<?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-4375246163106810330</id><updated>2011-11-27T19:07:52.476-06:00</updated><category term='diet'/><category term='motocross'/><category term='snake eyes'/><category term='honda crf250r'/><category term='Austin-DelValle MX'/><category term='kawasaki kx250'/><category term='g.i. joe the movie'/><category term='Cross Creek MX'/><title type='text'>Sir Robbie Rob</title><subtitle type='html'>Makes sense to me!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sir Robbie Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15030356116637052400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEN-3CnTITI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uNohYue4KRU/S220/l_9e997e0378fdb0961eb7f87b03f55e39.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>125</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-1140970723035193566</id><published>2008-07-08T08:21:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:14.041-06:00</updated><title type='text'>No Better Way to Start the Day</title><content type='html'>Sugar letting me know it's time to get out of bed.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SHNqrcXz_KI/AAAAAAAAAIY/UuTNBdbLePM/s1600-h/IMG_4645.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SHNqrcXz_KI/AAAAAAAAAIY/UuTNBdbLePM/s400/IMG_4645.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220633687635524770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-1140970723035193566?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/1140970723035193566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=1140970723035193566' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/1140970723035193566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/1140970723035193566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/07/no-better-way-to-start-day.html' title='No Better Way to Start the Day'/><author><name>Sir Robbie Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15030356116637052400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEN-3CnTITI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uNohYue4KRU/S220/l_9e997e0378fdb0961eb7f87b03f55e39.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SHNqrcXz_KI/AAAAAAAAAIY/UuTNBdbLePM/s72-c/IMG_4645.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-7758483348823651722</id><published>2008-07-07T11:40:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T12:39:09.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mike Alessi's Crash at Red Bud</title><content type='html'>For those of you not in the know, I love motocross. When I started riding dirt bikes something inside me just clicked. I had finally found something that was meant for me. I expect the feeling to be similar to a basketball player discovering a basketball for the first time. Even thinking about it brings a huge smile to my face. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little more than a year after I started riding, I tore my &lt;a href="http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anterior_cruciate_ligament"&gt;ACL&lt;/a&gt; at a local MX track. My first BIG injury and the first time I was going to have surgery. The only thing I could think about was getting back to the track. So I went with a doctor that told me I could be back riding in 3 months. Well, a couple months later I was back on the bike...for 5 minutes. I had managed to get my foot caught on a tree root and my leg was yanked back. I heard a loud pop and felt the same pain as the first tear. I was pissed and frustrated which led to some tears. Luckily, I didn't tear the ACL again but it stretched. I went to a another doctor and this time I took the slower approach to riding again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 months after the initial injury, I bought another dirt bike(The old one had some bad karma...seriously). I was pumped to be riding again. Well about my third time back out to the track, I high sided and landed on my head. It really freaked me out. After all the commotion, I instantly made sure I had no pain in my leg. Then I went through making sure I could move all limbs. I'm super paranoid about neck injuries. Initially, I didn't think twice about stop riding. I had waited an entire year to ride again and I wasn't about to walk away. Two day later, I changed my mind. As much as I love riding dirt bikes, I'm not in the same mindset to bounce back from injuries. I'm not willing to go through another year of rehab for a hobby. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three weeks after I bought the dirt bike I sold it. Since then I haven't thought about riding dirt. Kind of strange, it took landing on my head to clear some things up for me. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a reason I bought all of this up. I saw a clip from this weekend's AMA Motorcross Championship race and it gave me chills. It shows Mike Alessi crashing and then getting ran over by the rest of the field. It's one of the gnarliest crashes I've seen. Luckily, it looks like he is in good condition with two broken shoulder blades, a few ribs, and a concussion. Yes, I said luckily. He is still breathing and walking around. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At what point would you start asking yourself, Is the risk worth the reward? Mike Alessi just returned to racing from a broken coller bone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For me, the great feeling I had riding isn't worth the injuries. But I don't rely on this type of thing for income. So I can't really answer it on that level. Maybe that's what separates the pros from everyone else. They are willing to hang it all out and not think twice. What do you think?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOT FOR THE FAINT OF HEART&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/LQNRFubW9KA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/LQNRFubW9KA&amp;hl=en&amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-7758483348823651722?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/7758483348823651722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=7758483348823651722' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/7758483348823651722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/7758483348823651722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/07/mike-alessis-crash-at-red-bud.html' title='Mike Alessi&apos;s Crash at Red Bud'/><author><name>Sir Robbie Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15030356116637052400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEN-3CnTITI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uNohYue4KRU/S220/l_9e997e0378fdb0961eb7f87b03f55e39.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-8182249411509297708</id><published>2008-07-06T13:42:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:15.051-06:00</updated><title type='text'>July 4th Weekend</title><content type='html'>I feel like such a slacker. I have a bunch of things I want to blog about but I don't. Lately it's like going to the gym. You don't really want to do it but once you get going you're glad you did. No good excuses though.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy Belated 4th of July! What did you guys do to celebrate this &lt;strike&gt;empty&lt;/strike&gt;glorious holiday? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We headed to the &lt;a href="http://www.co.travis.tx.us/tnr/parks/arkansas_bend.asp"&gt;Arkansas Bend Park&lt;/a&gt; for some good times. When we got to the entrance, the ranger notified us there was a burn ban in effect. This meant we couldn't use any of the park's grills unless they were above ground. Sadly, there weren't any of those sites left. We had to settle for one with a in the ground grill. Long story short, we cooked up some illegal hot dogs and boy they were delicious. I think they were so tasty because it was so wrong. We're such rebels!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hope everyone had some good times of their own. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures for your enjoyment. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SHFC6nsMPkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/S3k0cGdECTw/s1600-h/IMG_4665.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SHFC6nsMPkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/S3k0cGdECTw/s400/IMG_4665.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220027017953295938" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SHFBcXUd_MI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k1KJ_aE7bkw/s1600-h/IMG_4671.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SHFBcXUd_MI/AAAAAAAAAHw/k1KJ_aE7bkw/s400/IMG_4671.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220025398651124930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SHFAgOwg0gI/AAAAAAAAAHo/4UG1qSJ-if0/s1600-h/IMG_4691.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SHFAgOwg0gI/AAAAAAAAAHo/4UG1qSJ-if0/s400/IMG_4691.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220024365560680962" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SHFAanLSlvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EYqiB2r8O8s/s1600-h/IMG_4661.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SHFAanLSlvI/AAAAAAAAAHg/EYqiB2r8O8s/s400/IMG_4661.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5220024269036230386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-8182249411509297708?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/8182249411509297708/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=8182249411509297708' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8182249411509297708'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8182249411509297708'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/07/july-4th-weekend.html' title='July 4th Weekend'/><author><name>Sir Robbie Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15030356116637052400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEN-3CnTITI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uNohYue4KRU/S220/l_9e997e0378fdb0961eb7f87b03f55e39.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SHFC6nsMPkI/AAAAAAAAAH4/S3k0cGdECTw/s72-c/IMG_4665.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-6858604953399024987</id><published>2008-06-30T17:30:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T18:53:12.459-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Towel Please</title><content type='html'>I don't really consider myself a gamer. Once upon a time I would say I was. But that all changed with World of Warcraft. Around the time I started playing &lt;a href="http://www.worldofwarcraft.com"&gt;World of Warcraft&lt;/a&gt;, I installed an application called &lt;a href="http://www.xfire.com"&gt;xfire&lt;/a&gt;. Xfire is a chat client, much like AIM, that allows you to connect easily with other gamers. It also tracks what games you play...and how long you have played each game. One day after playing WoW I happened to check my xfire account. What I saw made my jaw drop. Xfire said I had been playing for 52 hours. 52 hours of my life went into a video game. That is like a work week and then some. Shortly after, I canceled my account and haven't looked back...except once. But I haven't looked back since that one time.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I go through spells where I will fire up the PS3 or Xbox for some quick entertain. But I start feeling guilty if I have been playing too long. Anyway, I am babbling, on to the point. Today, I saw something that got the gamer inside me excited. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The announcement of Diablo III!!!te he!! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I probably spent more time on Diablo II than any other game. Even my non-gamer friends would waste hours and hours playing. So when I saw the announcement over at &lt;a href="http://www.1up.com/do/newsStory?cId=3168465"&gt;1-Up&lt;/a&gt;, I instantly felt like a little kid on Christmas morning. When it releases, I envision a Sir Rob wasting a good portion of his life on it. At least for the first week. That should be about the time I start feeling the guilt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the teaser video!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/EgbUSsblCSQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/EgbUSsblCSQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, head over to &lt;a href="http://www.1up.com/do/newsStory?cId=3168465"&gt;1-UP&lt;/a&gt; for the article and screenshots. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh! Ooooooh! Oooooooh! Ahhhhh. Towel please!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On a sidenote, 52 hours is nothing compared what other people have put in. I know people that have put 500+ hours into it. Can you imagine that. Has anyone ever been on their death bed and said "I wish I would have done more gaming." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-6858604953399024987?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/6858604953399024987/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=6858604953399024987' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/6858604953399024987'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/6858604953399024987'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/06/towel-please.html' title='Towel Please'/><author><name>Sir Robbie Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15030356116637052400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEN-3CnTITI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uNohYue4KRU/S220/l_9e997e0378fdb0961eb7f87b03f55e39.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-9219725268519614945</id><published>2008-06-26T15:08:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T15:36:55.758-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kicking the Habit...Once Again</title><content type='html'>I have what some might call a problem, some may call it an addiction. I drink a lot...of sodas. It's really embarrassing for me to admit this. I have a lot of people looking up to me. It's because of them I want to kick this dirty habit and get clean. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The turning point for me came one day when I was in a back ally servicing a quadriplegic amputee Gulf War vet. I was on my knees about to start the 'Sir Robbie Rob World Famous Special' and it hit me. Well, the vet hit me. The first hit was to the head, with what I don't know, from that point on I was in and out of consciousness. I woke up laying in the filth of the ally covered in my own blood. My body was covered with bite marks and wheel chair tire marks. I had hit rock bottom...Actually I would say rock bottom hit me. I knew I needed to get help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I reached out to my family but they gave up on me a long time ago. They got tired of me stealing from them just so I could get my fix. They would say "Why didn't you just get a soda out of the fridge! We had a 24 pack!". But they didn't understand. They only had normal soda in there. My cravings were for diet soda. Anyone can get addicted to Coca Cola. It takes a real junkie to get addicted to Caffeine-Free Diet Coke. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was because of the Diet Coke addiction I couldn't find anyone with experience to help rid my of it. I would go to all of the rehabs in town and the conversation was the same everywhere.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehab Front Desk: "Addicted to Diet Coke?"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SRR: "Caffeine-Free Diet Coke mostly. Sometimes I drink a Diet Dr. Pepper or regular Diet Coke. I drink about 12 sometimes 15 cans a day."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Rehab Front Desk: "Sir please get the hell out of here. We have REAL patients that have REAL problems."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  No one understood my addiction. I was on my own to kick this nasty habit. So I found a dirt motel in the middle of no where. I would kick this thing cold turkey. Right after I enjoyed a Diet Code from the vending machine. It was probably the best thing I have or will ever taste. Afterwards, I boarded up the room and started the rough road to a healthier life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  It was 5 days later that I came out of that room. The soda no longer had its' teeth in me. I walked right up to that vending machine. It sat there tempting me to have another refreshing soda. But I won that battle I got a bottle water instead. I just said no! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; I wanted to share my story so everyone with an addiction to diet sodas knows they're not alone. There are others out there that are wanting to help you. Just reach out and we will help. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi. My name is Sir Robbie Rob and I'm a soda addict. I've been sober for 19...make that 20 minutes.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-9219725268519614945?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/9219725268519614945/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=9219725268519614945' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/9219725268519614945'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/9219725268519614945'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/06/kicking-habitonce-again.html' title='Kicking the Habit...Once Again'/><author><name>Sir Robbie Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15030356116637052400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEN-3CnTITI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uNohYue4KRU/S220/l_9e997e0378fdb0961eb7f87b03f55e39.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-3579745376263693719</id><published>2008-06-24T12:42:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T14:10:55.627-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Charlie the Unicorn Part Deux</title><content type='html'>I've been on the hunt for a Charlie and the Candy Mountain t-shirt since &lt;a href="http://metallmans-reverie.blogspot.com/"&gt;MetalMan&lt;/a&gt; told me about it. In my searching I found a friggin' sequel to the awesome-ness that is Charlie. I can't believe I didn't know about this. I must be seriously out of the loop. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QFCSXr6qnv4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QFCSXr6qnv4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is just pure gold. Heeeeeeeyyyyyy Charlieeeeeeeeeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By the way, someone hook me up with a link to a Charlie t-shirt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;UPDATE: I'm a jackass. The link is actually at the end of the clip. MetalMan thanks for sending the link and not pointing out I'm slightly slow.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-3579745376263693719?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/3579745376263693719/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=3579745376263693719' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/3579745376263693719'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/3579745376263693719'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/06/charlie-unicorn-part-deux.html' title='Charlie the Unicorn Part Deux'/><author><name>Sir Robbie Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15030356116637052400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEN-3CnTITI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uNohYue4KRU/S220/l_9e997e0378fdb0961eb7f87b03f55e39.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-2896085301614509931</id><published>2008-06-23T14:37:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:15.377-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Pimpin', Spendin' Cheese</title><content type='html'>Change never comes without problems. If it did, we wouldn't try to avoid it as much as possible. This time is proving to be no different. It's treating me like its little prison bitch. I'm the new fish on the block and its screaming "Fresh Meat!" at me. Why does it have to be so ruthless? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man up Rob! Don't Cry!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Deep Breath*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually it hasn't brought me to tears yet. I'm just walking around with a donut pillow for when I sit down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in April, we sold our beater truck. I used the truck as my daily driver and hauling around my dirt bikes. Well, it had about 316,000 miles on the original motor and was due for inspection. Last year, our mechanic did everything in their power to get it to pass the emission test. This year it wouldn't have passed, so we got rid of it instead of dumping cash into it for a rebuild. That left us with 1 Car and my beater Honda CM400E. Not bad, cause I like riding me some motorcycles.  Shortly after we left for vacation. When we came back the CM400E was sitting in its own fluids. Quite nasty really. So that sat on the sidelines while I ordered parts for it. Meanwhile, Alev and I are sharing one car for getting to and from work. No big deal. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little history about our 1 and only car. It's a 1999 Chevrolet Tahoe that we got from Alev's brother. He was planning on moving back to Turkey and needed to sell his truck. He was telling us that he was taking it around and people weren't offering him enough money for it. Me, being the complete dumbass I'm known for being, offered to buy the truck off of him if nothing pans out. Big mistake. He was feeding us a bunch of BS about how he was still trying over the next couple of weeks. It came down to him having to leave and no luck getting rid of the truck. He drops it off at our house and I was stunned. I will skip all the mean stuff. But the truck was jacked up and we weren't about to take this over until he or his mom fixed it. Sadly, his mom paid to get it fixed and we held up our part of the deal. Over the year of us owning it we dumped so much money into it...just for repairs. That's a brief history of the Tahoe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, Alev and I are sharing the Tahoe. This goes on for a couple of weeks. Then comes a time when we need to take the Tahoe in for some work. It's an all day thing so we are stranded at home without a car. Not that I mind being stranded at home, I just like it when it's by choice. After we pick up the truck all is well...for a few days. The truck crapped out on us and I spent a whole day trying to fix it. No such luck for us. We rented a car (KIA...Killed In Action) and putted the truck back to the &lt;a href="http://jcautospec.com/"&gt;mechanic&lt;/a&gt;. At this point, Alev and I already decided we needed to get a reliable vehicle if it's going to be our only one. So we decide to buy a car. Not really the best time but it's needed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We have a tendency to settle for things. We will buy something less desired because it's cheaper. A year, probably less, we will get tired of said thing and look to replace it. This is our history with cars. This time we wanted to go in getting what we wanted but also put time into researching it. We found what we wanted and handle the process awesomely. Seriously, Alev and I kicked some ass that night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is our choice. A &lt;a href="http://www.motortrend.com/features/auto_news/2006/112_news060207_2006_chrysler_pacifica/touring_limited.html"&gt;2006 Chrysler Pacifica&lt;/a&gt;. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SF_4uRc5D_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/JruLy0sqB-E/s1600-h/06_16_2008+011.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SF_4uRc5D_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/JruLy0sqB-E/s400/06_16_2008+011.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215160367360577522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SF_47BzO-3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/dpPgL5Yv9A0/s1600-h/06_16_2008+009.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SF_47BzO-3I/AAAAAAAAAHA/dpPgL5Yv9A0/s400/06_16_2008+009.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5215160586497620850" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Awww Yeah! Sir Rob is pimping a Mini-Van!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wtf did you just say? It's not a mini-van, it's a crossover. Completely different...ok not really. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So it's not something that was planned. But it's nice having a car that isn't a complete POS. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is just one of the many hiccups going on right now but we're pushing through it. We're not always pleasant towards each other but it will pass...soon I hope.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-2896085301614509931?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/2896085301614509931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=2896085301614509931' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/2896085301614509931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/2896085301614509931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/06/big-pimpin-spendin-cheese.html' title='Big Pimpin&apos;, Spendin&apos; Cheese'/><author><name>Sir Robbie Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15030356116637052400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEN-3CnTITI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uNohYue4KRU/S220/l_9e997e0378fdb0961eb7f87b03f55e39.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SF_4uRc5D_I/AAAAAAAAAG4/JruLy0sqB-E/s72-c/06_16_2008+011.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-8887470556603525463</id><published>2008-06-19T10:22:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-19T15:02:41.925-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've been neglecting you</title><content type='html'>I'm sorry that I haven't been paying any attention to you blog. Things have been crazy and I haven't had anything smart ass-y to say. Instead of another sweet blog entry I thought I would do something different. I'm going to give my fans (Hi Mom!) a little something to get to know Sir Robs a little better. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How am I going to do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;With Random YouTube clips.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say What?!?!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yep, I going to post some of the best YouTube clips that will help my readers get a better idea of my sense of humor. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/9TYzRanykbQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/9TYzRanykbQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Transformers!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5im0Ssyyus&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/Q5im0Ssyyus&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wtf?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.newgrounds.com/portal/view/207608"&gt;I Love You Rebecca!&lt;/a&gt; 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Confused? Great! You now have an idea of the inner workings of me.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I will kick into gear soon and get some posts going. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-8887470556603525463?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/8887470556603525463/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=8887470556603525463' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8887470556603525463'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8887470556603525463'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/06/ive-been-neglecting-you.html' title='I&apos;ve been neglecting you'/><author><name>Sir Robbie Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15030356116637052400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEN-3CnTITI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uNohYue4KRU/S220/l_9e997e0378fdb0961eb7f87b03f55e39.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-1022874074578599296</id><published>2008-06-10T08:52:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-10T09:36:14.707-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Letting the Cat out of the Bag</title><content type='html'>It's been grasping for air the past couple of weeks. So it's time to let the cat out of the bag. I know all of the readers of SRR.com have been dying to know,  "What's the big change going on in your life?". Well it's time to tell you...tomorrow...maybe. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just messing with you. Alev and I are putting our house on the market. During our vacation we talked about getting back to Austin and do whatever it takes to sell the house. Since being back we have gotten the outside of the house painted (puuurtty), running things to storage, and met with an awesome realtor. Everything has been going at a faster pace than I'm used too. You know those people that are ALWAYS busy? That's not me. I avoid having too much too due. If I have to do anything, I don't want it to be night after night. Anyway. We tried selling last year with not too much success. The market kind of fell apart last summer and it's near impossible to sell a house in our neighborhood. Why? Cause we live...in the Ghettooooe. Plus I don't think we were too serious. We listed with a friend and if it sold, it sold. If not, ehhh no biggie. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This time is different! We have priced to sell. What does that mean? It means we're going to eat a big crap sandwich. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whoa Rob! That's nasty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes it is. Even if we get the current asking price, we are going to be paying to get out of the house. Paying a lot of money. This is how serious we are about getting out of the house. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's cool, Rob. But that doesn't seem like that huge of a change. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is very true. There is a little more to the BIG change. Shortly after the house sells, Alev and I will be packing up and moving from Austin, Texas to Raleigh, North Carolina. Dun Dun Duuuuuunnnnnn. Even the thought of it puts my stomach in knots. It's something we really want to do but it's kind of scary. Ack seriously I have that nervous pukey feeling right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moving to Raleigh has been something we have been talking about for 4-5 years. In the past we would talk about it, then tell everyone we're moving to Raleigh. We would always end up doing nothing to work towards doing it. This time around, we wanted to keep things on the DL and get the ball rolling. The ball be a rolling now. Rolling really effin fast too. We broke the news to our friends on Friday and I thought I would share on SRR.com. How tacky would it have been for friends to find out on a website. Kind of messed up. So that is our big change. Maybe not big to everyone but for us, it's going to be HUGE. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I got some more stuff about this I want to write about. It will have to wait till later. I'm supposed to be working. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-1022874074578599296?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/1022874074578599296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=1022874074578599296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/1022874074578599296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/1022874074578599296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/06/letting-cat-out-of-bag.html' title='Letting the Cat out of the Bag'/><author><name>Sir Robbie Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15030356116637052400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEN-3CnTITI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uNohYue4KRU/S220/l_9e997e0378fdb0961eb7f87b03f55e39.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-1429443813153669063</id><published>2008-06-09T13:29:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-09T13:37:55.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kobe vs. Pool of Snakes</title><content type='html'>I came across this YouTube clip today. It features NBA basketball star Kobe Bryant hanging out with the Jackass crew. They set up a pool full of snakes and take turns jumping into it. Really not that funny...for Jackass. The cool part is watching Kobe line up to jump over the pool and slam dunk a ball. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/QBJZXyfLrpU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/QBJZXyfLrpU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you're probably saying "That's pretty lame compared to other Jackass Shananigans." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is fact but watch Kobe jump over the pool...into a dunk. The distance he jumped just blew my mind. Mindblowing! I can't even jump rope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's the random YouTube clip of the day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have fun.