959346223551?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/2865052959346223551/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/03/study-like-me.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/2865052959346223551'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/2865052959346223551'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/03/study-like-me.html' title='Study Like Me'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-9054829055364907029</id><published>2010-02-01T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-02T23:07:14.491-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='moving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='DMV'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><title type='text'>Plea of Ignorance</title><content type='html'>I can't believe my dad did this! For the past 14 months he "claimed" that he changed everybody's Driver's licenses/IDs. When he said everybody I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;thought&lt;/span&gt; that included me. I mean if you didn't just be honest with me. It's worse that he lied for 14 months! It's things like that; that shows he &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;doesn't&lt;/span&gt; care! I am &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;convinced &lt;/span&gt;that he is a pathological liar. He got mad and told me I had to do it on my own. How was I even suppose to know what to do? He didn't even tell me what to do!? That is usually like him to tell me what to do, and how I'm doing it &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;wrong&lt;/span&gt;. He got mad at me for being mad about it. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;WHY SHOULDN'T I BE MAD!!!!!!!!!!!!????????????&lt;/span&gt; Perhaps my feelings are holding me hostage again.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And he wants to micromanage my bank account? Then he tried to give me advice about what to do at the DMV? WTF!!!!!!11111oneeleven?????? Like I've never been to the DMV before? Really?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-9054829055364907029?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/9054829055364907029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/02/plea-of-ignorance.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/9054829055364907029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/9054829055364907029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/02/plea-of-ignorance.html' title='Plea of Ignorance'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-7203939905844372176</id><published>2010-01-15T08:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-15T08:35:46.101-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><title type='text'>Family Infatuation 2</title><content type='html'>At first I was going to edit the first blog I wrote about this topic. It was angrily and hastily written, and I feel I didn't get all my ideas out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My dad told me I don't understand because of his good friend. I DON'T UNDERSTAND?????!!!!! I think he doesn't understand. If he did he wouldn't do this and try to be somewhat sneaky about it. Sometimes he is sneaky and sometimes he is blatant. Maybe you would understand if you weren't always trying to hang out with a family you don't belong to.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First of all I want to say that the family that my dad is infatuated with he "claims" that he was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt;good friends. The guy died in the 80s (while I was around). My dad never mentioned the guy at all until 2008. If he was such good friends with the guy you think he would have mentioned him between now and then.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's like I said before he'd do anything for this family. According to him he cheated on a test for one of them. They needed to take a math test, and my dad posed as the guy. (He always blasts me for cheating! &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;FUCKER!&lt;/span&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was the football games too. Well back when LA had 2 football teams, so you know this was a long time ago. He would just get so excited when they would come over and go to the Raider games. The reason I wanted to go not was because I liked football or even understood it, I just wanted to spend time with my dad. (you want to know why I hate the Raiders). This is one of the reasons I think he is so pissed off about the lack of a football team here is because he cannot hang out at games with them if there is no team.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-7203939905844372176?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/7203939905844372176/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/01/family-infatuation-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/7203939905844372176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/7203939905844372176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/01/family-infatuation-2.html' title='Family Infatuation 2'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-5898106297523125142</id><published>2010-01-13T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T22:00:18.999-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='family'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><title type='text'>Family Infatuation</title><content type='html'>I'm upset, pissed, and hurt; and I'm going to blog about it. I don't care who reads this.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a family my dad is infatuated with, but it's not his own. It's the family of his ex-brother-in-law.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I mean he makes up any excuse to be with them. He treats his nephew better than his daughter. To be honest I think he secretly wishes he was his son. He likes him so much. They are so alike. Just think of me as the unwanted "black sheep". He doesn't understand how much it hurts, and probably never will. I mean just try to be honest about it. Maybe if he was honest about it. It wouldn't be or feel so bad.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like 2 years ago there was a funeral in the family, and I needed to get books for school. He told me he would not take me until after the funeral. I mean the took a day off from work to spend the whole day with that family.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll leave you with this Bush lyric "the little things that kill, tearing at my brains again "&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-5898106297523125142?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/5898106297523125142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/01/family-infatuation.