<?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-5682243</id><updated>2011-04-21T16:04:30.949-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Waiting For a Truck - About Me</title><subtitle type='html'>About Me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://waitingforatruckabout.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682243/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingforatruckabout.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889750861353011844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://community.webshots.com/s/image5/4/79/81/68147981oNKdws_ph.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5682243.post-106090977224580573</id><published>2003-08-14T18:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T13:16:24.310-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Useless facts about me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1. I was born in 1980. In Denmark.&lt;br /&gt;2. My first cd was &lt;em&gt;AC/DC Live.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. The first cd I bought was called &lt;em&gt;How Will I Laugh Tomorrow When I Can't Even Smile Today &lt;/em&gt;by Suicidal Tendencies.&lt;br /&gt;4. I was think I was about 13 years old at the time.&lt;br /&gt;5. I tend to focus too much on music.&lt;br /&gt;6. The only movie I have seen more than once in a cinema is Fight Club.&lt;br /&gt;7. Then I bought the book and the soundtrack.&lt;br /&gt;8. God gave me my face, but I got to pick my nose.&lt;br /&gt;9. I should be able to speak Spanish, German, French, English and Danish. But I can't.&lt;br /&gt;10. I prefer Conan to Letterman, and Letterman to Leno. But we don't get Conan on Danish TV.&lt;br /&gt;11. I know more about American politics than about Danish politics, and I don't know a lot about American politics.&lt;br /&gt;12. I would have voted for Al Gore instead of Bush.&lt;br /&gt;13. I once played guitar in a deathmetal band.&lt;br /&gt;14. I also once played bass in a Jamie Walters tribute band.&lt;br /&gt;15. We weren't any good and could only play 2 songs.&lt;br /&gt;16. I claim to have great taste in movies and know everything about them.&lt;br /&gt;17. Strangely one of my favorite films is Office Space.&lt;br /&gt;18. I have a huge Army of Darkness poster on my wall.&lt;br /&gt;19. I think monkeys are funny.&lt;br /&gt;20. If I had the money I would buy 1000 monkeys and 1000 typewriters and pass their work of as my own.&lt;br /&gt;21. I haven't had a good haircut for ages.&lt;br /&gt;22. My cd's have to be sorted alphabetical or my world will come crashing down.&lt;br /&gt;23. Everything else in my room is a mess.&lt;br /&gt;24. My favorite Simpsons character is Rainier Wolfcastle.&lt;br /&gt;25. Because I was very bored as a child I believe I've seen every episode of Full House.&lt;br /&gt;26. I also once saw 37 hours of Simpsons in a week.&lt;br /&gt;27. The most embarrasing cd I've ever bought is Human Clay by Creed.&lt;br /&gt;28. I Believe the best music was made in the early 90's.&lt;br /&gt;29. And Grunge never died, it's just napping.&lt;br /&gt;30. I've never written a poem, and I can't paint to save my life.&lt;br /&gt;31. I hate it when rappers become actors, and I hate when actors become musicians.&lt;br /&gt;32. Except when Steven Seagal plays guitar - thats' just funny.&lt;br /&gt;33. The best concert I've ever seen is probably Black Sabbath in '98&lt;br /&gt;34. I didn't like the first Lord of the Rings movie - haven't seen the second.&lt;br /&gt;35. I was &lt;em&gt;this &lt;/em&gt;close to walking out on Matrix Reloaded.&lt;br /&gt;36. Not to mention The Phantom Menace.....&lt;br /&gt;37. According to The Spark I'll die March 26, 2044. Which is a pretty decent run I guess.&lt;br /&gt;38. I never buy drinks when I'm out. Only beer the doctor said.&lt;br /&gt;39. Seinfeld is the best sit-com ever made.&lt;br /&gt;40. Dr. Phil is the biggest idiot on TV.&lt;br /&gt;41. I like all kinds of music.&lt;br /&gt;42. My collection is almost complete.&lt;br /&gt;43. I actually don't like all kinds of music, but I think it's a funny joke.&lt;br /&gt;44. I like to tell people I have an evil twin called Ricardo who is the one who gets drunk at parties.&lt;br /&gt;45. When Ricardo falls at a party, I am still the one who gets bruised.&lt;br /&gt;46. He once fell backwards down a staircase, so I had to take little red painkillers for a month.&lt;br /&gt;47. They made me drowsy and confused, so in the end I stopped taking them.&lt;br /&gt;48. Can you believe number 27? I'm still in denial.&lt;br /&gt;49. I believe cynicism is just a harsh way of saying the truth.&lt;br /&gt;50. I also believe cynicism may be spelled wrong.&lt;br /&gt;51. I hate people who wear silly hats.&lt;br /&gt;52. Don't get me wrong, I like a good hat as much as the next person, I just hate silly hats.