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-1429443813153669063?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/1429443813153669063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=1429443813153669063' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/1429443813153669063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/1429443813153669063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/06/kobe-vs-pool-of-snakes.html' title='Kobe vs. Pool of Snakes'/><author><name>Sir Robbie Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15030356116637052400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEN-3CnTITI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uNohYue4KRU/S220/l_9e997e0378fdb0961eb7f87b03f55e39.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-3556130310933172091</id><published>2008-06-04T09:28:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-06T08:12:15.349-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That nervous pukey feeling</title><content type='html'>It's that feeling you get before speaking in front of a large group of people. Or going into a BIG job interview might do it for you. For me, it's public speaking. When I know I need to get up in front of people I instantly start feeling sick. First, I feel like I'm going to hurl, then it turns into other stomach issues. Yeah, you know what I'm talking about. No? I get the shits! Thanks for making me say it. It completely wrecks me. By the time I get to speaking, I'm using all of my energy to keep from passing out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well I have that nervous pukey feeling all day. Only this time it's not public speaking. It's the possibility of some life changing events...good ones. For a long time I have been in a rut. Whether it be on a professional, personal, or creative level. I'm stuck in this loop where it's the same shit, different day. Even though I dislike being in this place, I don't like changes (good or bad) to the monotony. I will kick and scream then throw out the saddest puppy look. Kind of sickening really. This is not how I want to be. I would like to say there was a time I wasn't like this. But thinking about it, I was the exact same way when I was in High School. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Damn...it's easier thinking I haven't always been like this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway. I have talked and talked about changing things up. Even though I may do something different for a short while I always end up where I started. It drives me crazy. This year it drove me into a depression like I have never experienced. Not a place I would like to return too anytime soon. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During our vacation, Alev and I discussed a few things. Basically it came down to this, we have to do whatever it takes to make the changes we want. No Excuses. No Can'ts. Just Do (I would have said "Just Do It! but afraid of Nike lawyers suing me). So, coming back from vacation we hit the ground running. So far everything is falling into place. We're not quite there yet but I think we can see the light. The light is getting so bright that it's giving me that nervous pukey feeling. Under that pukey feeling is some excitement. You smell that? That's the smell of change!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Actually, it could be me. I told you, my stomach gets messed up in all kinds of ways.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-3556130310933172091?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/3556130310933172091/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=3556130310933172091' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/3556130310933172091'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/3556130310933172091'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/06/that-nervous-pukey-feeling.html' title='That nervous pukey feeling'/><author><name>Sir Robbie Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15030356116637052400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEN-3CnTITI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uNohYue4KRU/S220/l_9e997e0378fdb0961eb7f87b03f55e39.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-8488638917329595221</id><published>2008-06-02T12:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-03T10:04:31.865-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Harley Davidson Nightster video</title><content type='html'>I forgot to post the short video I took of the Harley on Saturday. Here it is...all 12 seconds of it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It sounds mean. grrr!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/RiBtD2_KloI&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/RiBtD2_KloI&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-8488638917329595221?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/8488638917329595221/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=8488638917329595221' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8488638917329595221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8488638917329595221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/06/harley-davidson-nightster-video.html' title='Harley Davidson Nightster video'/><author><name>Sir Robbie Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15030356116637052400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEN-3CnTITI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uNohYue4KRU/S220/l_9e997e0378fdb0961eb7f87b03f55e39.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-8295484216892898766</id><published>2008-05-31T23:45:00.009-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:16.508-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Finally...the day has come</title><content type='html'>Many of you at one point have heard me say "One day, by golly, I'll get a Mac. I just need to sell my right and left testicles.". Well the day has FINALLY come. Alev and I are proud owners of 24 inch iMacs. Now I can get away from the crappy Adobe Premiere and work on Final Cut Pro. It was almost worth the castration. Check out the arrival. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEIsGinTIOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/azIsMvweuhQ/s1600-h/IMG_4377.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEIsGinTIOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/azIsMvweuhQ/s400/IMG_4377.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206772610076188898" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEIsSSnTIPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7eGMD4I0n6U/s1600-h/IMG_4379.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEIsSSnTIPI/AAAAAAAAAFg/7eGMD4I0n6U/s400/IMG_4379.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206772811939651826" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEIsainTIQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JE9yhziQrEY/s1600-h/IMG_4382.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEIsainTIQI/AAAAAAAAAFo/JE9yhziQrEY/s400/IMG_4382.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206772953673572610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEIsiynTIRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FNlpLw8wN4k/s1600-h/IMG_4383.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEIsiynTIRI/AAAAAAAAAFw/FNlpLw8wN4k/s400/IMG_4383.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206773095407493394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEIsrinTISI/AAAAAAAAAF4/cUw5aoNxt8o/s1600-h/IMG_4392.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEIsrinTISI/AAAAAAAAAF4/cUw5aoNxt8o/s400/IMG_4392.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206773245731348770" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If this was a Disney movie, this is where we would break into song. Thankfully, this isn't a Disney movie.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-8295484216892898766?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/8295484216892898766/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=8295484216892898766' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8295484216892898766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8295484216892898766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/05/finallythe-day-has-come.html' title='Finally...the day has come'/><author><name>Sir Robbie Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15030356116637052400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEN-3CnTITI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uNohYue4KRU/S220/l_9e997e0378fdb0961eb7f87b03f55e39.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEIsGinTIOI/AAAAAAAAAFY/azIsMvweuhQ/s72-c/IMG_4377.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-7277637987862140677</id><published>2008-05-31T20:57:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:16.792-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Itch has been scratched</title><content type='html'>I itched the hell out of the scratch, smelled my fingers, and smiled in delight. That pretty much sums up the day I spent with the Nightster. It really did sooth the urge to go out and buy a bike. But it also answered some questions for me. First, this really is the bike I want to get. Everything, from the fit to the balance of the bike, felt perfect for me.  It just felt right. I will probably test ride some other bikes throughout the summer just to make sure.  The other question that was answered today was 'Why do people have such a hard on for Harley Davidson?'. I now know why... because they're effin bad ass. Let me try to explain what it felt like being in the presence of this bike. Yes, just saying I got wood would sum it up but I want to relive it. That way I can get wood again. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After signing the papers for the rental, the Cowboy Harley employee lead us outside for a walkaround. He also needed to go through the normal stuff like 'here is the rear brake, lights, ignition, etc'. While he was explaining to me how to start a bike, he fired up the Nightster. The second it fired up my heart just skipped and I got this feeling in my stomach. The feeling was the same you get on rollercoasters or driving on a hilly road. It also produced a slight tingle in my mid region...no joke.  Moving on. He then asked me to putt the bike up the parking lot and come back. He asking me to do this replaced my tingling feeling with a nervous sick feeling. I got on the bike and kicked it into gear. I did what he asked and made it through with issues. After this little test he tells me to have fun... oh and be careful with all that torque. Alev and I exchanged the normal "be careful... I will" stuff and I set out. As I pull out of the Harley parking lot I still have that nervous feeling in my stomach. As I get on the frontage rode I crack open the throttle, instantly feeling that torque I was warned about. I wasn't quite ready for it and it lurched my body back. As soon as I cracked open the throttle the nervous feeling was gone... hello woodrow. That feeling lasted all day. If I would notice the feeling going away I would just grab a hand full of throttle. Just listening to the sound of that motor did it for me. I have heard a great many of Harleys but there is nothing like the sound of it when your on it's back. No other manufactures can even come close to that sound. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just to sum all of that up, riding the Nightster gave me funny feelings... down there.   &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now you know me, I have to add a negative to all the positive. The one thing that I did not like on the bike was the 5th gear. When I was riding it like the law says I should, the gear was sluggish in the 65-75 range. It felt like I was in too high of a gear. If I was slamming through the gears and hitting 5th gear at about 80 it felt great. I also think it had a lot of room to go. I got the bike up to about 90 mph and it begged me to push it more. But I wasn't about to test out my luck with that. That's about the only negative thing I could say. The trip did have another negative thing about it but I will get to that further down. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I didn't really plan out a ride as I let the excitement take control of everything. I briefly looked at the wall of maps at the dealership, but that was it. From there I set out towards Bastrop on 71, hitting up the Hyatt Lost PInes resort (beautiful ride). From there I took 71 to 21 heading out towards Paige. Just going where ever I went, I cut over on 1441 to 95 which took me to Elgin. From Elgin, I headed out towards Taylor through a variety of farm roads, leading me to 79. I followed 79 to 35 and took that up to 1431. I headed out towards Lime Creek rd. and then decided to head home for a rest. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As I headed home, my arms started burning. Doh!, I forgot to put on sunscreen and I will wearing a short sleeve. I thought I could get home and catch it before it got bad. Unfortunately, I was totally wrong. It must have already been bad at that point. Check out these pictures.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEIXVynTINI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/p56CCf3hY88/s1600-h/IMG_4389.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEIXVynTINI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/p56CCf3hY88/s400/IMG_4389.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206749782325010642" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEIWjSnTIMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/cg6zPiudYkU/s1600-h/IMG_4385.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEIWjSnTIMI/AAAAAAAAAFI/cg6zPiudYkU/s400/IMG_4385.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5206748914741616834" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah... it hurts. This was the other negative thing about today. I can't remember the last time I had a burn this bad. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here are some pictures from today.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://redslush.com/gallery/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=14069&amp;g2_serialNumber=2"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://redslush.com/gallery/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=14069&amp;g2_serialNumber=2" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://redslush.com/gallery/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=14033&amp;g2_serialNumber=2"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://redslush.com/gallery/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=14033&amp;g2_serialNumber=2" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://redslush.com/gallery/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=13940&amp;g2_serialNumber=2"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://redslush.com/gallery/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=13940&amp;g2_serialNumber=2" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://redslush.com/gallery/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=13958&amp;g2_serialNumber=2"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 400px;" src="http://redslush.com/gallery/main.php?g2_view=core.DownloadItem&amp;g2_itemId=13958&amp;g2_serialNumber=2" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Man know I have to get back on that Honda CM400. It may be a little hard after tasting something so big. Whoa, that sounded a little nasty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope you enjoyed it cause I know I did.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-7277637987862140677?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/7277637987862140677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=7277637987862140677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/7277637987862140677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/7277637987862140677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/05/itch-has-been-scratched.html' title='Itch has been scratched'/><author><name>Sir Robbie Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15030356116637052400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEN-3CnTITI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uNohYue4KRU/S220/l_9e997e0378fdb0961eb7f87b03f55e39.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEIXVynTINI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/p56CCf3hY88/s72-c/IMG_4389.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-1394741306095597690</id><published>2008-05-28T17:48:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:16.987-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Robbie Rob's Time Machine V</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SD4M_ynTILI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Xw_suOwr0jI/s1600-h/IMG_4218.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SD4M_ynTILI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Xw_suOwr0jI/s400/IMG_4218.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205612509344768178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's that time again for another ride on Sir Robbie Rob's Time Machine. In this posting we will go back to the day Sir Rob's wrote the mesmerizing story 'How did the Titanic sink'. Buckle up kids, it's going to be a wild ride. Woot!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;disclaimer: The following text is being re-produced here exactly as it was written. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;11/30/90    How Did the Titanic sink&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around 1896 mem started building a ship called the Titanic.They said it would never sink. But it did on April 14, 1912. But when they finish it all rich and famous people took the cruise to New York. It was bigger than all the buildings that we have today. When the ship was half way to New York they hit an ice berg. It took three to four hours to sink but some people got of the ship in time. The ship went down with a lot of people on it. It split in two halfs. It sank in the Atlantic Ocean on April 14,1912.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You get that fool? It sank in April 14, 1912. How many times do I have to tell you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That ends today's ride on Sir Robbie Rob's Time Machine. Come back next time to see young Robbie's story about Sting and Lex Luger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-1394741306095597690?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/1394741306095597690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=1394741306095597690' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/1394741306095597690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/1394741306095597690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/05/sir-robbie-robs-time-machine-v.html' title='Sir Robbie Rob&apos;s Time Machine V'/><author><name>Sir Robbie Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15030356116637052400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEN-3CnTITI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uNohYue4KRU/S220/l_9e997e0378fdb0961eb7f87b03f55e39.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SD4M_ynTILI/AAAAAAAAAFA/Xw_suOwr0jI/s72-c/IMG_4218.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-5799397235061695070</id><published>2008-05-28T16:23:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-06-01T00:13:48.794-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Something is missing from your life</title><content type='html'>Something IS missing from your life and I'm going to tell you what it is. I will have the answer for you right after this long &lt;s&gt;commercial&lt;/s&gt;bathroom break.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHH. The missing thing in your life is a really &lt;a href="http://www.bigassfans.com"&gt;BIG Ass Fan&lt;/a&gt;. Seriously. I happened across a website today called &lt;a href="http://www.bigassfans.com"&gt;BigAssFans.com&lt;/a&gt; today. They make those really big ass &lt;a href="http://www.bigassfans.com"&gt;Ceiling Fans&lt;/a&gt; you may have seen at the Curra's in North Austin. The first time I saw the fans there I was thinking about how to fit it into our house. Sadly, I would need to knock every wall in the house just to get that thing inside. Not to worry though. I will just need to design our next house AROUND this thing. It would be the talk of the town. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Man! Did you see that Big Ass Fan at Sir Rob's house?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Dude I know. That guy is so awesome"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If I had that thing I wouldn't need any other fans in the house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That's my random post of the day. How cool of a name for a website, BigAssFans.com.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-5799397235061695070?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/5799397235061695070/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=5799397235061695070' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/5799397235061695070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/5799397235061695070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/05/something-is-missing-from-your-life.html' title='Something is missing from your life'/><author><name>Sir Robbie Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15030356116637052400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEN-3CnTITI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uNohYue4KRU/S220/l_9e997e0378fdb0961eb7f87b03f55e39.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-5541247375058176967</id><published>2008-05-27T09:37:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:17.157-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Scratching the Itch</title><content type='html'>I have a problem (one of many) that I'm trying to get under control. The problem is, When I want something, whether it be a dirt bike or video game, I tend to get it right then and there. I have started putting more thought into whether I need something or not. But I always convince myself why I should buy the thing I don't really need. The latest example would be the recent CRF250R I bought. Since I got hurt last year the only thing I could think about was getting on a bike. Come this March, we got our Tax Refund and my work bonus. Hmm what to spend it on. Alev and I spent a week going back and forth about whether or not to send to a credit card or buy a bike. Initially, we got pretty set on sending it to a bill (the smart thing). A few days go by and we are 100% buying a dirt bike (not so smart). So we buy the dirt bike and I end up landing on my head and jacking up my neck. After that, I had realized that itch has been scratched and it was time to move one. Luckily, we got most of the money back from buying the bike and we made some smarter choices. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now I have a new itch, a Harley Davidson Sportster XL1200N. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SDwhwynTIKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mImvNBRWbSg/s1600-h/XL1200NSportster1200Nightster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SDwhwynTIKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mImvNBRWbSg/s400/XL1200NSportster1200Nightster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5205072391437492386" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After we got back from vacation my Honda CM400E was sitting in its own fluids. Since we are down to one vehicle I was like "I need a new bike!". I mentioned it to Alev and she said No. This started the normal Rob and Alev cycle, I started getting pissy and she started to feel bad about saying no. This was quickly moving into the direction of another bad choice. Thankfully, I have backed off the idea of buying the Harley. Mostly, because Alev and I have some plans we want to get moving on. We've already started taking those first steps and don't want to screw it up or delay it. Buying a new bike would delay the plans. So I came up with an idea about scratching the itch. I would try and find someone that rented out the bike. That way I could see how I liked it (for possible future purchase) and hoping it would calm down my desire to go out and spend money.  So this upcoming Saturday I have a date with a Nightster from 9am to 5pm. I can't wait. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully, this will scratch the itch. Now I just have to figure out how to scratch my new car itch. hmmmm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-5541247375058176967?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/5541247375058176967/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=5541247375058176967' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/5541247375058176967'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/5541247375058176967'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/05/scratching-itch.html' title='Scratching the Itch'/><author><name>Sir Robbie Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15030356116637052400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEN-3CnTITI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uNohYue4KRU/S220/l_9e997e0378fdb0961eb7f87b03f55e39.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SDwhwynTIKI/AAAAAAAAAEg/mImvNBRWbSg/s72-c/XL1200NSportster1200Nightster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-1698967759679455450</id><published>2008-05-20T13:45:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:18.884-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures from the Socially set</title><content type='html'>I haven't spent too much time on the blog talking about the short film I directed. It has come and gone so I won't talk about it now. I do want to share some pictures from the set. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enjoy.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SDMdVsw6twI/AAAAAAAAADE/p1z1imUdXYk/s1600-h/Socially+040.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SDMdVsw6twI/AAAAAAAAADE/p1z1imUdXYk/s400/Socially+040.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202534253173847810" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SDMdWMw6txI/AAAAAAAAADM/Z3ySYGzObuE/s1600-h/Socially+010.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SDMdWMw6txI/AAAAAAAAADM/Z3ySYGzObuE/s400/Socially+010.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202534261763782418" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SDMdWsw6tyI/AAAAAAAAADU/4rNrZApdLvw/s1600-h/Socially+019.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SDMdWsw6tyI/AAAAAAAAADU/4rNrZApdLvw/s400/Socially+019.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202534270353717026" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SDMdXcw6tzI/AAAAAAAAADc/YV6_mIYtORc/s1600-h/Socially+020.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SDMdXcw6tzI/AAAAAAAAADc/YV6_mIYtORc/s400/Socially+020.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202534283238618930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SDMcrsw6tvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/nYMRI_cWU3c/s1600-h/Socially+021.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SDMcrsw6tvI/AAAAAAAAAC8/nYMRI_cWU3c/s400/Socially+021.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202533531619342066" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-1698967759679455450?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/1698967759679455450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=1698967759679455450' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/1698967759679455450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/1698967759679455450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/05/pictures-from-socially-set.html' title='Pictures from the Socially set'/><author><name>Sir Robbie Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15030356116637052400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEN-3CnTITI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uNohYue4KRU/S220/l_9e997e0378fdb0961eb7f87b03f55e39.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SDMdVsw6twI/AAAAAAAAADE/p1z1imUdXYk/s72-c/Socially+040.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-1204142814508819348</id><published>2008-05-19T14:25:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:19.833-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Say Cheese!</title><content type='html'>I have a problem that I want to share with the readers of SRR.com. I'm doing this in hopes that someone else can read this and realize there are others out there like you. The problem I'm talking about is the inability to smile...on demand. Thousands of peoples lives are affected by this disorder.  Many have lost everything because of this.  I've suffered with this social disorder since I was a baby and all the way up till today. Don't believe that Sir Robs suffers from this problem? Well let me show you something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SCfyt8w6tlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/vEBwmd7Q_rc/s1600-h/Rob+School+Pic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SCfyt8w6tlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/vEBwmd7Q_rc/s400/Rob+School+Pic.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5199391166041863762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, I did have beautiful hair but that's not why we're here. My inability to smile when someone says cheese has cost me a lot. I've lost jobs, a family, and a mistress. They couldn't stand it that I was unable to put on a convincing smile. Here are some more examples of my battles.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SDHOncw6trI/AAAAAAAAACI/coAyJ0eN_TU/s1600-h/Rob+8th+Grade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SDHOncw6trI/AAAAAAAAACI/coAyJ0eN_TU/s400/Rob+8th+Grade.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202166221721220786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yes, that is a sweet ear ring. Again, that's not the point. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SDHPI8w6tsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/DZL7bQ_0pag/s1600-h/scan0012.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SDHPI8w6tsI/AAAAAAAAACQ/DZL7bQ_0pag/s400/scan0012.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5202166797246838466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Believe me now? I have lost everything because of this nasty disease. I'm here today to tell you that there is light at the end of the tunnel. I have kicked this problem and I'm ready to share with you how I beat this demon. Are you ready to be cured?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is what you need to do. Walk out your door and jump in your car. Drive your POS to the bad side of town. Once you are there you will start looking around for a dealer. They are easy to spot as they tend to stand around on corners with no real purpose. Go up to the gentleman and ask for a gram of his finest heroin. After he hooks you up, find a nearby park filled with homeless junkies. Borrow one of the nice junkies needles and shoot the heroin into your veins. If you're not sure about how to inject yourself just ask another junkie for help. If they don't stab you, you should be good to go. With the amount of heroin you are injecting, you will most likely overdose. If all goes according to plan, you will make it to the hospital in time for the doctors to save your life. If you live through this ordeal, you will find it hard not to smile all the damn time. This feeling should last about 6 months. Just in time for the HIV to show up in your blood tests (You really shouldn't have shared needles with someone. Didn't you pay attention in drug education class.). Now you will see life in a new light. Each day you wake up is a blessing and you won't be able to hold back your smile. You are now Cured!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You're Welcome.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-1204142814508819348?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/1204142814508819348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=1204142814508819348' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/1204142814508819348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/1204142814508819348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/05/say-cheese.html' title='Say Cheese!'/><author><name>Sir Robbie Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15030356116637052400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEN-3CnTITI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uNohYue4KRU/S220/l_9e997e0378fdb0961eb7f87b03f55e39.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SCfyt8w6tlI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/vEBwmd7Q_rc/s72-c/Rob+School+Pic.