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/5898106297523125142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/5898106297523125142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/01/family-infatuation.html' title='Family Infatuation'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-2566853978513105088</id><published>2010-01-05T23:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T21:26:36.086-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><title type='text'>Another Year Older and Stupider</title><content type='html'>So today is my dad's birthday. I guess he really doesn't understand the concept of mass emails. He got some generic mass emails for his birthday and he printed them out! WHAT THE FUCK???!!!!! I bet I'll be the one who gets in trouble for wasting ink though.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-2566853978513105088?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/2566853978513105088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-year-older-and-stupider.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/2566853978513105088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/2566853978513105088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/01/another-year-older-and-stupider.html' title='Another Year Older and Stupider'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-7421876094566078031</id><published>2010-01-01T22:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T00:05:12.297-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graffiti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><title type='text'>New Year Same Old Graffiti Patrol</title><content type='html'>My dad is still on "Graffiti Patrol". I'm going to write a long blog lamenting about this. Ijust want o say does he not know how taggers operate? Usually they do it on foot or in a car, but quickly speed away after.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-7421876094566078031?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/7421876094566078031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-same-old-graffiti-patrol.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/7421876094566078031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/7421876094566078031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-same-old-graffiti-patrol.html' title='New Year Same Old Graffiti Patrol'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-4341891772137090653</id><published>2009-12-24T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T21:26:36.087-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='possum'/><title type='text'>Possum Behaviour</title><content type='html'>So my dad manged to catch himself a possum. With a plant based food; an avocado. He said it was hissing at him. He wanted me to go look at it. I wasn't going to do that! Is he crazy!? Well at least he didn't waste cranberries. He got all mad because nobody was coming to pick it up like they did with the cats. Seriously what did he expect? It's Chriatmas Eve!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-4341891772137090653?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/4341891772137090653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/12/possum-behaviour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/4341891772137090653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/4341891772137090653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/12/possum-behaviour.html' title='Possum Behaviour'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-3692546152727206910</id><published>2009-12-24T02:31:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T21:26:36.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><title type='text'>Cat Behaviour</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;My dad's been catching feral males. I guess he doesn't understand or know that if you catch the alpha male then a new one will take it's place. Getting rid of them won't make them go away a new feral group will take their place. I guess he doesn't know much about about animal behavior or human behavior either. "Be ready" &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;Let's see of he gets a possum. He decided to use a vegetable this time. Of course he didn't listen to me about using berries, and "got the idea" after somebody else (not my mom or I) told him. Then he decided he wanted to use the cranberries we bought for Christmas dinner. @.@ My mom told him "no"since we used those berries to make cranberry sauce. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-3692546152727206910?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/3692546152727206910/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/12/cat-behaviour.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/3692546152727206910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/3692546152727206910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/12/cat-behaviour.html' title='Cat Behaviour'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-5112736009733665666</id><published>2009-12-22T23:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T21:26:36.088-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='possum'/><title type='text'>To Catch a Possum</title><content type='html'>So my dad finally did catch something! A feral cat. You know I could hear it's distressed meows, but you know this time he couldn't hear it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I knew he would catch a cat. &lt;a href="http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/12/graffiti-patrol-part-3-possum.html"&gt;Putting cat food&lt;/a&gt; in a trap is likely to catch a cat. Any idiot can figure this out. I mean I know possums are omnivores, but they prefer plant based foods. I did my research back when I found out the things living in the walls were possums and not cats. You know he blames me for not doing me research even though most of the time he is the one who doesn't do his research. Of course research isn't everything you know. I mean does he not remember the possums that lived in our blackberry bush? Back when we lived at the house with the blackberry bush there was a problem with feral cats there too. I think the person who lived there before my family moved in had a lot of cats.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was going to advise him not use cat food, but why should I? Him? Take my advice? Never!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I'm curious to see what he'll catch with plant based food. Perhaps a raccoon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-5112736009733665666?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/5112736009733665666/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-catch-possum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/5112736009733665666'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/5112736009733665666'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/12/to-catch-possum.html' title='To Catch a Possum'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-1740456717143030149</id><published>2009-12-21T21:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T21:26:36.089-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graffiti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='possum'/><title type='text'>Possum Alias</title><content type='html'>Guess what my dad has caught so far. Nothing!