&lt;br /&gt;53. Contrary to popular belief, moustaches can be quite cool&lt;br /&gt;54. But I guess you always wan't what you can't have.&lt;br /&gt;55. Except for aardvarks. I'd never want an aardvark.&lt;br /&gt;56. I once had a houseplant called Owen Wilson.&lt;br /&gt;57. It was named after the volleyball in Castaway, and a spider named Owen in some shite Freddie Prinze Jr flick.&lt;br /&gt;58. When I grow up I'd like to have a henchman, or henchmen, to kill everybody who disagree with me. &lt;br /&gt;59. Or an unholy army of henchmonkeys. Of darkness.&lt;br /&gt;60. I very often suffer from insomnia, except I don't know if it is technically insomnia, or that I just can't sleep.&lt;br /&gt;61. When I haven't slept for about two days I have a tendency to get jittery and nervous.&lt;br /&gt;62. But honestly, don't we all?&lt;br /&gt;63. I believe there's a lot of truth to the old saying "Two guys must never share an umbrella".&lt;br /&gt;64. I prefer Diet Coke to regular.&lt;br /&gt;65. I've never had any surgery.&lt;br /&gt;66. Not counting the time I was abducted by aliens of course.&lt;br /&gt;67. And probing is hardly surgery.&lt;br /&gt;68. Sometimes I'm not sure I get the concept of weblogs. &lt;br /&gt;69. When looking at weblogs, a lot the writers are apparently single.&lt;br /&gt;70. I wonder if there's a connection...&lt;br /&gt;71. Not that there's anything wrong with that.&lt;br /&gt;72. I spend to little time writing on my weblog, and to much time checking if I get any hits.&lt;br /&gt;73. I don't know why people feel guilty when they don't update their weblog, but sometimes I do the same myself.&lt;br /&gt;74. But I shouldn't. It's not like your world is falling apart if I don't update. Or is it?&lt;br /&gt;75. Maybe it is - that fills me with power. Power is good.&lt;br /&gt;76. I often laugh at my own jokes, but I hate when other people do it.&lt;br /&gt;77. Especially if they aren't funny.&lt;br /&gt;78. I dislike smileys and people who write *LOL* after every sentence.&lt;br /&gt;79. I think it's stupid that a negative smiley :-( is still called a smiley. It should be called a frowney.&lt;br /&gt;80. I think there should be an adjective called "ruptive" for people who don't disrupt people.&lt;br /&gt;81. And a word called "gruntled" for postal workers who are pleased with their job.&lt;br /&gt;82. I have a small scar on my left eyebrow, but I'm not as cool as Dylan McKay. Few are.&lt;br /&gt;83. I'm very stupid when it comes to money&lt;br /&gt;84. Some people have a bad temper, mine is quite nice.&lt;br /&gt;85. If I should describe my self only by mentioning one band I would either say &lt;em&gt;Local H &lt;/em&gt;or &lt;em&gt;Type O Negative&lt;/em&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;86. It's strange that I think John Cusack is really cool, when I really don't care too much for Joan Cusack.&lt;br /&gt;87. Because my brother is called John Poul, one of my friends suggested that I should change my name to Ringo George.&lt;br /&gt;88. I think The Beatles are overrated.&lt;br /&gt;89. Sticks and stones may break my bones, and they proabably will.&lt;br /&gt;90. The only famous person I've ever had a conversation with is Matt from Nada Surf. And a couple of Danish semi celebs.&lt;br /&gt;91. I'm really no good at making lists, eventhough I quite enjoy talking about myself.&lt;br /&gt;92. I'm also pretty bad at taking exams. Not that I get nervous, I'm just generally unprepared.&lt;br /&gt;93. I tend to roll my eyes and hurry on to another website when people talk about "A-list bloggers" and "the blogosphere".&lt;br /&gt;94. I think some people may just take themselves and blogging too serious.&lt;br /&gt;95. I think I'm a relatively slow reader. And writer.&lt;br /&gt;96. If I was locked up in a house for 100 days and could only bring 1 book I would probably bring The Norton Anthology of English Literature Vol. 2&lt;br /&gt;97. I'm no good at buying presents, which is why I make an effort not to have a girlfriend come christmas time.&lt;br /&gt;98. Or so I tell myself.&lt;br /&gt;99. I am vey easily bored.&lt;br /&gt;100. Luckily for me I have now written a 100 things about myself and can now return to watching Hot Shots on TV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5682243-106090977224580573?l=waitingforatruckabout.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682243/posts/default/106090977224580573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5682243/posts/default/106090977224580573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://waitingforatruckabout.blogspot.com/2003_08_01_archive.html#106090977224580573' title=''/><author><name>Roy</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11889750861353011844</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://community.webshots.com/s/image5/4/79/81/68147981oNKdws_ph.jpg'/></author></entry></feed>