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-8749706180231637484</id><published>2008-05-16T07:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:20.055-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Robbie Rob's Time Machine IV</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SCwzhcw6tqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gAAev_XW5m4/s1600-h/IMG_4216.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SCwzhcw6tqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gAAev_XW5m4/s400/IMG_4216.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200588319456147106" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;11/5/90  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Why leaves change color in the&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A long time ago martians came to Earth and the zapped all the tress on the Earth. Then when fall came and all the leaf were red, green, yellow. But they fell off. And ever year it does the same thing.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sweet. You can see the imagination working overtime with this one. I was probably asked to write something about how leaves REALLY change color. Not having a clue or caring I came up with that.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-8749706180231637484?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/8749706180231637484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=8749706180231637484' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8749706180231637484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8749706180231637484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/05/sir-robbie-robs-time-machine-iv.html' title='Sir Robbie Rob&apos;s Time Machine IV'/><author><name>Sir Robbie Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15030356116637052400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEN-3CnTITI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uNohYue4KRU/S220/l_9e997e0378fdb0961eb7f87b03f55e39.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SCwzhcw6tqI/AAAAAAAAAA0/gAAev_XW5m4/s72-c/IMG_4216.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-8619866795016276476</id><published>2008-05-15T08:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:20.207-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Robbie Rob's Time Machine III</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SCuQGsw6tpI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TJZmUkjW9lE/s1600-h/IMG_4214.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SCuQGsw6tpI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TJZmUkjW9lE/s400/IMG_4214.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200408639499318930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This one makes me cringe a little. It was my attempt at an action type story. I failed miserably as you will see. I had no idea how to put together a story. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;11/2/90   &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;Super Force&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One morning I had to get up and go to work. I am a astronaut in the Future. One day someone called me and said my brother was dead. So I went to the police station. Then I filled out a work form to be a cop and to find the person who killed my brother. Then I met a person that made me a suit. It was a suit that had mechanic stuff to help people. A year later at 12:00 midnight someone robbed a store. The guy was the person who killed my brother. But he got want he want he ask for. So I stayed a cop. I like it. And it was over.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA nice. This has Gleaming the Cube mixed with some cheesy TV show all over it. And it was over.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-8619866795016276476?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/8619866795016276476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=8619866795016276476' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8619866795016276476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8619866795016276476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/05/sir-robbie-robs-time-machine-iii.html' title='Sir Robbie Rob&apos;s Time Machine III'/><author><name>Sir Robbie Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15030356116637052400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEN-3CnTITI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uNohYue4KRU/S220/l_9e997e0378fdb0961eb7f87b03f55e39.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SCuQGsw6tpI/AAAAAAAAAAs/TJZmUkjW9lE/s72-c/IMG_4214.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-3425681122309727261</id><published>2008-05-14T20:00:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:20.469-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Robbie Rob's Time Machine II</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SCuOj8w6tnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UGmLMYR5xAg/s1600-h/IMG_4213.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SCuOj8w6tnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UGmLMYR5xAg/s400/IMG_4213.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200406942987236978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight's entry is called "The Night Sky". I've tried to remember what this was for but can't recall anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;10/29/90  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;The Night Sky&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is midnight with the sky dark and spooky and the moon is bright. I here a wolf and its on Halloween night.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The sky is so black by the minute. The clouds have hiden the moon. Skies look like a graveyard at night with no lights.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm. I still have no clue.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-3425681122309727261?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/3425681122309727261/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=3425681122309727261' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/3425681122309727261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/3425681122309727261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/05/sir-robbie-robs-time-machine-ii.html' title='Sir Robbie Rob&apos;s Time Machine II'/><author><name>Sir Robbie Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15030356116637052400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEN-3CnTITI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uNohYue4KRU/S220/l_9e997e0378fdb0961eb7f87b03f55e39.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SCuOj8w6tnI/AAAAAAAAAAg/UGmLMYR5xAg/s72-c/IMG_4213.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-5529826140560312325</id><published>2008-05-14T15:12:00.012-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:20.807-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Sir Robbie Rob's Time Machine I</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SCtrGsw6tmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2pJMNl0hMtc/s1600-h/IMG_4186.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SCtrGsw6tmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2pJMNl0hMtc/s400/IMG_4186.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5200367957569091170" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My mom recently came across this old notebook of my writings. All of the stories inside were written some time between 1990 and 1991. Going through the writings now you can tell what things interested me at the time. One story was called Rad Racing, which was during my obsession with the RAD movie. Another one was called Super Force, the inspiration was all the Jean Claude Van Damme movies I watched constantly. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The book itself is looking pretty rough so I thought I would start posting the stories here. The will be posted exactly like they were written, not changing anything. I will call this series of posts Sir Robbie Rob's Time Machine. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing I noticed after reading the stories, my handwriting was better at 11 years old than it is now. Snap! The first page looks like something I wrote after the first day of school. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;9-13-90  &lt;span style="font-weight:bold;"&gt;My first day of school...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One day I had to go to school it was the first day of prison. I couldn't eat a thing because I was nervous so much. I had to go didn't I so I did. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-5529826140560312325?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/5529826140560312325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=5529826140560312325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/5529826140560312325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/5529826140560312325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/05/sir-robbie-robs-time-machine.html' title='Sir Robbie Rob&apos;s Time Machine I'/><author><name>Sir Robbie Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15030356116637052400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEN-3CnTITI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uNohYue4KRU/S220/l_9e997e0378fdb0961eb7f87b03f55e39.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SCtrGsw6tmI/AAAAAAAAAAY/2pJMNl0hMtc/s72-c/IMG_4186.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-5293566699431931255</id><published>2008-05-12T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-12T16:43:51.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Check it out!</title><content type='html'>Socially is playing on channelAustin today at 2:40pm. So if you're in Austin and have Time Warner cable check out channel 11 at 2:40pm and watch the magic.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-5293566699431931255?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/5293566699431931255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=5293566699431931255' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/5293566699431931255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/5293566699431931255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/05/check-it-out.html' title='Check it out!'/><author><name>Sir Robbie Rob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15030356116637052400</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_bZJ--OUMFHA/SEN-3CnTITI/AAAAAAAAAGA/uNohYue4KRU/S220/l_9e997e0378fdb0961eb7f87b03f55e39.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-7857125012104267004</id><published>2008-05-06T20:53:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-05-06T20:58:39.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gone Fishing</title><content type='html'>I haven't been doing any new blogs as I'm currently visiting the parents. We arrived in Virginia on May 2nd and left for Savannah, Georgia the following day. We spent a couple days there and hit up Charleston, South Carolina where I sit writing this. Tomorrow we will head out to Myrtle Beach for a few days of doing nothing, then back to Virginia. When I get a second I will post some pictures and spend some time on blogging.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-7857125012104267004?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/7857125012104267004/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=7857125012104267004' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/7857125012104267004'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/7857125012104267004'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/05/gone-fishing.html' title='Gone Fishing'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-976221944074987816</id><published>2008-04-30T22:44:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T22:48:17.711-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What What (In the butt)</title><content type='html'>Check out this clip of Butters from South Park. Freaking Hilarious!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://media.mtvnservices.com/mgid:cms:item:southparkstudios.com:165193:" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="window" width="425" height="355" allowFullscreen="true" scriptAccess="always"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best part is Butters holding the rose. Funny stuff. Check out the original one from Samwell. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/fbGkxcY7YFU&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/fbGkxcY7YFU&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-976221944074987816?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/976221944074987816/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=976221944074987816' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/976221944074987816'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/976221944074987816'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/04/what-what-in-butt.html' title='What What (In the butt)'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-52446424842621865</id><published>2008-04-30T19:15:00.016-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:21.148-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Rewarding Yourself</title><content type='html'>Have you ever reached a goal and rewarded yourself with something. Maybe a new dress, cock ring, or whatever your thing is. Well I reached a goal today. I've lost the 20 pounds I put on since last May. So how did I reward myself you may be asking? I didn't buy a new shiny cock ring. Instead I went for what I've held back doing the past couple months. I went to Taco Cabana and ordered a large drink, large quesadilla, chips, and queso. I had everything I need to get down and dirty. Bow chicka wah wah.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBkTuYSYAoI/AAAAAAAAASc/I5lLyEL6TQ0/s1600-h/IMG_3584.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBkTuYSYAoI/AAAAAAAAASc/I5lLyEL6TQ0/s400/IMG_3584.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195205332663009922" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before we got down to business I had to get a little foreplay going on.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="320" height="266" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-c7f93d069a3706d2" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc7f93d069a3706d2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330050222%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29BC1E248D877BE0C3ADE6BF00A423553F494F2E.93622CA838759C4F78B07043AB3D4EA3035CAAC%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc7f93d069a3706d2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEJ5cjn3VENQ8ZMatvk0LeivNtHQ&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="320" height="266" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v21.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3Dc7f93d069a3706d2%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1330050222%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D29BC1E248D877BE0C3ADE6BF00A423553F494F2E.93622CA838759C4F78B07043AB3D4EA3035CAAC%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3Dc7f93d069a3706d2%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3DEJ5cjn3VENQ8ZMatvk0LeivNtHQ&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Then things got a little strange and messy. I can't post the picture because it wouldn't be work safe. So I decided to make a MS paint picture to re-enact it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBkpbISYAqI/AAAAAAAAASs/LWDHspxtyNY/s1600-h/untitled.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBkpbISYAqI/AAAAAAAAASs/LWDHspxtyNY/s400/untitled.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195229191206339234" border="0"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The aftermath was not pretty. I think I got something from the quesadilla as I was blowing up the toilet shortly after. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ahhh feels good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-52446424842621865?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=c7f93d069a3706d2&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/52446424842621865/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=52446424842621865' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/52446424842621865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/52446424842621865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/04/rewarding-yourself.html' title='Rewarding Yourself'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBkTuYSYAoI/AAAAAAAAASc/I5lLyEL6TQ0/s72-c/IMG_3584.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-4108141177604979349</id><published>2008-04-30T18:58:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:21.491-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Ring My Bell</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBkH6YSYAnI/AAAAAAAAASU/f0ea8HoYLTM/s1600-h/IMG_3580.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBkH6YSYAnI/AAAAAAAAASU/f0ea8HoYLTM/s400/IMG_3580.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5195192344681906802" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is the damage to my HJC mx helmet from the head first fall I had. What you can't see in the picture is a crack. Sadly, the helmet is trashed. Guess it doesn't really matter as I don't plan on riding anytime soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-4108141177604979349?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/4108141177604979349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=4108141177604979349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/4108141177604979349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/4108141177604979349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/04/ring-my-bell.html' title='Ring My Bell'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBkH6YSYAnI/AAAAAAAAASU/f0ea8HoYLTM/s72-c/IMG_3580.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-4298075260402591931</id><published>2008-04-29T15:57:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:23.036-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Most Randumb stuff</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBeMRYSYAmI/AAAAAAAAASM/xvqjUfGJ9BE/s1600-h/nazichick.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBeMRYSYAmI/AAAAAAAAASM/xvqjUfGJ9BE/s400/nazichick.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194774925400343138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBeMKoSYAlI/AAAAAAAAASE/c1mwFlL5rLY/s1600-h/justkiddingnocandy.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBeMKoSYAlI/AAAAAAAAASE/c1mwFlL5rLY/s400/justkiddingnocandy.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194774809436226130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBeMHoSYAkI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ujJxuNg-XdY/s1600-h/doomprotip.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBeMHoSYAkI/AAAAAAAAAR8/ujJxuNg-XdY/s400/doomprotip.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194774757896618562" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBeMEISYAjI/AAAAAAAAAR0/5pOtkMH0lmk/s1600-h/Destroy_The_Computer.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBeMEISYAjI/AAAAAAAAAR0/5pOtkMH0lmk/s400/Destroy_The_Computer.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194774697767076402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBeMAoSYAiI/AAAAAAAAARs/5TSwQ1ObJM0/s1600-h/deliciousmeat.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBeMAoSYAiI/AAAAAAAAARs/5TSwQ1ObJM0/s400/deliciousmeat.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194774637637534242" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBeL9ISYAhI/AAAAAAAAARk/PZbsT43OkeI/s1600-h/dehydratedwater.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBeL9ISYAhI/AAAAAAAAARk/PZbsT43OkeI/s400/dehydratedwater.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194774577507992082" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBeL54SYAgI/AAAAAAAAARc/O1tEBDgSXsI/s1600-h/brucelees.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBeL54SYAgI/AAAAAAAAARc/O1tEBDgSXsI/s400/brucelees.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194774521673417218" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBeL2ISYAfI/AAAAAAAAARU/YtrOFqrnBog/s1600-h/buyinprivate_1959_48378877.jpeg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBeL2ISYAfI/AAAAAAAAARU/YtrOFqrnBog/s400/buyinprivate_1959_48378877.jpeg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194774457248907762" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can you tell how much work I have got done today?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-4298075260402591931?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/4298075260402591931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=4298075260402591931' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/4298075260402591931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/4298075260402591931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/04/most-randumb-stuff.html' title='Most Randumb stuff'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBeMRYSYAmI/AAAAAAAAASM/xvqjUfGJ9BE/s72-c/nazichick.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-820253426826550981</id><published>2008-04-29T12:13:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-30T14:29:30.755-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's It Gonna Be?</title><content type='html'>If you haven't guessed by now, I spend a lot of time on YouTube and Funnyordie.com. I can't get enough of these sites and finding hilarious stuff people come up with. I want to share something with you I came across a few months back. I find myself going back to it every now and then just to chuckle. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This video features Dr. Ken who played the hilarious Asian doctor in Knocked Up. If you haven't seen his outtake from the movie you're missing out on the best part of the movie. Anyway, Dr. Ken teamed up with Mike O'Connell to make this awesome music video. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="464" height="388" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf?6045" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=9aa9642448" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed width="425" height="355" flashvars="key=9aa9642448" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf?6045" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/9aa9642448"&gt;What's It Gonna Be?&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/"&gt;FunnyOrDie.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just so you don't miss out on more Dr. Ken awesomeness here is the outtake from Knocked up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="464" height="388" classid="clsid:d27cdb6e-ae6d-11cf-96b8-444553540000"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf?6045" /&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="key=c02c235fdf" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true" /&gt;&lt;embed width="425" height="355" flashvars="key=c02c235fdf" allowfullscreen="true" quality="high" src="http://www2.funnyordie.com/public/flash/fodplayer.swf?6045" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;noscript&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/videos/c02c235fdf"&gt;KNOCKED UP - Kuni Gone Wild outtake&lt;/a&gt; on &lt;a href="http://www.funnyordie.com/"&gt;FunnyOrDie.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/noscript&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-820253426826550981?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/820253426826550981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=820253426826550981' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/820253426826550981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/820253426826550981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/04/whats-it-gonna-be.html' title='What&apos;s It Gonna Be?'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-8409102166015995925</id><published>2008-04-29T11:11:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-29T11:34:34.471-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grunge</title><content type='html'>I never got into the "grunge" music of the early 90's. I was in my transition from Milli Vanilli to Metal. So I devoted all my time to Metallica and Pantera. Anything outside of metal was absolute crap. I refused to listen to the Nirvanas and the Alice in Chains of the world. I told myself "It's just trendy BS for the masses and it would soon go away". Even today I tend to fight the trendy stuff, I just have a harder time trying to do it. I like the Justin Timberlakes and Timbalands out there. I just have to draw the line on Fergie and any American Idolist. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In the past couple of years I have been on the search for good music. I'm finding the stuff I listen to gets kind of old...real quick. So I have reached all the back to the 60's, 70's, and 90's (I didn't even mention the 80's. I love any music that has a keytar). When I got to the 90's I gave Pearl Jam and Alice in Chains a listen. Wow! I totally missed out on this great music. Alice in Chains completely blows me away, even more so after reading about Layne Stanley. I really dig this version of Nutshell from their Unplugged session. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/3q0TRS720Xg&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/3q0TRS720Xg&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So I wonder, in 10-15 years will I be looking back really digging on Fergie and her humps? I seriously hope not.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is there any new band/performer out today that will stand the test of time? I can't think of any. But I'm wrong 79% of the time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Btw, I still think Nirvana is the most overrated band out there. Same goes for Soundgarden.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-8409102166015995925?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/8409102166015995925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=8409102166015995925' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8409102166015995925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8409102166015995925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/04/grunge.html' title='Grunge'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-9129021195648241834</id><published>2008-04-28T22:17:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-28T22:22:24.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Can't Rain Everyday</title><content type='html'>I was listening to a bunch of songs trying to find something for an idea I have. I came across this P.O.D. song called 'It Can't Rain Everyday'. I was blown away because they don't say the band name or mention Zion in the song. Aside from that, the song is actually pretty good. It also fits with the idea I'm running with right now. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check out the song. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/M1wfCuSmzMQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/M1wfCuSmzMQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;This little one tries as hard as she can&lt;br /&gt;Do anything just so she could fit in&lt;br /&gt;She wants a friend so bad she'll do whatever they tell her&lt;br /&gt;To make them smile she would misbehave&lt;br /&gt;But all the while they would laugh in her face&lt;br /&gt;She begins to cry because she thought that they liked her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though you feel all alone&lt;br /&gt;It can't rain everyday&lt;br /&gt;It don't rain forever&lt;br /&gt;Your sunshine may be gone but i know&lt;br /&gt;It can't rain everyday&lt;br /&gt;It don't rain forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He works hard everyday of his life&lt;br /&gt;For his son on the way and his beautiful wife&lt;br /&gt;But today he got a call from his job they got something to tell him.&lt;br /&gt;They laid him off now he's out on the streets&lt;br /&gt;He's got to do what it takes so his family can eat&lt;br /&gt;He can't even look at his wife because he feels like he failed them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reign down! reign down! reign down! so let it reign down!&lt;br /&gt;Reign down! reign down! reign down on me now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A young lady's been lost for awhile&lt;br /&gt;But that's ok now she's having a child&lt;br /&gt;She finally got what she wants. she's got someone who loves her&lt;br /&gt;But this morning she woke up in pain.&lt;br /&gt;Nobody had to tell her because she knew right away&lt;br /&gt;So she started to cry because she won't be a mother.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[chorus]&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Reign down! reign down! reign down! reign down on me!&lt;br /&gt;Reign down! reign down! reign down!&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lyrics are pretty simple and the music isn't complicated. But it pretty much kicks ass. Good Stuff.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-9129021195648241834?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/9129021195648241834/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=9129021195648241834' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/9129021195648241834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/9129021195648241834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/04/it-cant-rain-everyday.html' title='It Can&apos;t Rain Everyday'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-2206847974366589687</id><published>2008-04-28T14:46:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:23.525-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Pictures of my 1981 Honda CM400E</title><content type='html'>Here are some pictures I took of the bike. I wanted to have something to look back to after I start hacking away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBYq14SYAeI/AAAAAAAAARM/mSIl_MXGZ0U/s1600-h/IMG_3566.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBYq14SYAeI/AAAAAAAAARM/mSIl_MXGZ0U/s400/IMG_3566.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194386325349335522" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBYp9YSYAdI/AAAAAAAAARE/1829SpJVEsY/s1600-h/IMG_3567.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBYp9YSYAdI/AAAAAAAAARE/1829SpJVEsY/s400/IMG_3567.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194385354686726610" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBYp6YSYAcI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/-B6zlRm0yFQ/s1600-h/IMG_3565.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBYp6YSYAcI/AAAAAAAAAQ8/-B6zlRm0yFQ/s400/IMG_3565.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194385303147119042" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-2206847974366589687?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/2206847974366589687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=2206847974366589687' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/2206847974366589687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/2206847974366589687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/04/pictures-of-my-1981-honda-cm400e.html' title='Pictures of my 1981 Honda CM400E'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBYq14SYAeI/AAAAAAAAARM/mSIl_MXGZ0U/s72-c/IMG_3566.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-3571068000635181891</id><published>2008-04-28T14:35:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:24.597-06:00</updated><title type='text'>CM400 Build</title><content type='html'>I've been tearing up the interweb looking for what other people are doing with the Honda CM400s. There isn't a ton of stuff that I'm finding. The ones I do find are pretty freakin' sweet.  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Check some of them out. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBYogYSYAbI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/AOOsYDd3Da8/s1600-h/cb.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBYogYSYAbI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/AOOsYDd3Da8/s400/cb.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194383756958892466" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBYoM4SYAaI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7t2sWEpNydI/s1600-h/DSCN2686.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBYoM4SYAaI/AAAAAAAAAQs/7t2sWEpNydI/s400/DSCN2686.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194383421951443362" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBYoCYSYAZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/yUGgNiva2cU/s1600-h/chopper023.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBYoCYSYAZI/AAAAAAAAAQk/yUGgNiva2cU/s400/chopper023.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194383241562816914" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBYnkoSYAYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/TyTpd74N298/s1600-h/Paukutin_sivulta.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBYnkoSYAYI/AAAAAAAAAQc/TyTpd74N298/s400/Paukutin_sivulta.