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway he's still hearing "imaginary" things. That keep him up at night, or so he claims. I hear him dead asleep in the other room. Maybe it's all in his head. I'll just keep doing to him what he did to me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know he wants to apprehend a tagger and catch a possum. That is a lot on his plate. Which made me think what if a possum could be a tagger? I mean they really can't they don't have thumbs, so they couldn't really use spray paint or markers. Then I had another silly thought what would a possum's tagger alias be? It could be something related to it being a possum like "pouch", "pocket", "stew", or "hiss".&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-1740456717143030149?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/1740456717143030149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/12/possum-alias.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/1740456717143030149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/1740456717143030149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/12/possum-alias.html' title='Possum Alias'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-1116289099921792324</id><published>2009-12-18T23:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-13T21:26:36.090-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graffiti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='possum'/><title type='text'>Graffiti Patrol part 3: Possum</title><content type='html'>So now my dad is on dual patrol: graffiti and possum.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He didn't sleep well and could "hear" the possum. Actually that was all in his head like when he hears the cat "meows" that &lt;a href="http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/09/cranky-october-cats-are-annoying.html"&gt;nobody else can hear&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since they were bothering him so much he decided to trap them. First of all whoever gave him advice on what to bait the trap with told him to use cat food. I think that will catch a cat. He is also battling the &lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;feral cats neighborhood. Doesn't he understand that if he gets rid of them then new ones will come in and take their territory.What he needs to do is get some lion pee. The cats smell the lion pee and think there is a predator and leave the area.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We'll see what and if he catches anything.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-1116289099921792324?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/1116289099921792324/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/12/graffiti-patrol-part-3-possum.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/1116289099921792324'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/1116289099921792324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/12/graffiti-patrol-part-3-possum.html' title='Graffiti Patrol part 3: Possum'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-5154922166059425857</id><published>2009-12-10T02:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-12T00:31:34.355-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graffiti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><title type='text'>Graffiti Patrol part 2</title><content type='html'>So my dad is still on "Graffiti Patrol" and I must say doing a piss poor job at it. He wakes up at any little sound. I'll say when he can; that means when he isn't fast asleep. He is so eager to get to an "observation" window, so eager that he pushed me while I was sitting in a chair to get to one.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is so funny and sad.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-5154922166059425857?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/5154922166059425857/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/12/graffiti-patrol-part-2.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/5154922166059425857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/5154922166059425857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/12/graffiti-patrol-part-2.html' title='Graffiti Patrol part 2'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-2619173157018962790</id><published>2009-12-01T01:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T03:10:09.986-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='quiz'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><title type='text'>Music Quiz</title><content type='html'>After &lt;a href="http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/11/hip-or-disturbing.html"&gt;mentioning&lt;/a&gt; my dad is usually trying to quiz me in music. I should mention his process. Usually he'll be reading something or see something on tv. Then he will ask me if I've heard of the band "so and so" and what are their hit songs. He also does this with individual artists.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm just so sick of being quizzed on music all the time. I'm so sick of having to be "on". I don't know if he is try to quiz me to feel hip or something. I mean he gets mad when I don't know who some band or artist is. Why?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-2619173157018962790?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/2619173157018962790/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/12/music-quiz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/2619173157018962790'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/2619173157018962790'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/12/music-quiz.html' title='Music Quiz'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-8213782545731390896</id><published>2009-11-30T00:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-01T22:54:01.697-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='graffiti'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='detective'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='police'/><title type='text'>Translation Please aka Detective Dad</title><content type='html'>Ok maybe the title sound like the title of a lame kids' movie or something. I guess I could have went with the title "I Think I'm Paranoid". Anyway so there was some graffiti that my dad found spray pained on the sidewalk in front of the house. He is really angry about this. According to him it was in "Chinese". I don't know I didn't see it. First off I want to say 2 things; number 1: Isn't the sidewalk considered city property? Number 2: Isn't usually graffiti on the sidewalk/street/pavement usually used as some type of gang boundary? Was it directed at my dad? Who knows? For the record he is not the best neighbor to have, and I have felt those repercussions.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know maybe my dad would have made a good detective. Wait no you have to be smart for that, and he's not all that smart; even if he thinks he is. I don't think he would be a good detective since he is against "the man".