Ok so the back ground looks a little better. I still need to learn how to tile things better.

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Anyone out there know how to get the wordpress email blog thing working. You see it should be checking an email address that i setup and then bloging what i write. However. It doesnt seem to want to work? hmmm

This is important. It so i can get around the stupily restrictive proxy at work. I mean ‘sif dbmb.net is fucking adult fucking themed for fucks sake. shit boobs wee poo bum

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Bubbles are hard.

Stupid tiling thingy – i wish i knew php. Or at least how to manipulate photoshop better. Anyone know an easy way to set up a good looing tile pattern in photoshop?

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12 Years ago I saw something that a lifetime of experience in law enforcement and tour in the Air Force couldn’t explain. I’ve spent what seems a life time wondering about that experience, thankful that I didn’t ever see them again. Until I did see them again, then I wished I hadn’t ever seen them at all. I’ve lost everything now my job, my house, friends, my whole life is gone. I’m moving from place to place, running and hiding. I’m going to try and write down as best as I can, what I can remember. I don’t know how much longer I can keep running. I’ve come a long way from Fox Alaska, and I’m still running.

June 15, 1995 – 0:00 hours – Dulles Air Force Base – Continental United States.

It was cold. It really fucking cold, it was always cold in Dulles at night,, hell it was always cold in Washington. If I remember anything clearly about that night it was that I was freezing my fucking balls off, that and that I was standing picket on a night that I shouldn’t have been for someone who wasn’t really my friend and for the life of me right then and there, I couldn’t have told you why I did it.

The war, Bosnia, seemed like a world away and if it wasn’t for the constant traffic through the base of assorted brass and their REMF hangers on I wouldn’t have had a single thing to do. As it was when the truck arrived nothing seemed out of order. The only thing that stood out to me at the time was the Special Tatics Group logo on the door, the STG was usually more subtle, advertising like this meant two things, they wanted people to know they were here, and they wanted to be left alone. As it was it was a welcome relief from the boredom of walking a mobile picket between the sometime abandoned and often empty hangers in a disused portion of the base.

Still playing with some stuff, changed the big red block to something a little more intersting gonna try and figure out how to change the back ground. Keep the color and maybe put some actual bubbles somewhere.

I’ll try and get that fiction up tonight, im still a little pissed off at Fuck-Tard. Bah i’ll go kill something and comeback laters.

… in wow… i’ll go kill something in wow.

Freaks what did you think i meant?

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