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5194382730461708674" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some really great looking bikes. My brain is working overtime coming up with ideas.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-3571068000635181891?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/3571068000635181891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=3571068000635181891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/3571068000635181891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/3571068000635181891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/04/cm400-build.html' title='CM400 Build'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SBYogYSYAbI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/AOOsYDd3Da8/s72-c/cb.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-1204085441903941307</id><published>2008-04-27T14:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-27T14:57:45.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hitting the big time</title><content type='html'>Our short film Socially premiered yesterday at the Dobie theater. It was a pretty fun experience screening the movie on a big screen. The film was the third of fourth from the last film. Afterwards, All of the directors got up for a Q&amp;A. That was pretty awesome. I just wish there were more questions. Because of the requests from people I went ahead and put the film on YouTube. Andrea wants to adjust some things before putting on YouTube so it looks better. No matter what you do the quality on YouTube is crap. So I went ahead and put the final product up and it looks pretty good. So without further ado, I present Socially.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/rvsO2qggi3o&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/rvsO2qggi3o&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We may also do a screening over our house for our friends. But it would be after we get back from Virginia. Let me know what you think.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-1204085441903941307?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/1204085441903941307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=1204085441903941307' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/1204085441903941307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/1204085441903941307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/04/hitting-big-time.html' title='Hitting the big time'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-6877870129995345201</id><published>2008-04-24T23:04:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T06:59:53.679-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye to my love</title><content type='html'>I've been so busy researching stuff for my Honda CM400E that I forgot to post about the CRF250R. The bike got sold last Friday. The first person to come look at it took it home. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since I decided I wouldn't be riding for a good long while, I thought I should get rid of the temptation. Much like a recovering alcoholic might throw out all the liquor in their house. I had to get rid of the thing that would be the death of me. So far so good. I haven't had a craving or anything. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi! My name is Rob and I'm addicted to dirt bikes. I have been sober for 12 days and still going strong. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye to my beautiful Honda CRF250R. We only had a short time with each other. But it was magical...when you weren't trying to kill me.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-6877870129995345201?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/6877870129995345201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=6877870129995345201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/6877870129995345201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/6877870129995345201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/04/goodbye-to-my-love.html' title='Goodbye to my love'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-8934618436613908002</id><published>2008-04-23T14:15:00.010-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:25.367-06:00</updated><title type='text'>1981 Honda CM400E</title><content type='html'>I don't think I've ever blogged about this. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last September I bought a 1981 Honda CM400E to act as my beginner street motorcycle. I bought the bike on the cheap(which means it's not in the best running condition) and quickly sent it off to a shop to rebuild the carbs. Since I got the bike back in October it has been an awesome ride. The only problems I have with it are that it's ugly and I've outgrown the power. In January I started thinking about restoring or doing some custom stuff tot he bike. I was looking around on YouTube to see what other CM400 owners might be doing. In my search I came across this sweet looking thing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/2iEwT6d0YO0&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/2iEwT6d0YO0&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I immediately messaged the guy and asked him a ton of questions. After a few back and forths he sent me a breakdown of his build and some more pictures. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;blockquote&gt;Rob,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Basically i started off with a $250 dollar 81 CM400 and started goofing around with it as a joke. It obviously turned alittle more serious as parts started to actually look cool. What you see is still pretty close to a stock frame, tank, tires, and engine. The tank is the stock tank, i just molded the outside with bondo to make it look custom, then painted it with high gloss rust oleum (waxed it like 30 times, it looks like real automotive paint now). The frame was cut right behind the shocks, then the shocks were removed and replaced with 10 inch peices of steal makeing it a hard tail. I cut the stock rear fender and tucked it farther in the frame, and removed the front all together. Got the solo seat off ebay for 25 bucks, its got 3 inch springs that level it pretty well. The bars are Z-bars off a triumph, but can be purchased at www.jcwhitney.com for cheap and look great on these bikes. All the stock cabes matched right up with the higher bars. The exhaust is just 2 shorty pipes from jcwhitney and i have them wraped with black header tape for a v-8 muscle car (nice old school look). As for the electrical, i took the iginition and rewired it to be down by the carbs where modern bikes have it, and took the whole spedo and tack assembly off. I replaced the spedo with a small one from jcwhitney for about 40 bucks. The headlight is stock, but i got new brackets again from jcwhitney for 10 bucks that look much better. I made the rear plate holder with 2 pieces of steal and a license plate frame, then hooked up the maltese light. Also replaced the signals with vintage looking marker lights, not bad looking for 7 dollars a piece. I tried to keep it cheap, but looking good. It gets lots of looks and total price in parts is about $250 making it a $500 dollar bike! Anyway, these 400s are great bikes and they run forever if they are well taken care of. I have 18,000 miles and it runs strong. Here is the list again in short of what i did.&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    * Chopped rear frame&lt;br /&gt;    * Cut rear fender&lt;br /&gt;    * Solo Seat w/3 inch Springs&lt;br /&gt;    * Hard-tail Struts&lt;br /&gt;    * Smaller Speedometer (no tach)&lt;br /&gt;    * Re-routed ignition from handle-bars to the side (more modern)&lt;br /&gt;    * 12’ shorty exhaust pipes&lt;br /&gt;    * Wrapped Header pipes&lt;br /&gt;    * Side Mount License plate with Maltese cross taillight&lt;br /&gt;    * 4 vintage style turn signals&lt;br /&gt;    * 10” Z-style handle bars&lt;br /&gt;    * Maltese Side Mirror&lt;br /&gt;    * Stock gas tank, molded to look more custom&lt;br /&gt;    * Red Under-body lights&lt;br /&gt;    * New Grips&lt;br /&gt;    * New pegs&lt;br /&gt;    * New rear tire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good luck with your build, and again if you have any ?s i can try to help. Ive attached some pictures, hopefully they can help give you some ideas. Also Id like to see pics when you are done, its always cool to see what other people do with vintage bikes.&lt;/blockquote&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SA-T_4SYAXI/AAAAAAAAAQU/PqybjKnnlfU/s1600-h/bobber+side+rear.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SA-T_4SYAXI/AAAAAAAAAQU/PqybjKnnlfU/s400/bobber+side+rear.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192531621031969138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SA-T7ISYAWI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4bM4TSe5Mjw/s1600-h/bobber+rear+1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SA-T7ISYAWI/AAAAAAAAAQM/4bM4TSe5Mjw/s400/bobber+rear+1.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192531539427590498" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SA-T1ISYAVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/uSUmEP23q1k/s1600-h/bobber+front.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SA-T1ISYAVI/AAAAAAAAAQE/uSUmEP23q1k/s400/bobber+front.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192531436348375378" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SA-Tk4SYAUI/AAAAAAAAAP8/jifp9yK6Aow/s1600-h/bobber+005.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SA-Tk4SYAUI/AAAAAAAAAP8/jifp9yK6Aow/s400/bobber+005.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192531157175501122" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SA-TPoSYATI/AAAAAAAAAP0/MicHa1dk2fw/s1600-h/bobber+004.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SA-TPoSYATI/AAAAAAAAAP0/MicHa1dk2fw/s400/bobber+004.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5192530792103280946" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The thing looks so sweet. I will be definitely using it for inspiration. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I plan on doing something with my CM400 but not entirely sure. I'm going to start putting more thought into it and should have some ideas soon.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-8934618436613908002?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/8934618436613908002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=8934618436613908002' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8934618436613908002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8934618436613908002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/04/1981-honda-cm400e.html' title='1981 Honda CM400E'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/SA-T_4SYAXI/AAAAAAAAAQU/PqybjKnnlfU/s72-c/bobber+side+rear.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-4909788762190561118</id><published>2008-04-23T12:48:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-23T12:54:19.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pansy Alert</title><content type='html'>I've been meaning to blog a lot more. I even had some things I wanted to blog about. Then the the moment passes and I'm like ugh...nevermind. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Almost two weeks after my head first dive into the dirt, my neck is still killing me. By the end of most days, my head feels like it weighs 50 pounds and the shoulders are killing me. I have a doctor's appointment tomorrow to get my vagina checked out so I think I will mention the neck issues. I want to make sure nothing is fractured or damaged. If I don't catch it now then I may turn my head to say what's up and next thing I go limp. HA! I said limp. Anyway. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-4909788762190561118?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/4909788762190561118/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=4909788762190561118' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/4909788762190561118'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/4909788762190561118'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/04/pansy-alert.html' title='Pansy Alert'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-5420098355772557553</id><published>2008-04-15T15:03:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-15T15:48:46.744-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hanging up the boots</title><content type='html'>I'm officially calling it quits with riding dirt bikes. When I re-injured my leg last July I was quick to say "I won't ever ride again". But that was more out of frustration than anything else. This time around I don't have the frustration of a injury. I also have spent a few days thinking and talking about it with people. The risk just isn't worth it for me anymore. I will move on to some other things I want to try out. Hopefully, I will be able to find something else I enjoyed as much as motocross. I know I'm going to miss it. At times I will probably even consider riding again. But I hope people will remind me of what I'm saying now. The decision is made and it's official (cause it's on my blog. That means it's official).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I invite my friends and family to help me out with finding a new hobby. Or even getting deeper involved with other current hobbies. So if you're into extreme knitting, feel free to invite me to try. I'm open for anything right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-5420098355772557553?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/5420098355772557553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=5420098355772557553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/5420098355772557553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/5420098355772557553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/04/hanging-up-boots.html' title='Hanging up the boots'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-4741983653513868506</id><published>2008-04-13T00:36:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-13T00:40:38.061-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just an example</title><content type='html'>Here is a little example of what happened today. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/PCTwV09_4tQ&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/PCTwV09_4tQ&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Not feeling to bad right now.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-4741983653513868506?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/4741983653513868506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=4741983653513868506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/4741983653513868506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/4741983653513868506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/04/just-example.html' title='Just an example'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-2380921615086129088</id><published>2008-04-12T17:10:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-12T17:24:25.115-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Confidence? I'll have some of that please.</title><content type='html'>Today marked the third time that I have gone out riding my dirt bike. I'm WAS slowly gaining confidence again. Unfortunately, I had a small setback today. After going around Cross Creek's national track for two laps I had the gnarliest crash I think I've been in. Coming out of a turn I hit the throttle and the front end popped to the left.   It dug into the dirt and the backend came around causing me to high side. It's like getting bucked off a bull. I hit the ground head first and rolled in some fashion. I don't really recall how I landed. But my head went all the way back, followed by my shoulder taking the rest of it. I ended the roll on all fours. Right now, I have a line across the back of my head where the helmet dug into my skin. That is how far back it went. The first thing I did was make sure I could move all my limbs. Then I concentrated on if there was any pain coming from the knee. None. After going back to the truck I kept checking I had feeling in my limbs. I'm freaking paranoid about breaking my neck. Anyway after resting for a long while I went back out riding. Strangely enough, I didn't think about my knee at all for the first time. But that was because I was worried about my neck. :) I'm pretty damn sore right now. Hopefully next time out I will have a flawless day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I need to get me one of those Leatt Braces. fo sho.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-2380921615086129088?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/2380921615086129088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=2380921615086129088' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/2380921615086129088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/2380921615086129088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/04/confidence-ill-have-some-of-that-please.html' title='Confidence? I&apos;ll have some of that please.'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-8637878538499465099</id><published>2008-04-11T11:54:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T16:53:04.299-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Awesome</title><content type='html'>How cool is this?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/04/10/girl.fights/index.html"&gt;http://www.cnn.com/2008/CRIME/04/10/girl.fights/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It would be perfect if that happened. If it doesn't happen I say we invite them to a video taping of Oprah. Then after they come through the door we get the entire studio audience to kick the shit out of them. Anyone in?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-8637878538499465099?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/8637878538499465099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=8637878538499465099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8637878538499465099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8637878538499465099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/04/awesome.html' title='Awesome'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-6570100952722930332</id><published>2008-04-09T21:44:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T10:15:15.514-05:00</updated><title type='text'>sigh...ugh...</title><content type='html'>Fair warning. This may be a long confusing post.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Today was going to be an awesome day. I had a really good idea for a new script I want to write. My brain was working overtime coming up with ideas. I get to work pumped and ready to jot down these ideas. I opened my wordpad and inserted a '-' and that's all that got done. Not because I lost my train of thought. It was because a customer needed something (god forbid). Then all of a sudden all my customers needed attention right there and then. So I was on the phone from 8 in the morning to 5. I haven't been on the phone that much since I started Tivoli, 8 years ago. On top of that I ended my work day meeting with a member of my team to discuss some things. It had to due with various little things that needed to be said. But all in all it was not the day I wanted. I left the office at 6 and all of my creative juices were gone. damn job...err wait I didn't say that. Another nice little gem about job stuff came out today. Awesome Day!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;About 30 minutes ago, Alev was like "Did you hear about those girls who lured another girl into a house. Then beat the shit out of her and videotaped it." All because they wanted to create a viral video. Check the link: &lt;a href="http://www.wftv.com/video/15817645/index.html"&gt;http://www.wftv.com/video/15817645/index.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More details here: &lt;a href="http://www.wftv.com/news/15817394/detail.html#"&gt;http://www.wftv.com/news/15817394/detail.html#&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Makes me ill. There have been a few events of late that really make me question things. One day I hope to have some kids. But I wonder what it's going to be like when they're teenagers. Are they going have to worry about being invited over to someones house in fear of what's behind the door. Or worry about some weak minded kid coming into school with a gun and spraying it. I'm not that old but I can definitely see a difference in when I was kid and the ones today. The majority of kids today are just a bunch of weak minded assholes. I could offer my thoughts on why that is but that is a whole other topic. I just hope when I have a kid they grow up to be a good person. That's all. I don't care if you don't go to college or they get pregnant as a teenager. Just be a good person and treat people with respect. We're currently in short supply of them. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So like I started, sigh...ugh... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That sums up my day. So I don't leave things off on a depressing note, check out this video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/5PsnxDQvQpw&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/5PsnxDQvQpw&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"If you wanna mess with me, I think you probably can, because I’m not confident and I’m weak for a man"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-6570100952722930332?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/6570100952722930332/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=6570100952722930332' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/6570100952722930332'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/6570100952722930332'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/04/sighugh.html' title='sigh...ugh...'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-7249829152250838623</id><published>2008-04-09T08:49:00.004-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-10T21:16:23.357-05:00</updated><title type='text'>R.I.P. Brother</title><content type='html'>It's with a heavy heart that I tell you this. The Porn Bush passed away on the morning of April 07, 2008. The day started off like any other - still high from the previous nights happenings, cleaning the vomit out of his hair. He stumbled to the bathroom and slipped on a towel. It was during this fall that he hit his head on the toilet and then onto the electric razor. *sniff* *tear* He lived a short life but I don't think we can say he left anything undone. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R.I.P. Brother. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll see you soon...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next time I get too lazy to shave. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Peace.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-7249829152250838623?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/7249829152250838623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=7249829152250838623' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/7249829152250838623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/7249829152250838623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/04/rip-brother.html' title='R.I.P. Brother'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-8381638730025096152</id><published>2008-04-06T16:43:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-04-06T16:44:47.001-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Candy Mountain</title><content type='html'>Ben sent me a link to a YouTube video called 'Candy Mountain'. I watched it and it's internet gold! Check it out.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/JPONTneuaF4&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/JPONTneuaF4&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-8381638730025096152?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/8381638730025096152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=8381638730025096152' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8381638730025096152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8381638730025096152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/04/candy-mountain.html' title='Candy Mountain'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-3966368031339057726</id><published>2008-04-03T21:20:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:26.790-06:00</updated><title type='text'>I couldn't help myself</title><content type='html'>One more for the Porn Bush fans out there. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R_WQvo-R58I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/HUPTqIgW2Pw/s1600-h/IMG_3524.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R_WQvo-R58I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/HUPTqIgW2Pw/s400/IMG_3524.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185209694113884098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-3966368031339057726?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/3966368031339057726/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=3966368031339057726' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/3966368031339057726'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/3966368031339057726'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-couldnt-help-myself.html' title='I couldn&apos;t help myself'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R_WQvo-R58I/AAAAAAAAAPQ/HUPTqIgW2Pw/s72-c/IMG_3524.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-5457091975966378350</id><published>2008-04-03T20:07:00.008-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:28.578-06:00</updated><title type='text'>"That thing looks like a 70's porn bush"</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R_WA6Y-R53I/AAAAAAAAAOo/8BAGXSiJEkY/s1600-h/IMG_3520.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R_WA6Y-R53I/AAAAAAAAAOo/8BAGXSiJEkY/s400/IMG_3520.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185192286611433330" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"That thing looks like a 70's porn bush"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That is how someone at work described my chin pubes. It just so happens I watched a clip of 70's porn on uselessjunk.com this week. I would have to agree, it does look like a untrimmed bush. I'm slow to trim it because I always screw it up. Instead of trimming it, I'm going to let it grow and see what happens. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It also kind of reminds of the trolls that were popular in the 90's.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R_WBPo-R54I/AAAAAAAAAOw/kZUSR83dAu4/s1600-h/troll.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R_WBPo-R54I/AAAAAAAAAOw/kZUSR83dAu4/s400/troll.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185192651683653506" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmmmm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R_WECY-R56I/AAAAAAAAAPA/jE8UxNZqe0w/s1600-h/IMG_3518.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R_WECY-R56I/AAAAAAAAAPA/jE8UxNZqe0w/s400/IMG_3518.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185195722585270178" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They're like twins! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Looks at this pretty little lady troll. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R_WEwo-R57I/AAAAAAAAAPI/fVXkDflsFE0/s1600-h/IMG_3519.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R_WEwo-R57I/AAAAAAAAAPI/fVXkDflsFE0/s400/IMG_3519.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5185196517154219954" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You can tell she's a lady by those nice wet lips. hmmm tasty. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sir Robs and the Porn Bush say peace out!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-5457091975966378350?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/5457091975966378350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=5457091975966378350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/5457091975966378350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/5457091975966378350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/04/that-thing-looks-like-70s-porn-bush.html' title='&quot;That thing looks like a 70&apos;s porn bush&quot;'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R_WA6Y-R53I/AAAAAAAAAOo/8BAGXSiJEkY/s72-c/IMG_3520.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-1981516748773397400</id><published>2008-03-26T10:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-26T10:41:51.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Motocross Crash Compilation</title><content type='html'>Yesterday I felt a little down in the dumps. Even with the Snake Eyes pictures. So I got this little idea in my head after watching a bunch of videos on YouTube. I wanted to create a Motocross Crash Compilation video. The difference in my video would not be better editing or quality, but the music. Every compilation video has a bunch of crappy heavy metal music (not that metal is crappy just these peoples selection). So I created a video with some mellow music. Starting a new trend! Check out the video.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/ErN8xY6duQk&amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/ErN8xY6duQk&amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-1981516748773397400?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/1981516748773397400/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=1981516748773397400' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/1981516748773397400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/1981516748773397400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/03/motocross-crash-compilation.html' title='Motocross Crash Compilation'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-4101219789800340903</id><published>2008-03-25T13:36:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:29.170-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='snake eyes'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='g.i. joe the movie'/><title type='text'>G.I. Joe The Movie</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-lG74-R52I/AAAAAAAAAOg/_NxMidAagbA/s1600-h/gijoe-snake-eyes-FL.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-lG74-R52I/AAAAAAAAAOg/_NxMidAagbA/s400/gijoe-snake-eyes-FL.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181750840986298210" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-lGsI-R51I/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZoqEl-_OkLY/s1600-h/snakeeyes1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-lGsI-R51I/AAAAAAAAAOY/ZoqEl-_OkLY/s400/snakeeyes1.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181750570403358546" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;AHHHHHHH!!! I'm so excited! I can't stop creaming my shorts. Oh my god I wish it would stop gushing out, but it feels so gooood. I feel like a girl waiting to get into a Hannah Montana show.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-4101219789800340903?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/4101219789800340903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=4101219789800340903' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/4101219789800340903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/4101219789800340903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/03/gi-joe-movie.html' title='G.I. Joe The Movie'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-lG74-R52I/AAAAAAAAAOg/_NxMidAagbA/s72-c/gijoe-snake-eyes-FL.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-1824657662955023228</id><published>2008-03-25T11:13:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:29.361-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Return</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-kvMY-R5yI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gMsh_Ij5mwo/s1600-h/picture-476.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-kvMY-R5yI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gMsh_Ij5mwo/s400/picture-476.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181724736175073058" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-kvM4-R5zI/AAAAAAAAAOI/y2Scr4R7gZw/s1600-h/picture-477.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-kvM4-R5zI/AAAAAAAAAOI/y2Scr4R7gZw/s400/picture-477.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181724744765007666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;March 22, 2008 marked a very special day in "world*" history. Sir Robbie Rob (me) finally returned to the world of riding motocross. It’s almost been a year since the last time I rode, a year that I’d rather not go through again. After tearing the ACL and re-injuring it, I thought about not riding for a long while. After a week those thoughts turned back to “I can’t wait to get back on a bike”. Throughout the year I went back and forth about riding again, trying to weigh how much it was really worth to me. From the posting about the new bike you can see what my final choice was. Even after we bought the bike I still doubted I wanted to ride again. But not riding had left a huge void in me that I needed to fill. I had to at least get back on and see if it felt the same. So Alev and I went out to Cross Creek MX Park this past Saturday. After un-loading the bikes and gear, I took my time getting ready. I wanted to make sure I didn’t rush into anything. Plus I had to get comfortable with my DonJoy knee brace. So I finally get suited up and jump on the bike. I’m not use to this new bike and the feeling of the clutch so I stalled the first couple times. This was just adding to the doubt. After figuring out the clutch, I rode around Cross Creek flat land getting re-acquainted. Nothing felt right to me. After riding around for 20 minutes, I went back to the truck with more doubt than ever.  