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There was the time somebody put a sticker on the car for some DJ at night. It wasn't really that sticky and it came off pretty easily. It made my dad bitchy about it all morning. He got mad because I threw away the "evidence".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then there was the time a soda was thrown at one of our cars. I felt really bad for not being on guard. I mean I heard something like at 3AM, but I didn't know what it was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That was when we were having problems with our neighbors in general. They were hanging out in our yard and throwing things at/on the air conditioner.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Like the time he tried it investigate who was egging our house back in '07. He stressed me out so much for feeling that I failed to "guard" the house. I lied to my mom, and said I ate some bad bacon. After the egging incidents, yes that's plural there were 2.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one of the reasons why I love the song "Bleed Like Me".&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You know he also tried to play detective after my mom's &lt;a href="http://pikapalpikaplace.blogspot.com/2009/01/life-can-be-so-cruel-dont-it-astound.html"&gt;hit and run accident&lt;/a&gt;. After he left to go to my cousin's house. My mom said he want to the police station to file a report. He went on the street where my mom was hit, and picked up a bumper as evidence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is sort of a relief though because I'm not blamed for not "being on guard". You can't really see the front of the yard/sidewalk because the house is so far away. The other good thing is that my bedroom window is not so close to the street. Hell! It doesn't even face the street! It's not my duty to "be on guard"since I moved here.  Now I don't go to bed paranoid, stressed out, and upset. That is one of the things I left at the old house.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;UPDATE:&lt;/span&gt; He kept waking up at night/early morning and glaring out the window. He doesn't just look he glares.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-8213782545731390896?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/8213782545731390896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/11/music-quiz.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/8213782545731390896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/8213782545731390896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/11/music-quiz.html' title='Translation Please aka Detective Dad'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-4491287282239808974</id><published>2009-11-29T02:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-30T00:13:16.013-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='perosnality'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><title type='text'>Personality Swap</title><content type='html'>Something strange is happening to my dad. He's acting like...me. He's been entering a bunch of contests, and seems really gullible. I mean if he starts listing to Garbage music continuously and makes some bad anime fanart we have a problem. The funny thing is that these new personality traits he's taken on are some of the ones he criticizes me for. Oh no what if I be like him and I start watching a lot of football and eating ice cream all the time? *gulp*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually I hate when people say I'm like my dad either by looks or personality. Especially looks. I'd love to get plastic surgery so I &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;don't&lt;/span&gt; look like him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'd be more convinced if there was a giant red chicken sign outside the window.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-4491287282239808974?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/4491287282239808974/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/11/personality-swap.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/4491287282239808974'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/4491287282239808974'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/11/personality-swap.html' title='Personality Swap'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-1915962129618486625</id><published>2009-11-24T01:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T01:30:56.645-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='music'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='trendy'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><title type='text'>Hip or Disturbing?</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;I'm not sure how this started ok maybe I have an inkling about it. Maybe it happened when I was lamenting that I feel like I'm the only person who is not a fan of Lady Gaga. My dad doesn't want to admit this, but he tries to pretend to be hip by name dropping popular current bands. I get quizzed a lot by him. But that is another blog for another day. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;He kept bothering me about Lady Gaga's appearance on The Jay Leno show. While I was trying to&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;watch &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hCk9CVu48H8"&gt;this&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;It was like the time he told me he wears jean shorts like Cena. That was so disturbing/funny I wrote a blog about &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://pikapalsarchives.blogspot.com/2009/11/old-diaryland-blog.html"&gt;it&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;. Here is the &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);" href="http://pikapal.diaryland.com/040718_89.html"&gt;original posting&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 0, 0);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-1915962129618486625?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/1915962129618486625/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/11/hip-or-disturbing.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/1915962129618486625'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/1915962129618486625'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/11/hip-or-disturbing.html' title='Hip or Disturbing?'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-3214311051550881517</id><published>2009-11-23T23:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-23T23:45:54.487-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='tv'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Thanksgiving'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><title type='text'>Don't be Influenced by TV!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;My dad is always trying so hard to get my mom and I to eat ice cream in the late fall/winter. I remember last year it was a really cold and windy day (for here). All he wanted to eat was ice cream. For some reason at the Best Buy there was an ice cream truck parked there selling ice cream. That all he wanted he was getting some pretty strange looks. Is this a Capricorn thing? Or maybe a thing for people born in January? Well most of them. I knew this girl who was born in January who craved ice cream in the winter. I'm talking about southern hemisphere people because January is in the summer there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;Anyway while he is watching 60 Minutes yesterday, and Andy Rooney says he eats ice cream for Thanksgiving. I was pretending to be listening to music, but I was logging offline soon anyway. When I heard this I was like "Damn! He's gonna try to argue this."Today he did try to argue this.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; The worst thing is that he always get mad at me when&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; I&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt; get influenced by things on tv. What did I do? Well I just do what he does to me. I just told him his trite phrases back to him. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 0);"&gt;I mean I know all too well. I use to wear a vest in the summer because I wanted to dress like Punky Brewster. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-3214311051550881517?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/3214311051550881517/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-be-influenced-by-tv.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/3214311051550881517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/3214311051550881517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-be-influenced-by-tv.html' title='Don&apos;t be Influenced by TV!'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-3181011639720558170</id><published>2009-11-12T00:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-12T01:28:36.325-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='printers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><title type='text'>Thanks For the Ink!</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For some reason my doesn't like to hear things are broken or we are out of something. When even I say we are out of ink he just get mad and me and yells "I DON'T KNOW!!!!!!!!!!" at me. I mean it's not even like you have to guess that you need more ink. The printer tells you when you are going to print something the printer will notify you if you are low on ink. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So I print out something and it looks horrible. There is no black ink. I think "I'll just leave this for him to figure out. I'm not getting yelled at."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Later in the day I find something he &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;tried&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt; to print out. I know because he never cleans up the mess he leaves at the computer, but bitches about the ones I leave. Wonder how long it'll until he admits there is no black ink? I'll give him 3 days. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-3181011639720558170?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/3181011639720558170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanks-for-ink.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/3181011639720558170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/3181011639720558170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/11/thanks-for-ink.html' title='Thanks For the Ink!'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-8966438545533533902</id><published>2009-11-02T22:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T02:10:00.149-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='sickness'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><title type='text'>Don't Act Smart About Getting Sick!</title><content type='html'>My dad loves to boast about things. Especially his health even though he's a broken down old man. Anyway when him and my mom both got sick on Halloween he was acting all smart later in the morning and said he could eat again. Whatever I thought he was better or at least he was acting like he was.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then he got sick again. He gets what he deserves he was acting all smart eating all this food &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;pretending &lt;/span&gt;he was well. I mean he was eating things like chips and cookies.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;He gets what he deserves! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-8966438545533533902?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/8966438545533533902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-act-smart-about-getting-sick.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/8966438545533533902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/8966438545533533902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/11/dont-act-smart-about-getting-sick.html' title='Don&apos;t Act Smart About Getting Sick!'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-2708618552956949600</id><published>2009-10-26T12:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-26T13:03:21.388-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='email'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><title type='text'>You Know That is a Scam Right?</title><content type='html'>So my dad got an email and he is just so stupid! It was from Nigeria and he thought it was for a legitimate job! WHAT THE HELL!? He &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;pretends&lt;/span&gt; he &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;so&lt;/span&gt; smart, but he is just a big idiot.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-2708618552956949600?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/2708618552956949600/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/2708618552956949600'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/2708618552956949600'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/10/you-know.html' title='You Know That is a Scam Right?'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-2248916755177369266</id><published>2009-10-21T02:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-21T02:28:42.340-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='computers'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='internet'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><title type='text'>Surfin on EBay (sometimes it pays to procrastinate)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Since he wants to sell his surfboard on eBay because the guy at the surf shop wouldn’t buy his old board. He did “research” on this. Which really means he looked on eBay at other surfboard listings. He’ll make me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;i style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;help&lt;/i&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; him. This is going to be really fun. :/ Especially with what he calls “computer crap”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know it’s gonna suck I can just anticipate it. Him telling me that the pictures I took are “wrong” in some way, and definitely not up to his standards. My picture will only be worth 10 word s with the amount of megapixels I have. Well I guess my dad could take pictures with a disposable film camera and then scan them into the computer. He’s not a very good photographer. He’s a head chopper. Well he isn’t exactly taking pictures of people.