Going through my head were thoughts that I wasn’t going to be able to ride and enjoy it like I did. I just need to let go and move on. I told Alev that I wasn’t feeling it and she gave me a little pep talk. After the break I got back on the bike and decided to putt around on the Day Track. This time around I felt those old feelings coming back. I still had quite a bit of paranoia but overall things were going good. I wasn’t jumping anything but I was working on my corner speeds. I must say I think my corners are a ton better than before. I still need to continue working on my legs so I probably won’t be jumping anything anytime soon. But I have hope for the day that I can piece everything back together. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*By world history I mean the world I've created in my own head.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-1824657662955023228?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/1824657662955023228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=1824657662955023228' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/1824657662955023228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/1824657662955023228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/03/return.html' title='The Return'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-kvMY-R5yI/AAAAAAAAAOA/gMsh_Ij5mwo/s72-c/picture-476.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-5661296040521624297</id><published>2008-03-25T11:09:00.003-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-25T11:12:54.351-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Moved the blog</title><content type='html'>I have moved the SirRobbieRob.com blog off of my own server to blogger.com. I was getting tired of wordpress and trying to keeps things up to date. So what better thing to do then move over to blogger.com where they do everything. All I have to worry about it posting. Boo Yah. Going to &lt;a href="http://www.sirrobbierob.com"&gt;http://www.sirrobbierob.com&lt;/a&gt; still works, so keep using it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-5661296040521624297?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/5661296040521624297/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=5661296040521624297' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/5661296040521624297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/5661296040521624297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/03/moved-blog.html' title='Moved the blog'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-7525979129309631954</id><published>2008-03-18T15:21:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T15:21:28.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Motocross Feeds</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;The links below are direct links to *MX related RSS/Atom site feeds. You can use the following links to subscribe to your favorite sites. All you have to is use a RSS reader (like &lt;a href="http://www.google.com/reader" mce_href="http://www.google.com/reader"&gt;google reader&lt;/a&gt;) to subscribe.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blip.tv/file/205570/" mce_href="http://www.blip.tv/file/205570/"&gt;Watch a video explanation of RSS feeds&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;h3&gt;Blogs&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://allthingsmx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" mce_href="http://allthingsmx.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default"&gt;All Things Motocross&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://theweege.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" mce_href="http://theweege.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default"&gt;Blogandt&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://theburm.com/atom.xml" mce_href="http://theburm.com/atom.xml"&gt;The Burm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://njmotocross.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" mce_href="http://njmotocross.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default"&gt;NJ Motocross&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://sxweekendwindow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" mce_href="http://sxweekendwindow.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default"&gt;SX Weekend Window&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;h3&gt;Magazines&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dirtrider.com/rss/articles/features" mce_href="http://www.dirtrider.com/rss/articles/features"&gt;Dirt Rider Features&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://theburm.com/atom.xml" mce_href="http://theburm.com/atom.xml"&gt;The Burm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.motocross.com/feed/editorial/all.html" mce_href="http://www.motocross.com/feed/editorial/all.html"&gt;Motocross.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;h3&gt;Companies&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://alpinestarsinc.com/rss.xml" mce_href="http://alpinestarsinc.com/rss.xml"&gt;Alpinestars&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.amadirectlink.com/AMADirectlink.xml" mce_href="http://www.amadirectlink.com/AMADirectlink.xml"&gt;AMA Direct Link&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://etniesmotox.com/blog/feed.rss" mce_href="http://etniesmotox.com/blog/feed.rss"&gt;Etnies Motocross&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.girlyzblog.com/atom.xml" mce_href="http://www.girlyzblog.com/atom.xml"&gt;Girlyz Clothing&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/metalmulisha" mce_href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/metalmulisha"&gt;Metal Mulisha&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;h3&gt;Photos&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.flickr.com/services/feeds/photos_public.gne?tags=motocross&amp;amp;format=rss_200" mce_href="http://www.flickr.com/services/feeds/photos_public.gne?tags=motocross&amp;amp;format=rss_200"&gt;Flickr (pictures tagged with motocross)&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.glennkasin.smugmug.com/hack/feed.mg?Type=nicknameRecentPhotos&amp;amp;Data=GlennKasin&amp;amp;format=atom03" mce_href="http://www.glennkasin.smugmug.com/hack/feed.mg?Type=nicknameRecentPhotos&amp;amp;Data=GlennKasin&amp;amp;format=atom03"&gt;Glenn Kasin&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;h3&gt;Forums&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.allthingsmoto.com/forums/external.php?type=RSS2" mce_href="http://www.allthingsmoto.com/forums/external.php?type=RSS2"&gt;All Things Moto!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.motonews.com/mototalk2/ContentIslands/3_rss20.xml" mce_href="http://www.motonews.com/mototalk2/ContentIslands/3_rss20.xml"&gt;MotoTalk&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.mxcrazy.com/forums/external.php?type=RSS2" mce_href="http://www.mxcrazy.com/forums/external.php?type=RSS2"&gt;MXCraxy&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://forums.offroadjunkies.com/external.php?type=RSS2" mce_href="http://forums.offroadjunkies.com/external.php?type=RSS2"&gt;Off-Road Junkies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;h3&gt;Videos&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.dailymotion.com/rss/tag/motocross/1" mce_href="http://www.dailymotion.com/rss/tag/motocross/1"&gt;Daily Motion&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;h3&gt;Tracks&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.buddscreek.com/index2.php?option=com_rss&amp;amp;feed=RSS2.0&amp;amp;no_html=1" mce_href="http://www.buddscreek.com/index2.php?option=com_rss&amp;amp;feed=RSS2.0&amp;amp;no_html=1"&gt;Budds Creek&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt; &lt;p&gt;Site Owners: I have searched the web for MX related sites and there are a ton out there. Unfortunately, many of those sites don't have RSS feeds or require a login to access the feed. So those sites will not be added to this list.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Want your feed listed here? Let us know about it &lt;a href="http://www.sirrobbierob.com/contact/" mce_href="http://www.sirrobbierob.com/contact/"&gt;here!&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-7525979129309631954?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/7525979129309631954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=7525979129309631954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/7525979129309631954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/7525979129309631954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/03/motocross-feeds.html' title='Motocross Feeds'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-3560744664825464121</id><published>2008-03-15T11:38:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:29.835-06:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='honda crf250r'/><title type='text'>The New Hotness v.2008</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;In 2006, I made a &lt;a href="http://www.sirrobbierob.com/the-new-hotness/"&gt;post &lt;/a&gt;about the arrival of the new to me 2004 Honda CRF250R. It made a huge difference in my riding. I was progressing quicker than being on the 2004 Kawasaki KX250. Cut to April 12, 2007, I tore my ACL riding at the Austin-Del Valle track. A few months after surgery I was back on the bike and 5 minutes into riding I had a set back in my injury. Out of frustration and not wanting to ride the cursed bike again, &lt;a href="http://www.sirrobbierob.com/goodbye-to-my-honda/"&gt;I sold it&lt;/a&gt;. Now almost a year after getting hurt I’m ready to start riding again. After posting a few wanted ads around the net I found a beautiful 2005 Honda CRF250R. Alev and I went to go pick it up from the owner today. It’s definitely the nicest bike I have owned to date. The most powerful too. Here are some of the pluses with the bike:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- New complete 2006 CRF250R top&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;end installed less than 8 hours&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:+0;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt; ago by a professional mechanic.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;strong&gt; (Used the 2006 head because it has replaceable valve seats unlike the stock 2005 cylinder head.)&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Forks were serviced at the same&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; time as the engine with Genuine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Honda parts used.&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- TAG privateer triple clamp kit&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- ASV F1 Levers&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- FMF Factory 4 full exhaust&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Devol Racing skid plate&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Moose wide foot pegs&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- New Accerbis plastics all around&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- New Troy Lee Designs graphics&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- New Uni air filter&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Braking rear wave rotor&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;- Polished frame&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;After picking up the bike we came home and took some pictures. Then I took it over to Georgetown Honda to put on a new tire, tube, fix the jetting on the bike, and just look it over. We should get it back next Saturday in time to head out to Cross Creek for some riding. Check out some pictures.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-KscI-R5iI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZwvXgICWIrY/s1600-h/img_0452.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:center; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-KscI-R5iI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZwvXgICWIrY/s400/img_0452.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179892120874509858" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-KsGY-R5hI/AAAAAAAAAME/Z6y8fsJJTGQ/s1600-h/img_0442.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179891747212355090" style="FLOAT: center; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-KsGY-R5hI/AAAAAAAAAME/Z6y8fsJJTGQ/s400/img_0442.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Check out more pictures of the new bike in the &lt;a href="http://sirrobbierob.com/gallery/main.php?g2_itemId=8096"&gt;gallery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Mindblowing! Moving on!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-3560744664825464121?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/3560744664825464121/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=3560744664825464121' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/3560744664825464121'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/3560744664825464121'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/03/new-hotness-v2008.html' title='The New Hotness v.2008'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-KscI-R5iI/AAAAAAAAAMM/ZwvXgICWIrY/s72-c/img_0452.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-3328796325758802749</id><published>2008-03-13T12:19:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:30.253-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Mindblowing</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-KtB4-R5jI/AAAAAAAAAMU/cze2ZdbR5wM/s1600-h/shootout_at_lokhandwala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-KtB4-R5jI/AAAAAAAAAMU/cze2ZdbR5wM/s200/shootout_at_lokhandwala.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179892769414571570" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindblowing! That’s my new thing. We watched a documentary at SXSW called ‘&lt;a href="http://imdb.com/title/tt1118078/" target="_blank" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/imdb.com');"&gt;Shot in Bombay&lt;/a&gt;‘. The jist about it, is it follows the making of a Bollywood movie with a bunch of other crap going on. Doesn’t make sense? Perfect, it’s like you have already seen it. The best thing about the movie was the director of the film, not the documentary. Every time he yelled cut he would follow it up with “Mindblowing!” or “Mindblasting”. I can’t wait to direct again because I have adopted this as my new “thing”. Cut. Mindblowing. &lt;p&gt;Moving on. I took some footage from the &lt;em&gt;Socially&lt;/em&gt; short and put together a quick edit. I posted it on YouTube for everyones viewing pleasure. Take in mind that no color correction has been done. So things a little dark and what not.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 0px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-026005222747756007 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/YgJ9qp-1ZvE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-026005222747756007 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/YgJ9qp-1ZvE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a style="left: 0px ! important; top: 15px ! important;" title="Click here to block this object with Adblock Plus" class="abp-objtab-026005222747756007 visible ontop" href="http://www.youtube.com/v/YgJ9qp-1ZvE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;object height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/YgJ9qp-1ZvE&amp;amp;hl=en"&gt;&lt;param name="wmode" value="transparent"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/YgJ9qp-1ZvE&amp;amp;hl=en" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" height="355" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have a great day! I should be picking up my new (to me) dirt bike tomorrow. I will post some pictures when I get them.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mindblowing.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-3328796325758802749?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/3328796325758802749/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=3328796325758802749' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/3328796325758802749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/3328796325758802749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/03/mindblowing.html' title='Mindblowing'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-KtB4-R5jI/AAAAAAAAAMU/cze2ZdbR5wM/s72-c/shootout_at_lokhandwala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-3646567954682527495</id><published>2008-03-11T12:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T12:14:31.189-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Writing</title><content type='html'>Writing. blah. It is something I’m not very good at doing. For the past couple of years (probably since I started this blog) I have been wanting to work on building up the skills. Much like everything else it, I never have gotten around to actually doing it. I’m hoping that is in the process of changing. Since Andrea and I started this Script to Screen class I feel like my brain has been given a jolt. I wrote my first script for the short film called, SNAFU, and I have more ideas I want to get down on paper. To help me keep moving things along I bought &lt;a href="http://www.amazon.com/Write-Brain-Workbook-Exercises-Liberate-Writing/dp/1582973555/ref=pd_bbs_sr_1?ie=UTF8&amp;amp;s=books&amp;amp;qid=1203362972&amp;amp;sr=8-1" target="_blank" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/www.amazon.com');"&gt;The Write-Brain Workshop&lt;/a&gt;. It’s a creative writing workshop in a book that is supposed to help “liberate your writing”. Andrea is already going through this workbook and posting her entries, not something I think I will be doing. But I hope it will translate to other writings that will be posted here. blah.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-3646567954682527495?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/3646567954682527495/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=3646567954682527495' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/3646567954682527495'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/3646567954682527495'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/03/writing.html' title='Writing'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-6089333976961003345</id><published>2008-03-04T12:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T12:15:13.034-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Socially</title><content type='html'>So for the time being I have given up on producing the SNAFU script. In turn I am directing Socially, the script Andrea wrote for &lt;a href="http://www.storieproductions.com/katsblog.html" target="_blank" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/www.storieproductions.com');"&gt;Kat Candler&lt;/a&gt;’s &lt;a href="http://www.storieproductions.com/" target="_blank" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/www.storieproductions.com');"&gt;From Script to Screen&lt;/a&gt; workshop. I thought not producing my own script would take some of the stress away. Boy, was I wrong! This past weekend marked the beginning of shooting and it went good, I think. Directing felt like a natural thing for me. Problem is, I let stress kind of blind me the first time doing something like this. So it ends up taking away from the experience. After this wraps I will start studying up a little more on the art of direction and maybe get my own style going on.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-6089333976961003345?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/6089333976961003345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=6089333976961003345' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/6089333976961003345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/6089333976961003345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/03/socially.html' title='Socially'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-2132028145826486563</id><published>2008-02-22T12:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T12:18:37.309-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Anyone have a rock I can hide under?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p style="font-family: arial;" class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;I feel so shitty right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt; I wrote a script for a film class I’m taking with Andrea. The idea is to write a script and make it. Then we will premiere it on April 26. The script I wrote is about a socially awkward guy, Gabe, who goes out on the town with an overzealous friend, Clint. After watching how Clint interacts with the ladies, Gabe dreams up ways to apply Clint’s lessons. One of the dream sequences involves Gabe approaching a very beautiful lady that possesses some traits you would only find on a man. After walking up to her Gabe asks her “Fuck me if I’m wrong, but haven’t we met before?”. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt; At this point the lady responds in a deep Male voice, something about remembering a nice little man pussy like you. I don’t recall the exact line right now. Gabe realizing the beautiful lady is really a man snaps back to reality. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt; That dream sequence end and he moves on. Well, tonight we had our 2&lt;sup&gt;nd&lt;/sup&gt; round of auditions and someone came out for the drag queen. This guy was A drag queen. He was with another friend who was interested in reading for Gabe so I described both the parts and handed them the script to look over. After reading the script the friend came in to read. Afterwards, I asked if his friend was going to read for the drag queen part. He told us he wasn’t because the description of the drag queen didn’t match. I responded that we are pretty open on the look. He then told us the real reason. This person is widely known for the drag character he plays. When he is in character he doesn’t leave it and takes it seriously. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;font-size:100%;" &gt; Basically it boils down to the words I wrote offended this guy. I know my sense of humor is offensive to some people. But I have always thought of it as offending people who don’t get me or are way too uptight for me to give a shit. But this time I have offended someone’s lifestyle. I feel extremely embarrassed and shitty right now. Shitty isn’t even a good word to describe it. But I can’t think of anything else right now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-2132028145826486563?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/2132028145826486563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=2132028145826486563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/2132028145826486563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/2132028145826486563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/03/anyone-have-rock-i-can-hide-under.html' title='Anyone have a rock I can hide under?'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-5161134523350425474</id><published>2008-01-20T13:59:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:59:24.777-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Sir Robbie Rob Day!</title><content type='html'>I’ve been slacking with updates this week. But I had to jump online to wish everyone a Happy Sir Robbie Rob Day! That’s right. It was today 28 years ago that the great SRR was born. Where would we be if that day never happened? I can’t answer that but I can say the world would be a less awesome place to live.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-5161134523350425474?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/5161134523350425474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=5161134523350425474' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/5161134523350425474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/5161134523350425474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-sir-robbie-rob-day.html' title='Happy Sir Robbie Rob Day!'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-17671177813746748</id><published>2008-01-11T13:57:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:30.586-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Taking the Cleveland Browns to the Super Bowl!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-Kt2I-R5kI/AAAAAAAAAMc/0swMDDJFJDQ/s1600-h/img_2974-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-Kt2I-R5kI/AAAAAAAAAMc/0swMDDJFJDQ/s400/img_2974-small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179893667062736450" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture of the day!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-17671177813746748?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/17671177813746748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=17671177813746748' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/17671177813746748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/17671177813746748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/01/taking-cleveland-browns-to-super-bowl.html' title='Taking the Cleveland Browns to the Super Bowl!'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-Kt2I-R5kI/AAAAAAAAAMc/0swMDDJFJDQ/s72-c/img_2974-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-5539235901926806082</id><published>2008-01-10T13:56:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:30.895-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Cellblock #3M027</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-KuAI-R5lI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ozCex0xM7LI/s1600-h/img_2978-small.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-KuAI-R5lI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ozCex0xM7LI/s400/img_2978-small.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179893838861428306" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thought I would share with you my hell…home away from home.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-5539235901926806082?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/5539235901926806082/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=5539235901926806082' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/5539235901926806082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/5539235901926806082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/01/thought-i-would-share-with-you-my.html' title='Cellblock #3M027'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-KuAI-R5lI/AAAAAAAAAMk/ozCex0xM7LI/s72-c/img_2978-small.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-6198550009470161279</id><published>2008-01-08T13:56:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:56:31.663-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Time to grow up. Can someone tell me how?</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;I realized something about myself recently. Actually I realized something about myself that I keep realizing but forget about. It’s that I have never gotten used to the whole “work” thing. I don’t mean this in the way that I’m some sort of a lazy ass and don’t know how to work. What I mean is I’ve never gotten used to the idea of work is work and not fun time. I know I’m probably not being very clear about this but it’s not something that is completely clear to me. Let me give you an example that will hopefully make it somewhat clear.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="more-154"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in high school I worked at Baskin Robbins scooping ice cream. At BR31, I spent the day socializing with my co-workers, customers, and scooping the hell out of that ice cream. But to me it didn’t feel like work because the environment was so fun and laid back. Even when there was a bad day, it would only last for a short while and still remain fun. To this day this is my favorite job.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After high school I got a job with IBM in Austin. The job started off great! The pay was awesome, the work was new and challenging, and more important I worked with some entertaining people. This lasted about a year before I really started to dislike my job. They started putting a ton of metrics in place where before there were none. People started to leave for greener($$$) pastures and everyones mood soured. It was really hard for me to get up in the morning to go to work. At this point the calling in sick, slacking off, etc started. I finally get fed up and get a job with Tivoli, a company owned by IBM but they had a very hands off approach to it. Again my spirits were renewed! Working with great people (some from AIX), great laid back environment, and most of all Beer Fridays! My work performance was awesome during this time. I was the “shit” if you will. Then the tech bubble burst and things started to change. Tivoli wasn’t performing so well and IBM took a tighter grip over everything. They again introduced a ton of metrics, people’s attitudes soured, and slowly got rid of the Beer Fridays. On top of that, my manager moved on (forced, I believe). The new manager was someone who was a engineer on our team. Because he was so new his manager made the decisions about raises. I will tell you I seriously got the short end of the stick. I knew this because I knew other peoples starting salary and the raise. This pissed me off so I went to another manager and told them I would love to move over. The following Monday it was done. At this point I was still stewing in my own pissiness but things got better again. The new team was a band aid and things were fine for awhile. I got tired of that team and then went to another team. Rinse and Repeat. As I write this I’m on another team where the environment just sucks. I’ve actually managed to go backwards. I left a great small team with a crappy manager to go to a team with a great manager but filled with the most whiniest ass people I have ever worked with. We are talking 30-40 year old men and women that bitch and moan about everything. EVERYTHING!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don’t know if you can really call that an “example” but hopefully you get the picture. I know millions of people work in environments they absolutely hate. But for me, as soon as shit starts stinking I completely shut off. This is something I know I need to change but I have not the slightest idea of how. I would love to hear from some other people on how they coup with this because I don’t know how much longer I can change teams every time I start disliking something.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-6198550009470161279?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/6198550009470161279/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=6198550009470161279' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/6198550009470161279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/6198550009470161279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/01/time-to-grow-up-can-someone-tell-me-how.html' title='Time to grow up. Can someone tell me how?'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-7486364298916582393</id><published>2008-01-03T13:55:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:55:33.759-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Years!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Yes, I’m a few days late in saying it. But it’s better late than never. What better way to start the New Year than with an annoying cliche?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;For this year, I’m going to make an effort to update this site at least 4…make that 3 times a week. Nothing fancy. Probably just a picture or short posting of cuss words. Also will post updates of the projects I’m working on for PACT (Public Access Community Television, I think).&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The countdown has begun on the return to riding dirt bikes. I have some issues to work out with a physical therapist but should be on a bike by the beginning of March. I just have to start looking for a bike and a lifetime supply of bubble wrap to protect myself.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-7486364298916582393?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/7486364298916582393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=7486364298916582393' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/7486364298916582393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/7486364298916582393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/01/happy-new-years.html' title='Happy New Years!'