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Actually I was supposed to open up an eBay account a while ago. Maybe it’s a good idea to take a page from Hamlet here, and procrastinate. Hope it doesn’t end like the play does. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Then my dad won’t be piggybacking off my account like he did on amazon.com. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;He’ll have to make an account all his own. I don’t want to share an account with him. Plus he can’t piggyback and use my prepaid VISA card since I used it up and don’t have it anymore. I’m not going to buy a new one. He’ll have to figure out which payment methods he wants to use. I hope I don’t have to set up a paypal account. @.@&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-2248916755177369266?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/2248916755177369266/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/10/surfin-on-ebay-sometimes-it-pays-to.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/2248916755177369266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/2248916755177369266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/10/surfin-on-ebay-sometimes-it-pays-to.html' title='Surfin on EBay (sometimes it pays to procrastinate)'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-2505724269279273483</id><published>2009-09-30T01:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T02:12:58.789-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='procrastinate'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><title type='text'>Procrastinating Goose</title><content type='html'>Ok so the title is a little but funny, but once you read this blog you'll understand. So my dad went to an open house for this company to look for a job. He went 2 Saturdays ago. I only remember this because it was the week that I saw that Busytown Mysteries show. Anyway he said he needed to look for something when he got back. He did not look for it until yesterday. He had over a week to look for it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing that really pisses me off is how he gets on my case about procrastinating and he does it ALL THE TIME! Which makes me think of the saying "what's good for the goose is good for the gander".  What should I think getting my dad to admit to something is like getting getting water from a rock. It's not gonna happen. But this indecent inspired me to write a song. Not a parody one either. Original material.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He got mad at me because when I helped him (which I should not have done) I made unnecessary noise or "sound effects" as he likes to call them while moving the boxes. They were heavy ok? One thing you have to be while working around him is &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;QUIET! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I don't care when my mom tells me not to procrastinate because she is not a procrastinator. I'll take it from her.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-2505724269279273483?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/2505724269279273483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/09/procrastinating-goose.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/2505724269279273483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/2505724269279273483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/09/procrastinating-goose.html' title='Procrastinating Goose'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-216108007349242768</id><published>2009-09-28T02:52:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-28T02:53:58.371-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='October'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cranky'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cats'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='noise'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><title type='text'>Cranky October (Cats are Annoying!)</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;October is a hard month for me. This is the month that makes my dad extra cranky. No matter what is happening. It’s even worse now that my cousin was born in that month a few years ago. He also gets really cranky in the spring, but I don’t know why. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Right before he goes to visit them he gets really cranky and you have to be on eggshells with him. Personally I wish I could just make myself invisible for most of the month. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Everything irritates him and I mean everything. Like noises, animals, commercials, the lack of a local NFL team, tv scheduling, and lots of other things.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;Like cats. If he hears just one little “meow” in this mental state. He jumps form whatever he is doing to go and wet said cat(s) with the hose. It’s annoying. He will do this for hours on end. He will complain incessantly about the “noise” even though I usually don’t hear it or have enough sense to ignore it. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;The other strange thing is that he is irritable, but clingy. A very strange combination. He needs to tell you everything that he is doing and, you have to hear his stories and see what he’s done. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 0);"&gt;I guess it wouldn’t bother me as much if he didn’t pretend he was not going and then does. Then he just gets mad because I can read him and know he’s just lying. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-216108007349242768?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/216108007349242768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/09/cranky-october-cats-are-annoying.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/216108007349242768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/216108007349242768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/09/cranky-october-cats-are-annoying.html' title='Cranky October (Cats are Annoying!)'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-7406475287061131885</id><published>2009-09-27T23:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-27T23:51:45.656-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='The Price is Right'/><title type='text'>Fake Price</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;I know my dad is trying to connect with me or something. Please don’t pretend you like the Price is Right or to be interested in it. It’s so annoying when he does this. I mean it’s not the show for him. It has a lot of things that annoy him including overly enthusiastic screaming constants. He hates screaming even on tv. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 0, 0);"&gt;The other bad thing is that I have to explain the rules to everything. (pricing games, wheel, and showcases) Including bidding strategies. He wants to know why a contestant severely under bid. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-7406475287061131885?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/7406475287061131885/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/09/fake-price.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/7406475287061131885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/7406475287061131885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/09/fake-price.html' title='Fake Price'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-290173104665094336</id><published>2009-09-23T14:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-23T14:17:15.854-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='death'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='money'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><title type='text'>Making a Buck off the Dead</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;This is another rant blog. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;My dad is going to try make another profit off his dead uncle. When he died he left a car. My grandparents took it. They were not sure what they were going to do with it. At first they were just going to sell it. Then they were going to trade it in because it was a clunker, but they waited too long. By the time they were ready to the program was over.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;So my parents went off to get the car from my grandma’s house.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;For me that means free day! ^-^   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;But really I still hate to think what kind of profit he would try to make off my death and belongings. I guess he could always make some money off my CD/DVD collection and my “valuable” electronics. I wonder what I have that is “valuable”? Or at least what he can try to make a buck off. He can be like Scrooge’s servant from A Christmas Carol. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-290173104665094336?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/290173104665094336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/09/making-buck-off-dead.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/290173104665094336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/290173104665094336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/09/making-buck-off-dead.html' title='Making a Buck off the Dead'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8007723308458599305.post-2561611352388227126</id><published>2009-09-19T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-19T21:24:22.317-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='american football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='football'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='celebrities'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='bucket list'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='rant blog'/><title type='text'>Boring Things for Boring People</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;My rant blogs were taking up too much space in my main blog, so I decided to start this one. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I'm not going to pretend I'm an interesting person because I'm probably not. Sometimes I feel like &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;DW&lt;/span&gt; in Arthur when she thinks the things she likes are boring. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I can't believe my dad thought I wanted to go to the mall with him and meet a Raider. To me that sounds boring. I don't even like football. He told me it would be something fun to do. He also said something like it would be something to say I did since I've never met a Raider before.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;If I had a little punch card with the picture of celebrities I met and the ones I want to meet. I can assure you that a Raider probably wouldn't be on that card. Meeting a Raider isn't exactly something on my bucket list. Plus I already met a football player a few years ago. A Packer. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;According to the story my dad told me. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;I'm taking this with a grain of salt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;. Is that when he met the guy at the store he talked to him for like an hour. I guess not a lot of fans showed up, so he didn't have to keep the line moving. Talking to a celebrity for a long time at a signing... Sounds familiar...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Actually this reminded me of something that happened about 2 years ago. There was some other Raider making an appearance at the mall, and he wanted me to go. I really didn't want to because that's not really interesting to me. He told me I had to go because he took me to 2 signings (John &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Cena&lt;/span&gt; in 2005 and London and Kendrick in 2007), and that I owed him 2 signings. This is one of the main reasons why I ran off to meet Shirley Manson &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;alone&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;. I wouldn't owe my dad another signing. He made me do all the leg work for it too. Like gathering stats on the guy and stuff like that. Going to that appearance never materialized. I forget why though.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;Maybe I'll take up some&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; interesting&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt; hobbies like follow sports and read books about sports. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"Believing in nothing, Makes life so boring "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(153, 153, 153);"&gt;"Find out who you are before you regret it"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8007723308458599305-2561611352388227126?l=therantblog3.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/feeds/2561611352388227126/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/09/boring-things-for-boring-people.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/2561611352388227126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8007723308458599305/posts/default/2561611352388227126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://therantblog3.blogspot.com/2009/09/boring-things-for-boring-people.html' title='Boring Things for Boring People'/><author><name>pikapal</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/18444160832720225725</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='31' height='20' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_3zWkEMkV6F4/SbTYIzZSvSI/AAAAAAAAACw/rpvIquTJkF8/S220/892627632_l.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