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-6537354227517730642</id><published>2007-12-06T13:54:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:31.056-06:00</updated><title type='text'>The Dark Knight Poster Revealed</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-KuWY-R5mI/AAAAAAAAAMs/KPQfQOyyPVM/s1600-h/dark-knight-serious-poster.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-KuWY-R5mI/AAAAAAAAAMs/KPQfQOyyPVM/s400/dark-knight-serious-poster.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179894221113517666" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;A teaser poster has been released for the sequel to Batman Begins, The Dark Knight. Just looking at the poster gets me all giddy like a pedophile at Disney land.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Batman Begins was by far the best Batman movie to date. Hopefully they won’t screw it up and cast someone like Heath Ledger for the joker…doh! But seriously, at its worst it will still be a better Batman film than the Schumacher ones.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-6537354227517730642?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/6537354227517730642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=6537354227517730642' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/6537354227517730642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/6537354227517730642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2007/12/dark-knight-poster-revealed.html' title='The Dark Knight Poster Revealed'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-KuWY-R5mI/AAAAAAAAAMs/KPQfQOyyPVM/s72-c/dark-knight-serious-poster.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-6201367524026434571</id><published>2007-11-08T13:53:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:53:38.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Women love Motocross too!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Why is it that men think that anything having to do with sports is something that women don’t like or understand? Let me tell you something, as a 30-something year old woman, I’m proud to admit that I love motorcycle racing. Having been interested in bikes since I was a kid, why is it that men find my love for the sport so intriguing?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="more-114"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rush of adrenaline, the roar of the engines, the mud, the blood, the beer…I get excited just thinking about it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;On my first trip to the track to watch motocross, I was so engrossed in everything that was going on I ignored my date. Was he upset? Yep – he thought that this whole macho-experience would teach me more about being a girl. I laugh thinking back to that date and that guy who wanted me to be more ‘girl-like’ and thought that a trip to the dirty and testosterone-filled world of motocross would set me straight. Wow, was he wrong.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After that, I decided to take up motorcycles myself. Signed up for a course to learn to ride and now I experience the freedom of riding all on my own. Oh, and the guy? Long gone – last I heard he had some blonde former-sorority chick in 5 inch heels and short skirts hanging off his arm and sporting a diamond. Doesn’t she know you can’t wear five inch heels or short skirts on a bike? I bet my date would be fit to be tied if he realized there was a woman’s motocross association too.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Do I race bikes? No – at least, not yet. I love riding my bike and love the thrill of the adrenaline I get when I’m at the track, but I haven’t yet taken to the track myself. I love to watch and when I do, I feel like a voyeur of sorts – it’s all very exhilarating.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;There are many women in motocross who’ve achieved legend status of their own rights including Mercedes Gonzalez-Natvig, Lisa Akins-Wagner, Nadine Holbert, Gale “MX-Mom” Webb, Vicky Jackson-Bell, Doreen Payne, De De Cates, Dee Wood, Mary McGee, and Sue Fish to name a few, and all of which have my undying support and admiration.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So guys, there’s nothing wrong with a woman who loves motocross – just think of it in a different light. We love the same thing you do; we love the rush, the mud, the blood and the beer. Life is good. It turns us on, this is all good news for you.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-6201367524026434571?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/6201367524026434571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=6201367524026434571' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/6201367524026434571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/6201367524026434571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2007/11/women-love-motocross-too.html' title='Women love Motocross too!'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-8548368274917853568</id><published>2007-11-02T13:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:52:43.818-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fox Racing Boots</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;With Motocross becoming more and more popular, it is most important to know where to find the best footwear. FOX Racing offers a wide variety of motocross boots to suit many sizes and needs. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The 2008 F3 Boot Zebra is the newest in the FOX Racing boot line. The Zebra Limited Edition is the next level of boot performance. The Zebra Print has been a part of FOX history since the days of RJ and Bradshaw. What a better way to hold on to a small part of the past by owning your own pair of Fox Zebra boots. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="more-115"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Limited Edition Zebra boot is designed using top of the line leather to provide superb support and flexibility. Biomorphic 3D Chassis allows the boot to conform to the curves of your foot. The Pivotlock Buckle System provides a secure fit. Ankle and knee fatigue is reduced by shock absorbing outsoles. The unique herringbone design of the Duratrak Outsoles allows superior peg interface. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;FOX also offers the F3 2008 Boot. This is the most current model of the popular Forma Pro boot. Like most of FOX Racing boots, this boot has been tested for 18 months by James Stewart and Ricky Carmichael. This boot offers similar features of the Zebra, but at a more affordable price.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;FOX offers the only youth boot designed with superior performance in mind. The Forma Pro Jr. Boot line is top of the line in youth racing foot gear. Since motocross racing has interested the youth more and more, it is just as important for them to have the best footwear possible. The Forma Jr. offers a shock absorbing and vibration dampening midsole, seam minimized internal construction, buckle strap pressure dissipating pads, floating buckle bases, and anatomically contoured shin plate and calf guard. These boots are designed specifically for youth to be the best in the industry.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;FOX Racing has several patents pending on their boot designs. The Biomorphic 3D Chassis that allows the boot to conform to the natural curves of the feet is patent pending. Also the In Molded Strap Receiver that increase strap strength and reduce bulk. The unique Duratrak Outsole Design, with the herringbone design that provides for better peg interface also is a patent pending design. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;FOX Racing is constantly striving to provide top of the line footwear for all levels of motocross racing. Whether you are just staring out or you are an old pro, you can trust FOX Racing to provide top of the line footwear for your racing needs. &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-8548368274917853568?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/8548368274917853568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=8548368274917853568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8548368274917853568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8548368274917853568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2007/11/fox-racing-boots.html' title='Fox Racing Boots'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-7663986489580063387</id><published>2007-11-01T13:50:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:31.304-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Willis - The life of a Privateer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-KurI-R5nI/AAAAAAAAAM0/eYHu5H0ZvCA/s1600-h/home_banner.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-KurI-R5nI/AAAAAAAAAM0/eYHu5H0ZvCA/s400/home_banner.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179894577595803250" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was browsing around on the Interweb when I happened across this site &lt;a href="http://www.kushtv.com/" target="_blank" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/www.kushtv.com');"&gt;Kushtv.com&lt;/a&gt;. They bill themselves as “The Original High-Def Network” which I find odd as the quality of their videos is pretty questionable. After watching all of the episodes of the Korn show I started searching through the other shows and came across a show called ‘&lt;a href="http://www.kushtv.com/Default.aspx?PlayTitle=nightshift&amp;amp;CategoryID=85246135" target="_blank" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/www.kushtv.com');"&gt;Life of a Privateer&lt;/a&gt;‘. The show follows a privateer who goes by the name of Willis. Willis is a member of a group called the MX Mafia, which looks like a bunch of Metal Mulisha rejects except they don’t do freestyle just MX. Anyway, it’s not a great show and you actually might lose some IQ points watching but for the people that like to see anything related to MX, like me, it’s a good find.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-7663986489580063387?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/7663986489580063387/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=7663986489580063387' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/7663986489580063387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/7663986489580063387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2007/11/willis-life-of-privateer.html' title='Willis - The life of a Privateer'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-KurI-R5nI/AAAAAAAAAM0/eYHu5H0ZvCA/s72-c/home_banner.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-4882376562395702630</id><published>2007-10-31T13:48:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:31.472-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Halloween!</title><content type='html'>Happy Halloween to the readers of srr.com! Today is a special day. No, not because you can get dressed up and freeload off of complete strangers. The reason why today is so special is because the NEW Britney Spears album is out, Blackout. Who isn’t excited about this?!?? You’re not? Wtf? Didn’t you watch the 2007 VMAs? She was smoking hot! Nothing sexier than a coked up whore tripping over herself and busting out of her clothes. Tell me you wouldn’t spend a drunken night with her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-KxSY-R5vI/AAAAAAAAAN0/u18fiJHe858/s1600-h/bo-breathe-heavy.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-KxSY-R5vI/AAAAAAAAAN0/u18fiJHe858/s400/bo-breathe-heavy.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179897450928924402" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Randomness aside, Happy Halloween! Fill yourself up on candy and booze.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-4882376562395702630?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/4882376562395702630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=4882376562395702630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/4882376562395702630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/4882376562395702630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2007/10/happy-halloween.html' title='Happy Halloween!'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-KxSY-R5vI/AAAAAAAAAN0/u18fiJHe858/s72-c/bo-breathe-heavy.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-3403482948973348732</id><published>2007-10-30T13:41:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:32.620-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Into The Wild</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-KvFI-R5oI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_Fp2jNXwaK4/s1600-h/rl-bus-top.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-KvFI-R5oI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_Fp2jNXwaK4/s400/rl-bus-top.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179895024272402050" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;I just finished reading Into the Wild by Jon Krakauer. The book is about Christopher McCandless, a 24-year-old honors graduate, star athlete, and beloved brother and son from a wealthy but dysfunctional East Coast family. After graduating from Emory University in 1990 he ceased communicating with his family, gave away his savings of $24,000 to OXFAM and began living the life of a wanderer. His travels took him to Arizona, South Dakota, California, and Nevada. Eventually he ended up in Alaska to carry out his dream of living off the land, far away from civilization. After 4 months of living off the land, Chris died of starvation in an abandoned bus used by Hunters for shelter.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="more-80"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After finishing the book I was unable to get to sleep. I'm not sure if it was because of the unanswered questions I had or the emotions I was feeling. Whatever was the cause I know that I have never read a book and had it affect me like this one has. The book itself wasn't great, Jon Krauker did a great job in his research but I think it was poorly put together. It was Chris McCandless's story that had such an impact on me. I feel I can relate to Chris in some ways. Not that I want or would abandon everything to go live off the land. It has to do with hoping that there is more to life than careers, paying bills, and being full of what ifs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Everyone seems to have an opinion of Chris McCandless and his action in the Alaska bush. No matter what those opinions of him are, I think you have to appreciate that he was able to follow his dream. Even if it was to the extreme I'm sure he died not regretting the journey he had taken. The majority of us will probably spend the rest of our lives asking "What if I had...". I don't want to wake up one day wishing I would have done more or realizing I let my fear of the unknowing make decisions for me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here are some pictures I found of McCandless and related areas around the web:&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-Kveo-R5qI/AAAAAAAAANM/KaO99s_mA8o/s1600-h/2005-05-31-chris.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-Kveo-R5qI/AAAAAAAAANM/KaO99s_mA8o/s400/2005-05-31-chris.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179895462359066274" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-Kve4-R5rI/AAAAAAAAANU/n3IzzQLiq7k/s1600-h/3127894-400-x-219.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-Kve4-R5rI/AAAAAAAAANU/n3IzzQLiq7k/s400/3127894-400-x-219.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179895466654033586" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-Kve4-R5sI/AAAAAAAAANc/lgN9waKZNjo/s1600-h/3164330-400-x-226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-Kve4-R5sI/AAAAAAAAANc/lgN9waKZNjo/s400/3164330-400-x-226.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179895466654033602" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-KvQ4-R5pI/AAAAAAAAANE/6PA3b0IbboY/s1600-h/10.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-KvQ4-R5pI/AAAAAAAAANE/6PA3b0IbboY/s400/10.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179895226135864978" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-3403482948973348732?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/3403482948973348732/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=3403482948973348732' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/3403482948973348732'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/3403482948973348732'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2007/10/into-wild.html' title='Into The Wild'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-KvFI-R5oI/AAAAAAAAAM8/_Fp2jNXwaK4/s72-c/rl-bus-top.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-4459712226681778962</id><published>2007-10-18T13:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:50:14.891-05:00</updated><title type='text'>DV12’s first day on the RMZ 450</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sirrobbierob.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/1st-day-on-rmz-6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.sirrobbierob.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/1st-day-on-rmz-6.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;David Vuillemin followed up yesterdays posting of his new RMZ-450 with some pictures of his first ride. Head over to &lt;a href="http://www.dv12.com/display.php?id=newsfull&amp;amp;news_id=1726#C" target="_blank" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/www.dv12.com');"&gt;DV12.com&lt;/a&gt; to check out the sweetness. &lt;p&gt;If you can read french check out the story on the ride @ &lt;a href="http://www.motoverte.com/site/exclusif-david-vuillemin-sur-la-suzuki--26280.html" target="_blank" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/www.motoverte.com');"&gt;MotoVerte&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-4459712226681778962?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/4459712226681778962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=4459712226681778962' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/4459712226681778962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/4459712226681778962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2008/03/dv12s-first-day-on-rmz-450.html' title='DV12’s first day on the RMZ 450'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-7345737323539955021</id><published>2007-10-17T13:40:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:32.705-06:00</updated><title type='text'>Korn @ Frank Erwin Center</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-KwMo-R5tI/AAAAAAAAANk/V87zNaLDAUY/s1600-h/main-1.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-KwMo-R5tI/AAAAAAAAANk/V87zNaLDAUY/s400/main-1.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179896252633048786" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Alev and I caught the KoRn show at the Frank Erwin Center tonight. This is the 4th or 5th time I have seen them live and would have to say it was pretty good. It wasn’t the best I have seen but entertaining. Plus we had kick ass seats.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="more-77"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Setlist:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;ol&gt;&lt;li&gt;Here to Stay&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Starting Over&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Fake&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Dead Bodies Everywhere&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Hold On&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kiss&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Coming Undone&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Falling Away From Me&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Faget&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Trash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Ever Be&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Kill You&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Twisted Transistor&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Evolution&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Freak on a Leash&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;Blind&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ol&gt; &lt;p&gt;I don’t listen to them much nowadays so I don’t know too many of the new songs. I definitely would have loved to see some better song selection or even a longer set. They currently have 8 studio albums and should be playing 2+ hour sets.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You can check out all of the pictures in the &lt;a href="http://sirrobbierob.com/gallery/main.php?g2_itemId=7749" target="_blank"&gt;gallery&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-7345737323539955021?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/7345737323539955021/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=7345737323539955021' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/7345737323539955021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/7345737323539955021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2007/10/korn-frank-erwin-center.html' title='Korn @ Frank Erwin Center'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-KwMo-R5tI/AAAAAAAAANk/V87zNaLDAUY/s72-c/main-1.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-3618104258167215204</id><published>2007-10-12T13:37:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T05:00:32.870-06:00</updated><title type='text'>David Vuillemin's new ride</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-Kw84-R5uI/AAAAAAAAANs/-9oX5bdqpKM/s1600-h/1st-day-on-rmz-6.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-Kw84-R5uI/AAAAAAAAANs/-9oX5bdqpKM/s400/1st-day-on-rmz-6.gif" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179897081561736930" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;DV12 has made a posting on his &lt;a href="http://www.dv12.com/" target="_blank" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/www.dv12.com');"&gt;website &lt;/a&gt;with some pics of his new Makita Suzuki ride. I don’t know about you but I can’t wait to see DV12 back in action with this new team.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Check out the &lt;a href="http://dv12.com/display.php?id=newsfull&amp;amp;news_id=1721#C" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/dv12.com');"&gt;posting&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-3618104258167215204?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/3618104258167215204/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=3618104258167215204' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/3618104258167215204'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/3618104258167215204'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2007/10/david-vuillemins-new-ride.html' title='David Vuillemin&apos;s new ride'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_nIJMRhdNH0k/R-Kw84-R5uI/AAAAAAAAANs/-9oX5bdqpKM/s72-c/1st-day-on-rmz-6.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-8142172641006544813</id><published>2007-10-11T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:37:19.871-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MX vs. ATV Untamed Box Art</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sirrobbierob.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/mxvsatv_front.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.sirrobbierob.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/mxvsatv_front.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The rumored box art for the latest MX vs. ATV title has hit the web. If you haven’t seen the screens for this game do yourself a favor and find &lt;a href="http://www.motonews.com/mototalk2/showflat.php?Cat=0&amp;amp;Number=818173&amp;amp;an=0&amp;amp;page=0#Post818173" target="_blank" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/www.motonews.com');"&gt;them&lt;/a&gt;. It looks like this is going to blow away any previous MX game.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-8142172641006544813?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/8142172641006544813/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=8142172641006544813' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8142172641006544813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8142172641006544813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2007/10/mx-vs-atv-untamed-box-art.html' title='MX vs. ATV Untamed Box Art'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-541623504713866469</id><published>2007-10-11T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:35:46.382-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Nitro Circus 5 Thrillbillies Preview</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sirrobbierob.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/thrillbillies-preview.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.sirrobbierob.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/thrillbillies-preview.gif" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Travis Pastrana and the Nitro Circus crew are working on the follow up to Lock ‘N Loaded. The latest DVD in the series is called Nitro Circus Thrillbillies. I’m sure many of you have seen the pictures of Travis jumping out of an airplane without a parachute. Expect to see the footage of this in the new DVD.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;Check out the preview of &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=4ZnL-7YnxhQ" target="_blank" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/www.youtube.com');"&gt;Thrillbillies&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; If you haven’t heard about or seen the pictures of Travis’s jump head over to &lt;a href="http://expn.go.com/expn/slideshow?id=3055877&amp;amp;section=expn.2007.motox&amp;amp;count=0" target="_blank" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/expn.go.com');"&gt;EXPN&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-541623504713866469?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/541623504713866469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=541623504713866469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/541623504713866469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/541623504713866469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2007/10/nitro-circus-5-thrillbillies-preview.html' title='Nitro Circus 5 Thrillbillies Preview'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-5770705953094937890</id><published>2007-10-11T13:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:34:20.405-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeff Alessi's ride for the US Open</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sirrobbierob.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/picture2226.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px;" src="http://www.sirrobbierob.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/12/picture2226.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jeff Alessi posted a picture of his US Open ride on &lt;a href="http://www.motonews.com/mototalk2/showflat.php?Cat=0&amp;amp;Number=832763&amp;amp;an=0&amp;amp;page=0&amp;amp;gonew=1#UNREAD" target="_blank" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/www.motonews.com');"&gt;Mototalk&lt;/a&gt;. Nice to know he made the switch to a Honda. But it doesn’t look like he has signed with a sponsor yet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-5770705953094937890?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/5770705953094937890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=5770705953094937890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/5770705953094937890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/5770705953094937890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2007/10/jeff-alessis-ride-for-us-open.html' title='Jeff Alessi&apos;s ride for the US Open'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-7249353892092651677</id><published>2007-10-09T13:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:32:56.838-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gears of War Review</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sirrobbierob.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/928234_20060510_screen001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.sirrobbierob.com/wp-content/uploads/2007/10/928234_20060510_screen001.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Named Game of the Year at the 2007 Game Developers Choice Awards, 'Gears of War' is a technical masterpiece. So impressive is 'Gears of War' that New Line Cinemas recently announced plans to bring the larger than life story and graphics to the big screen in the summer of 2009. &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="more-69"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As the more than 3 million Xbox 360 players who own a copy of 'Gears of War' already know, the game is a unique combination of stunning graphics, an inventive and exciting action game, amazing sound effects, and an impressive sound track.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;More sophisticated than other games of its genre, 'Gears of War' is a thrilling game of non-stop hide-and-seek action. With a unique combination of gore and beauty, 'Gears of War' provides players with an awe-inspiring, heart pounding gaming experience.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Heavy on action and tactical strategy, 'Gears of War' is a sci-fi shooter set on the desolate planet Sera. The protagonist leads the charge to destroy a vicious race of subterranean aliens who waged a war against humankind that led to the destruction of civilization.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The story and dialogue are interesting enough, but what sets this game apart from its competitors is its sheer artistry. Impressive graphics include an extraordinary array of monsters and weapons and scenery so real that players feel transported to Sera. The realistic scenery varies from underground networks of caverns to mansions, coliseums, even industrial processing plants.&lt;/p&gt; Whether you are playing 'Gears of War' alone, with a gaming buddy, or via Xbox live, you are sure to be captivated by the game and its remarkable use of technology and special effects.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-7249353892092651677?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/7249353892092651677/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=7249353892092651677' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/7249353892092651677'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/7249353892092651677'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2007/10/gears-of-war-review.html' title='Gears of War Review'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-3977744181938877879</id><published>2007-10-04T13:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:30:06.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Pancreas</title><content type='html'>Hello everybody, I’m a pancreas. Sir Robbie Rob’s pancreas, to be more exact.But today I’m not here as myself. Today I speak for all pancreases. Today I speak for all of the vital organs, such as myself, who are being NEGLECTED! &lt;p&gt;As a pancreas, I often feel that my organism…well…ignores me. He doesn’t surprise me with flowers anymore, or call me just to say hello, or anything! I get no love from him! It really does hurt, too, deep down inside my pancreatic soul. I just want to feel appreciated.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="more-67"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I try to be a good pancreas. I work long hours, keep the endocrine system running just the way he likes it, and I always have freshly made digestive enzymes ready for him when he gets home.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;But does he even acknowledge me? DOES HE EVEN KNOW WHERE I AM? I’M RIGHT HERE, SRR! BEHIND YOUR STOMACH! GIVE ME YOUR LOVE, DAMN YOU!!!!!! *Breaks down into uncontrollable sobbing*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;*sniffles* Insensitive bastard.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You know what? You’re right. I should leave him! I should! But I don’t know…I feel like I’m rooted here, ensnared by some sort of…small intestine. It’s hard to explain, but I just don’t know if I can leave.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;He USED to be good to me, he did! He had the cutest pet names for me. Sugar…sweetbread…Panky-wanky. I would just melt in his arms, give myself to him completely. We were in made for each other! But now? WE HAVEN’T MADE LOVE IN TWO YEARS. A pancreas has needs!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;You’re right, it’s dead. It’s gone sour. I’m leaving. Let’s see how he gets along without me. You think HE can whip up some digestive enzymes himself? Ha! He’ll be ordering takeout for the rest of his life.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’m glad we had this talk, you’re really good listeners. I feel better now. I think I can do it. I think I can leave.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This is the pancreas, signing out.&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-3977744181938877879?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/3977744181938877879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=3977744181938877879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/3977744181938877879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/3977744181938877879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2007/10/my-pancreas.html' title='My Pancreas'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-3060652457510710943</id><published>2007-09-24T13:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:29:03.919-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carmichael Says Goodbye at the Rockstar Energy Drink US Open</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Ricky Carmichael has announced that he will end his motorcycle-racing career at the final supercross event of the season in Las Vegas. This is particularly fitting, as Carmichael has raced in every invitation-only Rockstar Energy Drink US Open since its debut ten years ago, and has won three US Open titles.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Carmichael’s fans will have special incentive to make the trip to the MGM Grand Garden Arena in Vegas for the October 12-14 weekend. Just think how much Carmichael souvenirs from the event will be worth if he manages to win his fourth and final US Open. And for those of a less mercenary bent, there’ll be the nostalgia of watching a moto and supercross hero drive into the sunset.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span id="more-136"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This final invite-only event of the motorcycle racing season brings elite riders from across the globe, in what’s being billed (by the event promoters anyway), as the supercross world’s “biggest party.” This shouldn’t be too difficult to achieve. Just combine speeding bikes (with Supercross and Supercross Lites racing in one class), testosterone, the roar of the crowd, and a town that never sleeps.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;A new attraction at this year’s event may entice Carmichael to race again in a year or two anyway. Retired former US Open champions Damon Huffman (who won in 1998), Jeff Emig (1999), and Mike LaRocco (2002), will meet for an exhibition rematch. The five-lap “grudge match” promises to be a full-throttle affair. They may be retired, but they still want to win.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The Rockstar Energy Drink US Open is popular with racers because the racetrack is part of the MGM Grand Hotel complex, where most of the riders stay. They could almost roll out of bed and head straight to the track. It’s the last event of the season, they don’t have to worry about points, and there’s a nice cash prize for the winner. So a bit of a party atmosphere prevails.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The festive feeling isn’t that surprising, perhaps, as supercross events tend to be glossier than motocross anyway. Indoor stadiums, corporate sponsorship, big crowds, network coverage – even air conditioning in some venues. This makes a bit of a change from the blood, guts, and mud of down and dirty motocross courses.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;So Ricky Carmichael will end his motocross and supercross career in a blaze of glory, but it will be Las Vegas-style glory. Flash, panache, and television crews from CBS Sports may add glamour to the US Open weekend, but you can bet it’ll be the mud and dust of a rural motocross track that comes to mind when he thinks back on his best moments.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-3060652457510710943?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/3060652457510710943/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=3060652457510710943' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/3060652457510710943'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/3060652457510710943'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2007/09/carmichael-says-goodbye-at-rockstar.html' title='Carmichael Says Goodbye at the Rockstar Energy Drink US Open'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-3298152775280496890</id><published>2007-09-16T13:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:28:15.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grant Langston: A Long Road to the Top</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Grant Langston, one of the most established champions of the motocross world, was born with the heart of a lion. He was destined to become a world champion as far back as his family can remember. His competitive nature has taken him down the path to stardom and his skillful victories have solidified his success. Let’s take a closer look at his story of motorbike racing.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;To understand how far back the love of competitive racing is embedded into the mind of Grant Langston, we have a journey to undergo. It started early, very early. Grant was born on June 17, 1982 in Durban, South Africa. A short 9 years and change later, he was given a special dispensation from the controllers of Motorsport South Africa to race at senior motocross levels. Rising to the challenge, he won a heat at King’s Park at the National Supercross Championships. The average competitor there was five years his senior. Thus began the reputation of Langston as being a ferocious competitor and a force to be reckoned with.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="more-137"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In 1993, this budding reputation earned Grant a spot on the Castrol Honda Motocross Team. He was leading the way to the National Championship when he endured a severe femur breakage and was put in the hospital for the next three months. He also had to take the remainder of the year off from racing for the purposes of healing and rehabilitation. Remember, he was only 11 years old at the time. This future champion’s mind was already settled as to his destiny.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1994 marked the year of Grant Langston’s comeback trail. He emerged from his debilitating accident with one leg 2 cm shorter than the other. It must have been a good thing because he not only was winning at national levels by mid-season, he was dominating. Winning five of the last eight National Championship heats delivered him to a second place finish in the South African Championship. He also reigned as champion that year in the Natal Supercross Championship and placed second in the Natal Motocross Championship.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Here’s a list of achievements from Grant in 1995 alone:&lt;br /&gt;•    Natal 80cc Motocross &amp;amp; Supercross Champion&lt;br /&gt;•    Southern African Amateur Champion&lt;br /&gt;•    Won all five heats entered in the British Schoolboy Championships in the UK&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Honda did not officially sponsor a team in South Africa in 1995, but Grant was gobbled up by Kawasaki. Grant’s winning record and fame continued to grow. At the age of 14, in 1997 Grant was crowned the youngest rider to have ever won the 125cc National Championship. At the finish of the 1998 season, Grant was ranked 35th in the world due to a 9th place finish in the French Gran Prix. At the end of 1999, he was ranked 10th in the world (still at only 17 years old)!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In 1999, Grant was given full factory backing as a member of the KTM team.&lt;br /&gt;•    In 2000, Grant raced in 32 motos. He won 12, had 6 second-place finishes and 7 third-place finishes. Phenomenal!&lt;br /&gt;•    Grant was the 2000 Dutch 125cc Champion.&lt;br /&gt;•    Grant was the 2000 Mx des Nations Champion&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;In 2001, Grant was Vice Champion 125 Motocross / 4th 125 West Supercross (USA). In 2002, he was ranked 16th in the 125 Motocross category and 9th in the East 125 Supercross (USA). He was the 125 AMA Motocross Champion in 2003. In 2004, Grant stepped-up to the 250cc class and even raced in the 450 class at Apple Valley, CA finishing 3rd.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2007 delivered several top 5 finishes to Grant Langston’s record. He never finished less than 6th place in the AMA Motocross Championship races. As of September 9, 2007, Grant Langston was crowned the AMA Outdoor Motocross Champion.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Grant is 25 years old now. He has been on a journey to become a world champion all of his life. Through bone-breaking determination, sacrifice and persistence, Grant Langston has realized his dreams and aspirations. He is on top of the world as always and continues to race for his fans and for his life. You can read more about this champion’s champion at &lt;a href="http://www.langstonracing.com/" target="_blank" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/www.langstonracing.com');"&gt;http://www.langstonracing.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-3298152775280496890?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/3298152775280496890/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=3298152775280496890' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/3298152775280496890'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/3298152775280496890'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2007/09/grant-langston-long-road-to-top.html' title='Grant Langston: A Long Road to the Top'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-3364213512104755202</id><published>2007-09-06T13:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:27:05.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>2007 Motocross of Nations: Misfortune for Stewart Equals Opportunity for Ferry</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;They say every dog has his day, and that day may have come for Tim Ferry. It’s been announced that Ferry will take James “Bubba” Stewart’s place on Team USA at the 2007 Motocross of Nations.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Stewart injured his left knee while racing at the AMA Toyota Motocross Championship in July, and he won’t be fit in time for the Motocross of Nations event. James Stewart’s misfortune means an opportunity for Tim Ferry.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ferry will join team-mates Ricky Carmichael and Ryan Villopoto at Budds Creek, Maryland on September 22 &amp;amp; 23 for what promises to be the motocross experience of the year. Ninety-nine of the best racers in the world will come together in 33 teams to fight it out for the right to call themselves the best. Red Bull is the main sponsor, and you can bet that energy levels amongst fans and racers alike will be correspondingly high.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="more-138"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Both Ferry and Ricky Carmichael will have extra incentive to push the envelope; Ferry because he’s being parachuted in at the last minute, and Carmichael because he was forced to drop out of last year’s MXoN due to injury.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Tim Ferry looks promising, despite being a last-minute sub. First rank motocross riders all have impressive injury records, and Ferry is no exception. He’s suffered the usual roster of racing injuries: busted knees, broken bones, contusions and lacerations. Known as a hard-working, dogged character, Ferry has had a rollercoaster of a career; he’s been dropped by two different sponsors over the years, but has had a fantastic 2007 season with AMA Motocross. And the man he’s replacing is ten years Ferry’s junior. That combination of factors can’t help but light a burning desire in Tim Ferry to prove his place among the top-guns at MXon in September.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When the world’s best motocross racers come together in Maryland in a few weeks you can be sure that the members of Team USA, Tim Ferry especially, will be doing their utmost to ensure that the United States brings back the “gold” for a second year in a row.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-3364213512104755202?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/3364213512104755202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=3364213512104755202' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/3364213512104755202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/3364213512104755202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2007/09/2007-motocross-of-nations-misfortune.html' title='2007 Motocross of Nations: Misfortune for Stewart Equals Opportunity for Ferry'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-1284895446498002999</id><published>2007-08-29T13:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:26:03.927-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Motocross Fitness: A 21st Century Workout</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Anyone who’s done any motocross racing knows that there’s a lot more to the sport, physically, than just riding a motorcycle around a track a few times. It’s a bit like wrestling a bad-tempered 200lb rocket that fights your every attempt to control it. Perhaps it’s not such a surprise then, to discover that the physical fitness levels of professional motocross racers rival those of world-class athletes.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just watch as your favorite driver’s body torques in mid-air, twisting to counter-balance the weight of his bike, before hitting the ground again at 80mph. It’s like watching a new, dangerous aerial martial art, with a bit of weight-lifting thrown in. Every corner riders take demands superb balance and lots of strength in the shoulders, arms, and legs.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The National Sport Health Institute did a study in the 1980s in which they compared the fitness levels of motocross racers with those of football, soccer, and track stars. The motocross subjects scored just as well in strength and heart rate tests as the other athletes. Face it, if you’re not in superb condition you’re not going to last 35 minutes at top speed on a motocross bike.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;The sports industry has cottoned onto this fact as well. There are a multitude of motocross fitness training courses you can sign up for nowadays that promise to get you into winning form. Many chiropractors specialise in motocross injuries (and in manipulating the body to avoid them in the first place). More and more professional motocross riders have personal chiropractors who attend races with them. Medical pit crew.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Of course, having a tame chiropractor can come in handy when the inevitable injuries occur: head injuries, torn rotator cuffs, dislocated shoulders, broken wrists, ankle fractures, wrecked knees, broken collarbones, lacerations, bruises… Motocross is a dangerous sport. That’s why riders take every precaution and maintain peak physical fitness; they can’t afford for their bodies to let them down.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Still, once you’ve known the thrill of the motocross race course, you’ll know the pain is worth it. As the sport continues to grow in popularity, motocross stars will become as renowned for their physical prowess as they are their racing. David Beckham, eat your heart out.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-1284895446498002999?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/1284895446498002999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=1284895446498002999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/1284895446498002999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/1284895446498002999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2007/08/motocross-fitness-21st-century-workout.html' title='Motocross Fitness: A 21st Century Workout'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-1449976978729011185</id><published>2007-08-01T13:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:25:07.725-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goodbye to the Honda!</title><content type='html'>I have sold the CRF250R to a kid off of craigslist. I went back and forth on the subject but finally decided to just do it. At first, I was going to sell it just because I was frustrated and decided riding MX isn’t worth having to go through the frustrations of injury. A day later I come back to my senses and remembered I love riding and I would be miserable without it, as I’m sure Alev knows by now. But I think the bike had to go either way. If it was sitting in the garage I would be tempted to take it out again before my body is ready. Also, in the back of my mind I think there is some bad energy with the bike now that I don’t want around when I start riding again. So out with the old and in with the new…sometime next March.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-1449976978729011185?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/1449976978729011185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=1449976978729011185' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/1449976978729011185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/1449976978729011185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2007/08/goodbye-to-honda.html' title='Goodbye to the Honda!'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-7843361290672066269</id><published>2007-07-10T13:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:24:02.933-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I thought it was time to post some real updates on my ongoings. A lot of stuff has been going on, most of it being shitty. Now I’m not sure about most people, but it’s normal for me to have at least one really super shit month a year. It’s the times when everything just seems to be piling up and nothing goes right. Most years it’s a bunch of cars problems mounting up at the same time. This year I hit the mother load. I would say the shit storm started in March and continues till this day. Let’s go through the past couple months real quick. Here it is, in no real order.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="more-66"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. Various car issues pop up at the same time as yearly bonuses. The STI shredded a tire on the way home from work one day. So I replaced all tires. At this time I found out I had 5% left on the brake pads. STI brake pads go for $300-400 dollars for the fronts and $250 for the rears. The bonus was gone pretty much the day I got it. Along with the STI, the truck once again needed some brake work done. In April the Tahoe has gotten added to the mix with it’s own issues eating away at the bank. We have since sold the STI.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. On April 12th while riding ADV for the Wood’s Fun Center free day, I avoided a near crash on the dirt bike. But by avoiding the crash I tore the ACL in my right knee. On April 23rd, I had surgery on the knee to reconstruct the ACL. For about 3 weeks after it was complete hell. I would describe the following weeks like having to learn how to walk again.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. One day in May, I had a manager at work come up to me and asked me if I would be interested in interviewing for his team. Hell yeah! Only one problem, my current manager is a douche bag. I have tried to leave on two different occasions and he has not let me go. He even had gone so far to threaten to tell other managers that I wasnâ€™t doing my job. Anyway, I said I wanted to move and that turned into a whole other shit storm. Thankfully, the new manager stuck it out through the storm and I got my release date.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. Day before my vacation more car problems started. After getting back from vacation I had to deal with those problems. Woo Hoo! Welcome home!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. July 1st, 2 months and 1 week after my ACL reconstruction, I reinjured my leg. I was 100% sure that I had completely torn my ACL again. I found out a few days later that the ACL was still intact but was attenuated. I need to continue rehab and I will find out next week if I need surgery again. In the words of Gay Robot, Good Times!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, the good times continue. But itâ€™s really no big thang. I just hope that next year returns to the one month shit storm.&lt;/p&gt; Peace out! Keep lovin' life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-7843361290672066269?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/7843361290672066269/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=7843361290672066269' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/7843361290672066269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/7843361290672066269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2007/07/updates.html' title='Updates'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-3825930962882837767</id><published>2007-05-15T13:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:23:16.505-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Much like Jerry Falwell...</title><content type='html'>this site is dead!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oooohhhh! too soon?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-3825930962882837767?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/3825930962882837767/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=3825930962882837767' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/3825930962882837767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/3825930962882837767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2007/05/much-like-jerry-falwell.html' title='Much like Jerry Falwell...'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-5881120340159293506</id><published>2007-03-20T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:22:17.623-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a little slow</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I have been pretty busy trying to get content and traffic built for &lt;a href="http://www.mxconnection.net/forum/" target="_blank" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/www.mxconnection.net');"&gt;MXConnection.net&lt;/a&gt;. So busy that I haven’t really had time to think about anything else. Trying to launch an online community is a lot harder than I imagined.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Officially the board has been opened since February 12 and we didn’t see any new users until a couple weeks later. Eeek! I think my initial thought was I will open a new forum for MX and I will get a ton of people to join. But now I know, and should have known before, that just starting a new forum is not going to get users to you. So I have been doing a ton of reading on what other admins have done to build traffic. To sum up what I found, building traffic equals building content for the site and getting the word out.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;We are doing a few things right now to help get the word out about the site. The biggest thing, I think, is we (Alev and I) created a &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/motocrossconnection" target="_blank" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/www.myspace.com');"&gt;myspace page for MXConnection&lt;/a&gt;. We did a few local searches and added as many local riders as we could and from there we starting branching out worldwide. Currently our friend list is 323 strong and still growing. The other stuff we are doing is smaller but people swear by it. The “small stuff” includes adding the link to the site to our email &amp;amp; forum signatures. As well as doing some link exchange stuff with other web admins.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Now, I have notice a small tiny problem with the order I’ve done things. I’m building traffic for a site that, content-wise, is lacking. Currently we have Motocross Track Locator, MX Glossary, Arcade, and a Virtual Garage in the works. I originally thought the Locator would be a huge draw but even that takes some working developing traffic, that is a whole another story. So even though we have seen an increase in traffic we are not seeing an increase in user registrations. Users don’t want to register for a site with no users/postings. So I’m trying to bust my ass getting a ton of posts on the board and making sure all postings go answered. I hope this will help get some more users on the site.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As soon as I take the time I will start developing more non-forum content. I am hoping to get some Articles, Tutorials, and Reviews underway. I have a slight problem with this. My writing skills sucks some balls, as you can tell by my blog. I don’t have the confidence to write the quality stuff I would want for the site. So I may have to find myself an editor (hello Sis!) or find someone who would like to write for the site. If someone happens to come across this and would like to write for MXC please contact me.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That is pretty much the happenings with me and the MXC project. Riding is pretty stale right now but I will update on that in another posting.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Peace Out!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-5881120340159293506?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/5881120340159293506/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=5881120340159293506' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/5881120340159293506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/5881120340159293506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2007/03/im-little-slow.html' title='I&apos;m a little slow'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-1675243354663313631</id><published>2007-03-14T13:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:21:43.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Motocross Track Locator</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Some have heard me talk about the &lt;a href="http://www.mxconnection.net/locator" target="_blank" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/www.mxconnection.net');"&gt;Motocross Track Locator&lt;/a&gt; I have been working on. I have even mentioned it here on SRR.com. But what I haven’t done is explain to the wonderful readers of SRR what the locator does for people.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Mainly, the locator is going to allow dirt riders (MX, Trails, SX, &amp;amp; ATV) to find tracks within a given distance to a given zip code. For instance, I live in 78664. I can use this zip code to perform a search for tracks within 10, 25,50,100,250 miles. The closest track to me is Austin-Del Valle MX Park at 25 miles.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Another use would be for riders planning a vacation. If anyone out there is like myself, I want to take a vacation that includes hitting up as many different riding spots as possible. My destination of choice would be California. So assuming I know where in California I am going to be, I could plugin the zip code or city and find the closest tracks. Man! I can’t wait to hit up Cali for some riding.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I hope that is a clear explanation of it.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Moving on, I think it’s fair to say that the &lt;a href="http://www.mxconnection.net/locator" target="_blank" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/www.mxconnection.net');"&gt;Motocross Track Locator&lt;/a&gt; is finished. We currently have over a 120 track listed from around the U.S. These are all ones that we have hunted down and manually entered. I’m sure there are a ton of tracks that are not listed. Unfortunately, many tracks websites don’t list the physical address of the track, just a dinky map that is very useless for people that don’t know the area.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Alev and I will continue to add tracks that we find. We are hoping that track owners will find the tool and realize how useful it will be for them and riders.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If any track owners happen upon this site and would like their track added to the locator please send an email with the details (name, physical address, website, phone #, and anything else you can think of) of the track to &lt;a href="mailto:locator@mxconnection.net"&gt;locator@mxconnection.net.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Peace Out.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-1675243354663313631?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/1675243354663313631/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=1675243354663313631' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/1675243354663313631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/1675243354663313631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2007/03/motocross-track-locator.html' title='Motocross Track Locator'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-4252778118686869295</id><published>2007-03-06T13:20:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:21:08.995-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Top 10 in Music</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Today is proving to be quite a boring day. It could be because I don't see Anna Nicole on TV every 5 minutes or the fact I have been staring into space all day long. I can't point out the reason for my boredom. I will just chalk it up to the mysteries of life. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;While I stared at the wall I was thinking about starving children in Africa, the war in Iraq, and possibly adopting my own foriegn baby. But all this was quickly forgotten as I started to think about something more important. My TOP 10 ALBUMS!!! Plus some other lists. I like sharing useless information. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Of course the lists below will change in the future as I experience more music.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;TOP 10 Albums: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. Rage Against The Machine - Evil Empire&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. Johnny Cash - at Folsom Prison &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. Korn - Korn &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. Deftones - Around the Fur &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. Michael Jackson - Thriller &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. Tool - Aenima &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. Tupac - All Eyez on Me &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8. Stevie Wonder - Innervisions &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9. System of a Down - System of a Down &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10. Sam Cooke - Best of Sam Cooke  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Other albums that were close to top 10: Use your Illusion - GNR, De Stijl- White Stripes, Otis Redding Collection, Ray Charles, self titled RATM, Everything from RHCP is great. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10 Over-Rated Bands/Performers: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. Nirvana &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. Elvis Presley &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. Frank Sinatra &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. Pink Floyd &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. Jay-Z &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. Black Sabbath/Ozzie Osbourne &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. KISS &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8. Public Enemy &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9. Soundgarden &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10. The Rolling Stones  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Best Albums of 2006: &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;1. Deftones - Saturday Night Wrist &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;2. Red Hot Chili Peppers - Stadium Arcadium *Yes I agree with the Grammys* &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;3. Massive Attack - Collected &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4. Johnny Cash - American Recording V &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;5. Justin Timberlake - Future Sexshahshs don't know the rest. As much as I hate to admit it he is just that good. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;6. Gnarles Barkley - St. Elsewhere &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;7. Shiny Toy Guns - We are Pilots &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;8. Killswitch Engage - As Daylight Dies &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;9. Korn - See You on the Other Side * this might have been 2005. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;10. The Roots - Game Theory   &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think that is pretty much it for now. I feel like Ryan Seacrest with all this TOP 10 music stuff. Maybe I can host America's Top 40. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Enjoy the rest of your day. Don't let the bad stuff get you down. Keep it positive!  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Peace Out!&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Sir Robbie Rob Out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-4252778118686869295?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/4252778118686869295/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=4252778118686869295' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/4252778118686869295'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/4252778118686869295'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2007/03/top-10-in-music.html' title='Top 10 in Music'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-7757090157664134977</id><published>2007-02-27T13:19:00.001-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:20:02.392-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding Updates Part Deux!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;     &lt;p&gt; I forgot to mention the current happenings with the bike in the other post. On Monday February 19th, I dropped the bike off at &lt;a href="http://www.woodsfuncenter.com/" target="_blank" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/www.woodsfuncenter.com');"&gt;Woods Fun Center&lt;/a&gt;. I dropped it off to get them to look over a sticky/stuck throttle problem and to re-jet for C12 race gas. When they inspected the bike they pointed out the leaking fork seals.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I’ve yet to hear back from them about any going ons with the bike. I kind of hope the throttle problem isn’t some dinky fix. I spent a good while cleaning and inspecting everything I could think of. My man hood would be hurt if it turns out to be a dirty throttle cable.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Anyway, Peace out…Shabba!&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-7757090157664134977?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/7757090157664134977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=7757090157664134977' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/7757090157664134977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/7757090157664134977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2007/02/riding-updates-part-deux.html' title='Riding Updates Part Deux!'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-6870298088171482881</id><published>2007-02-27T13:19:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:19:30.502-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Riding Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;     &lt;p&gt; I know I haven't updated anything in regards to my riding. At first it was due to the crappy weather we had in Texas. But now it is just due to my growing frustrations with my lack of improvements on the bike. So when I'm off the bike I want to forget about the previous ride and not even think about the next. So that kind of explains why I started talking about my other ongoing projects on the SRR blog. But since we are on the subject, I will give you a run down of some of my possible problems on the bike. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; First, I think I am completely over thinking every movement I make on the track. For example, I head into a turn mentally going over where my elbows, knees, feet need to be and sometimes which direction the wind in Saudi Arabia is blowing. So when I hit the turn I have nearly slowed down to a crawl. If this happens in a heavily rutted turn I am going to pop out of a rut. If I pop out I either land on my face and/or screw up my confidence for the upcoming jump.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Second, I can't stop comparing myself to other people on the track. Even if someone has been riding 5 years compared to my 11 months I will compare myself to them. If I think I fall short of them, most cases I do, this screws up my confidence for the day. For some people this would be their motivation to get their ass moving. For me, it's the opposite and I start riding like I'm out for a Sunday drive. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Another problem I hit, I think is more physical than mental. Or it could be a little of both. Prior to riding MX, I haven't participated in any physical activities since High School. Even in High School I wasn't a competitive person. So when I get on the track(Not CCCP, I hate this track as I haven't ever been able to get a good feel of the day track) I am able to run a limited amount of what I consider good laps. When I start to get tired I have not been able to push myself to go further. Mentally I tell myself I'm making mistakes from being tired and I don't want to end up taking a bad hit. I don't really think this is a bad thing but isn't this how you progress? By maning up and forgetting your fears for a second. My thought on this is that if I was able to find a physical trainer they would push me past my limits. Hopefully allowing me to be more mentally strong on the track. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; There is more issue I can think about. But I'm not sure how to break it down. There are times when I wake up on a riding day and feel kind of loopy. These are the days I tell myself I shouldn't go out riding. But I go out anyway and end up with a crappy day. Killing any confidence I may have built in the previous ride. This just doesn't happen on riding days but really only the days I notice it. It's like I have temporary retardation or something. My motor skills are really whack. I try talking or completing a thought and its like I'm been deprived of oxygen. At work I don't really care about this problem. Work is something I don't enjoy. But when I go out riding I want the best possible performance and feel like I've made progress. Could this be a vitamin thing? or something else? I know this one may sound like garble but like I said I'm not sure how to break it down. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  Anyway that is pretty much where my head has been with my riding. I am trying out some things to hopefully improve my physical and mental states. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Physically, I have started my diet again. I think I'm in the 4 or 5th week and I'm down about 18 pounds. I also want to find a place to start doing pilates and kickboxing. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Mentally, I have started taking a multi-vitamin today. I also started taking Strattera again in January. I have notice an improvement with keeping my eyes ahead of my tire. But it created some sleeping problems that I believe I'm now over. Hopefully next time I go out it will be after getting a good nights sleep. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Whether I know you or not, I would love to have any feedback on some of the problems I described. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Peace out!&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-6870298088171482881?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/6870298088171482881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=6870298088171482881' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/6870298088171482881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/6870298088171482881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2007/02/riding-updates.html' title='Riding Updates'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-8429717115940794350</id><published>2007-01-17T13:18:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:18:43.028-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Latest Updates</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;     &lt;p&gt; Since riding has been a rare thing lately, I have been trying to get some of my web projects back in motion. The main one that I am working on is &lt;a href="http://www.mxconnection.net/" target="_blank" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/www.mxconnection.net');"&gt;The Motocross Connection&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Currently I am using the CMS &lt;a href="http://www.geeklog.net/" target="_blank" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/www.geeklog.net');"&gt;Geeklog&lt;/a&gt; as the backend for the MXC. I may be changing this very shortly as I have not been very satisfied with the support from that community. I am trying to put together a &lt;a href="http://mxconnection.net/index.php?page=mxlocator" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/mxconnection.net');"&gt;MX Park Locator&lt;/a&gt; geeklog plugin but some aspects of it are way over my head. I posted to the geeklog forums and the only response I received was from a douche in Stockholm saying he would help me for “several thousand dollars”. LOL! Many of the users in the community act like they don’t want anyone else to have the knowledge they might. If that is the way it is then Geeklog is going to die off. I am going try to work with it a little more. If I don’t start to gain any ground I will most likely move to &lt;a href="http://www.subdreamer.com/" target="_blank" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/www.subdreamer.com');"&gt;Subdreamer&lt;/a&gt; or &lt;a href="http://www.vbulletin.com/" target="_blank" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/www.vbulletin.com');"&gt;VBulletin&lt;/a&gt; with &lt;a href="http://www.vbadvanced.com/" target="_blank" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/www.vbadvanced.com');"&gt;VbAdvanced CMPS&lt;/a&gt;. Both of these seem to handle building a online community better that Geeklog.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;span id="more-51"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;If you have visited &lt;a href="http://www.redslush.com/" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/www.redslush.com');"&gt;redslush.com&lt;/a&gt; before, you will notice that I have once again changed the page. Previously, I was using a blog backend called &lt;a href="http://trac.typosphere.org/" target="_blank" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/trac.typosphere.org');"&gt;typo&lt;/a&gt;. The main reason I went with it was because it was built using &lt;a href="http://www.rubyonrails.org/" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/www.rubyonrails.org');"&gt;Ruby on Rails&lt;/a&gt;. But the application is far from being usable. I may revisit it in the near future. Now the site is running on &lt;a href="http://www.drupal.org/" target="_blank" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/www.drupal.org');"&gt;Drupal&lt;/a&gt;. I have dabbed with it in the past and was impressed.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As soon as I make some headway with &lt;a href="http://www.mxconnection.net/" target="_blank" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/www.mxconnection.net');"&gt;mxconnection.net,&lt;/a&gt; I will start working on my other projects like the Online Cookbook using RoR, &lt;a href="http://www.theswalls.com/" target="_blank" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/www.theswalls.com');"&gt;theswalls&lt;/a&gt;, and many others I haven’t started.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Peace out!&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-8429717115940794350?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/8429717115940794350/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=8429717115940794350' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8429717115940794350'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8429717115940794350'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2007/01/latest-updates.html' title='Latest Updates'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-7174504183954154373</id><published>2006-12-25T13:17:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:18:06.793-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Merry Effen Christmas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Merry Christmas to all you awesome people! Like I posted in my previous post, not too much going on with my riding. I am still having on and off days. I have yet to have two consistent weekends where I walk away pleased with how the day went. I am starting to think it is all mental. I am over thinking every little action on the track. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Anyway, Xmas is today! The family were very good to me today. My wife hooked me up with new Fox Racing Honda 180 Jersey, Pants and Gloves. Pimp. My Dad, Mom, Sister and Brother-in-Law surprised the hell out of me with a HJC ACX3 Carbon helmet. I think I almost jeezed my pants when I unwrapped the gift and saw the HJC letters. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Here are some pictures for your enjoyment.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-7174504183954154373?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/7174504183954154373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=7174504183954154373' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/7174504183954154373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/7174504183954154373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-effen-christmas.html' title='Merry Effen Christmas!'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-8348058562455343231</id><published>2006-12-20T13:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:17:09.533-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Word to your Mutha!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;Nothing much going on with the riding. I'm not planning on making any worthwhile updates until Christmas is over and done with. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;See you in the new year! &lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-8348058562455343231?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/8348058562455343231/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=8348058562455343231' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8348058562455343231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8348058562455343231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2006/12/word-to-your-mutha.html' title='Word to your Mutha!'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-8672212956169258826</id><published>2006-12-01T13:16:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:16:29.142-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can I ask you a personal question?</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do you douche? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;No? &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;Well you should! Yo shit stanks!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;That was taken from a script for a Massengil commercial that never made it on air. I don't really know why. If I would have seen that I would have started douching 3, maybe even 4, times a day.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ok acting like a retard is done…for now anyway. Thanksgiving is over and I plan on going riding tomorrow. This week we Texans have had to put up with weather we aren't used to. Hopefully the ground will dry up and CCCP will be able to have a nicely prepped track. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I have some new things I want to try out to help me keep my momentum going during the day. Last time I went riding I was dead tired at the end of the day. I am planning on some higher protein snacks throughout the day. Hopefully I will see some improvements in performance. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-8672212956169258826?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/8672212956169258826/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=8672212956169258826' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8672212956169258826'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8672212956169258826'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2006/12/can-i-ask-you-personal-question.html' title='Can I ask you a personal question?'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-4868139994427299519</id><published>2006-11-04T13:14:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:15:24.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The New Hotness</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;Earlier this week I posted the Kawasaki for sale/trade on craigslist. That same day I received an email from a guy with a 2004 Honda CRF250 . Here is the email:&lt;/p&gt; &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;I have a 2004 Honda CRF250 that my son rides and he might consider a trade. The bike is in very good condition and is a powerful and fast bike. However, the 4 stroke power is much easier to manage than that of a 2 stroke as you know. I will talk to him later on today to see if he might be interested in getting back on a 2 stroke. Our bike has approx. 45-50 hours andruns great. Pro Circuit T4 exhaust and radiator guards and OneIndustries Graphics package. My name is Jon and we are in Southwest Austin.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Thanks&lt;/p&gt; &lt;/blockquote&gt; &lt;p&gt;After a few more emails back and forth we decided to meet at the Austin-Del Valle MX Park on November 4. The plan was to get a feel for each other's bikes and make sure we we like the ride. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;As soon as I got on the bike and rode it around the parking lot I knew I was going to like it. The power delivery and handling of the bike felt 10 times better than the Kawasaki. After we both drove around the parking lot we jumped on the National track and took about 3 laps. Then we pulled to the side of the track and switched back bikes for comparisons. That only lasted 1 lap. He didn't like how soft his bike felt and I still found it difficult to get the power down to the ground. After I rode the bike all day I knew I was going to see some consistent improvements. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just to make a long story short, I traded the Kawasaki + $300 for this awesome bike. 4-Strokes &gt; 2-Strokes&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-4868139994427299519?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/4868139994427299519/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=4868139994427299519' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/4868139994427299519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/4868139994427299519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2006/11/new-hotness.html' title='The New Hotness'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-8874368394787589490</id><published>2006-10-31T13:13:00.000-06:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:14:19.186-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motocross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='kawasaki kx250'/><title type='text'>Stalemate</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;I think I am hitting a stalemate when it comes to my riding. I don't think within the past two months my riding has improved at all. A big part of that I think it the Kawasaki. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Before I bought the bike I told people I was looking at moving from a 4 stroke to a 2 stroke and they looked at me like I was retarded. Even after I got the KX250 and rode it I didn't understand what the big deal was. Now that my skills have improved I am finding that riding the 2 stroke is seriously difficult at my skill level. In hopes of bettering myself as a rider I have posted the bike for sale on Craigslist and TON. I have asked for $2900 or a trade for a 250 4 stroke.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-8874368394787589490?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/8874368394787589490/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=8874368394787589490' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8874368394787589490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8874368394787589490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2006/10/stalemate.html' title='Stalemate'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-3489246943924437713</id><published>2006-10-22T13:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:13:34.989-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motocross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Austin-DelValle MX'/><title type='text'>Practice 10/22/06 - ADV</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;After taking two weeks off from riding, I have returned!!!! I know what you're saying. How could I have left the sport knowing my absence would ruin it. Attendance records has dropped 96%, fans have committed suicide. All I can say is A playa has to do what a playa has to do. Nah mean?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;  After feeling like Robert Downey Jr in rehab I thought I may need to take a break. The break must have been a good thing because I was on my game today. Granted my game wasn't quite good enough for the day track on ADV. So I stuck to working on my corner speeds on the Veteran/Beginner track.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After warming up I ran into this guy Dennis I met at CCCP a few weeks back. We have been riding MX bikes for about the same amount of time and our skills are about par with each other. Dennis suggested we race around the Vet track. We did and I must say it was a blast. I got more out of these runs then I have gotten in the past 2 months of riding my my lonesome. I felt pretty quick but no matter how much ahead I got he would always catch me in the corners.  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Towards the end of the day I decided to jump onto the National track. I haven't been able to get into a groove like the first time I rode it. During my last lap on the track I came up short on the Finish line and cased it. My head went into the handlebars pushing my helmet over my eyes. As my helmet got pushed up my googles ripped the hell out of my eye brows. Good times! &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;More pictures from today are in the gallery: &lt;a href="http://www.redslush.com/gallery/thumbnails.php?album=7" target="_blank" onclick="javascript:urchinTracker ('/outbound/www.redslush.com');"&gt;http://www.sirrobbierob.com/gallery/main.php?g2_itemId=3651&amp;amp;g2_page=2&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-3489246943924437713?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/3489246943924437713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=3489246943924437713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/3489246943924437713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/3489246943924437713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2006/10/practice-102206-adv.html' title='Practice 10/22/06 - ADV'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-5966012169934005563</id><published>2006-10-08T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:11:40.558-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='motocross'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cross Creek MX'/><title type='text'>Practice 10/08/06 - CCCP</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;My four day weekend of sweet ass riding was just not meant to be. First I over did it on Friday leaving me sore for Saturday. Then, Ian and Tye flake out on me today. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I woke up today feeling good but kind of medicine head feeling. But I was determined to go out today. So I packed up the bike, dog and wife and headed out to CCCP.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Shortly after arriving I started booting up.  Into strapping up the first boot I got seriously out of breathe. These are not new boots. They have been broken in and are easy to strap up. When I say easy think about how easy it would be to get into Tonya Harding's pants. Yeah! It's that easy. So there is no reason I should have been out of breathe. I didn't really think anything of it so I went onto the track. Half way through my first lap on the night track I was really fucking out of breathe. I felt like I just ran a long distance. I just taking a break and getting back on the track and the same thing happened. With the shortness of breathe I couldn't focus on keeping my heading up. So I was making mistakes left and right. Probably no more than an hour after getting to CCCP I packed up and left. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Maybe I am coming down with something? Did I maybe catch something after that night with Tonya Harding?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;4 days of sweet ass riding were not meant to be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-5966012169934005563?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/5966012169934005563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=5966012169934005563' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/5966012169934005563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/5966012169934005563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2006/10/practice-100806-cccp.html' title='Practice 10/08/06 - CCCP'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-8736853913246913541</id><published>2006-10-07T13:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:10:46.646-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Practice</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="entry"&gt;     &lt;p&gt;No practice today. I am feeling like what you look like.  Ooooooooh Snap!  &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Just Kidding, you know I love you. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;Ian and Tye said they would want to go out to CCCP tomorrow. So I will rest up and continue my &lt;strong&gt;&lt;strike&gt;four&lt;/strike&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; three day weekend of riding.&lt;/p&gt;       &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-8736853913246913541?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/8736853913246913541/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=8736853913246913541' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8736853913246913541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/8736853913246913541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2006/10/no-practice.html' title='No Practice'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-6764192770548397462</id><published>2006-10-06T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:09:43.905-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Practice 10/06/06 - CCCP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sirrobbierob.com/wp-content/uploads/thumb-DSCF1888.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.sirrobbierob.com/wp-content/uploads/thumb-DSCF1888.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Around the half way mark yesterday I got the itch…not that itch. I am currently treating that one with topical cream. I am talking about the itch for riding. I knew just going for a couple hours after work was not going to scratch the itch I had. I felt the need, the need for speed, 4 days of it.  &lt;p&gt; Right away I start looking at my team's calendar to see if Friday and Monday were available. What do you know, only one person scheduled to be off. Boo Yaa! A short phone call later to my team lead and I had a 4 day weekend. 4 days of some sweet ass dirt bike riding. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;This morning my ass was out of bed at 6:45 and the truck was packed up no later than 7:05. This is a huge thing for me. Since I have developed a strong dislike of my job I haven't been able to get out of bed no earlier than 7:30. But if dirt bikes are mentioned we (Me and My Ass) can't get up early enough. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;After I dropped Alev off at work and made the normal stops for water and energy drinks I got to the track between 8:30-9:00. I geared up and took a few warm up laps around the night track. Just from my putting around I could tell that today was going to be a good day. &lt;/p&gt; After I was warmed up and my muscles were bulging (No my muscles don't really bulge. I just wanted to say bulging and this was probably the only appropriate way I could use the word) things were just…flowing. I don't know how else to describe it. My speed was picking up on each lap, my body had a perfect stance and jumps were just passing underneath my feet. I was even getting good speed coming out of the sand turn. That is a huge success for me. I was able to keep up the good pace even after taking some long breaks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.sirrobbierob.com/wp-content/uploads/thumb-DSCF1884.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.sirrobbierob.com/wp-content/uploads/thumb-DSCF1884.JPG" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Around 12 I called Ian and let him know that I was out at the track just in case Tye or himself wanted to join. Not sure why I was doing as I was pretty much done for the day. I also didn't think he would say he would come out because, well he has a broken ankle. Nope! He would be out there in an hour. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;When Ian got there I was completely out of energy. But I felt the need to ride anyway. How often is it that I ride with anyone. Broken Ankle or not I couldn't help make sure I was going faster than him. By the end of the day I was dead tired. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt;I think I may have just screwed up my 4 day riding weekend. I am going to be hurting tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-6764192770548397462?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/6764192770548397462/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=6764192770548397462' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/6764192770548397462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/6764192770548397462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2006/10/practice-100606-cccp.html' title='Practice 10/06/06 - CCCP'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-4361877658799264351</id><published>2006-10-01T13:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:06:31.339-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Theme Completed</title><content type='html'>&lt;p&gt;New theme is complete. It's pretty slick if I don't say so myself. I enjoy doing these themes. Which is why I change them some much. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; If you want a theme for wordpress done let me know. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; Leave some comments with your thoughts about the theme. &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p&gt; My next project is probably finding a way to auto change themes every week or so. This would help keep things fresh for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-4361877658799264351?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/4361877658799264351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=4361877658799264351' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/4361877658799264351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/4361877658799264351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2006/10/new-theme-completed.html' title='New Theme Completed'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4375246163106810330.post-4822396192351372064</id><published>2006-09-18T13:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-18T13:06:01.812-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Pardon our progress.</title><content type='html'>I am going to be working on a new theme for SRR.com. I have grown tired of this 2 column layout(Big surprise!). I am going to try and work on a 3 column so that I can start posting some pictures in the posts.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4375246163106810330-4822396192351372064?l=sirrobbierob.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/feeds/4822396192351372064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4375246163106810330&amp;postID=4822396192351372064' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/4822396192351372064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4375246163106810330/posts/default/4822396192351372064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sirrobbierob.blogspot.com/2006/09/pardon-our-progress.html' title='Pardon our progress.'/><author><name>Rob Mitchell</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://redslush.com/graphics/srr_himself.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
