<?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-4147514</id><updated>2011-04-21T11:28:30.280-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lou sucks</title><subtitle type='html'>my thoughts and rants</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>131</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-109988731686666423</id><published>2004-11-07T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T20:15:16.866-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"A little patience, and we shall see the reign of witches pass over,their spells dissolve, and the people, recovering their true sight,restore their government to its true principles."It is true that in the meantime we are suffering deeply in spirit, andincurring the horrors of a war and long oppressions of enormous publicdebt."If the game runs sometimes against us at home we must have patience </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/109988731686666423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/109988731686666423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2004_11_07_archive.html#109988731686666423' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-109951119866212864</id><published>2004-11-03T11:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T11:46:38.663-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FuckFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCKCUFKCFUCKCUFKCFUCKFUCKFUCKFUCK</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/109951119866212864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/109951119866212864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2004_10_31_archive.html#109951119866212864' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-109519535210680999</id><published>2004-09-14T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-14T13:55:52.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Man its been forever.  I dont want to give excuses, cause they dont matter. I am just interested in the moment. Whats going on now that is pissing me off so bad that I came back here to write about it.  John Kerry's lead has went away because of a bogus book, and Bush is a lying scum bag that thinks being in the national guard is braver than actually being in harms way in Vietnam. And people </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/109519535210680999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/109519535210680999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2004_09_12_archive.html#109519535210680999' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-109225904828645767</id><published>2004-08-11T14:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T14:17:28.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What good fortune for those in power that people do not think—Adolf HitlerA man tried to kill a town with a bulldozer, and not enough people are talking about it. In Granby Colorado , Marvin Heemeyer had been really busy for the past six months or so, busy enough to turn a common garden variety bulldozer, the kind that we all had as kids, into a make shift tank in order to reek dozer vengeance</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/109225904828645767'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/109225904828645767'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109225904828645767' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-109181828697957249</id><published>2004-08-06T11:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T11:51:26.980-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Drunken Iron Man quote of the week “ Leave me alone, don’t you have a wife to beat?”’ ::sounds of Iron Man throwing up::You know what rocks about being out of school? Being finally able to update the site again on a regular basis. That’s the plan anyway.  I am aware that I have made more “going to update more often now” promises than…. anyone really. I am the king of broken promises when it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/109181828697957249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/109181828697957249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109181828697957249' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-108745560025801268</id><published>2004-06-16T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-17T00:00:00.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trouble at the voting place, Alarms going off, Mass Confusion. OrRonald Regan is dead by God. This is something that every man, woman, child, plant, rock, and animal in this country knows for certain. He is dead. D.E.A.D.We have been informed, from all angles, of every aspect of the death of Ronald Regan. He legacy has been greatly distorted in the need to make a reason for this coverage of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/108745560025801268'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/108745560025801268'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108745560025801268' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-108581484495650559</id><published>2004-05-29T00:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T00:14:04.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The world is going right to the dog catchers. Its fixing to get gassed for the protection of the greater good, ask not who the bell tolls, it tolls for thee.Good God I am paranoid this week.But shouldn’t I be?Gas prices just getting higher, terrorism looms on the horizon, the former governor of Alabama just got accused of fraud in the first order, to a tune of 100 thousand dollars stolen from</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/108581484495650559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/108581484495650559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108581484495650559' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-108510961750273895</id><published>2004-05-20T20:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-20T20:20:17.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Been a while. Not my fault in a sense that I meant to do this, but it is my fault in a sense that I have not made the time to make with the updates. Personally, I blame Donald Rumsfield. Watching him getting grilled in a “justify your existence” manner is something that I look on with great joy. It was like a personal candy gram to me. Something that I look back on as one of the most joy </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/108510961750273895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/108510961750273895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2004_05_16_archive.html#108510961750273895' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-108326811644131807</id><published>2004-04-29T12:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T12:52:46.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>	Hate: a love poem.		Paris Hilton is Omega beast of hot sticky death to all mankind.Her famous for being famous fame is something that only America would create.What has she done to further the efforts of human society to better itself?She is the granddaughter of the founder of a hotel chain.A chain, I might add that has a hotel that bears her name. There is a Paris Hilton: the building, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/108326811644131807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/108326811644131807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108326811644131807' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-108274412025833724</id><published>2004-04-23T11:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T11:19:22.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Whats wrong with Superman and why the Passion of the Christ is part of it.People around me are being obsessed with Superman. A lot of it has to do with Smallville, the WB show of the life of a pre-Superman Clark Kent. And I just don’t understand it. The most interesting thing on that damn show , not counting the fact that the girls are unrealistically hot, is Lex Luthor.  Luthor is the best </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/108274412025833724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/108274412025833724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2004_04_18_archive.html#108274412025833724' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-108112989537701231</id><published>2004-04-04T18:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T10:23:31.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I deleted the other post because I thought it was a little stupid. If i disapear , i will handle it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/108112989537701231'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/108112989537701231'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2004_04_04_archive.html#108112989537701231' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-108093119421678002</id><published>2004-04-02T10:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T10:43:30.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, I just wanted to say that Hellboy the Movie was fantastically awesome, all of you should go see it, and that Jeph Jacques answered my questions for real here : http://www.questionablecontent.net/interview.phpCheck it out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/108093119421678002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/108093119421678002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108093119421678002' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-108080641507609269</id><published>2004-04-01T00:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T00:03:48.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have a special update for today, an interview with my friend Jeph Jacques, runner of the webcomic Questionable Content. As agreed upon before he even looked at the questions, here a cut and paste link to his site:     www.questionablecontent.net Questionable Content recently hit the 100 strip high mark and I decided it was time for an interview. And despite the harshness of his tone in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/108080641507609269'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/108080641507609269'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108080641507609269' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-108080263294390972</id><published>2004-03-31T22:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T23:02:25.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>blank</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/108080263294390972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/108080263294390972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108080263294390972' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-108058672111698103</id><published>2004-03-29T10:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-29T11:02:10.873-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Post Spring Break AftermathI have just conciliated the last time I will have the party time that is Spring Break. Sure, I have this week out of school as well, thanks to some strange twist of fate but it will be mostly used for home work catching upyness. There is a full Spring Break wrap up on the way, including an open letter declaring my undying love for Sarah Vowel, but thats for a time </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/108058672111698103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/108058672111698103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108058672111698103' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-107911668167611479</id><published>2004-03-12T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T10:41:08.483-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Someone is talking outside of school....I got a letter today, FROM CONGRESS.That alone should make anyone scared. Well, scared until you realize that its possible that this is only an election year ploy to get my vote, but I take this as a thinly veiled attempt to threaten me into going along with the status quo. Lets tear this little propaganda apart shall we?First off, the letter comes in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/107911668167611479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/107911668167611479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107911668167611479' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-107795422232645380</id><published>2004-02-27T23:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-27T23:46:31.246-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>	I got yer update right here......I am tired. Thanks to The Passion of Christ, I have been working near 10 hour shifts the past few days. Dealing with people that have just came off the mountain for the first time this century is causing me to run low on patience. I will try to save up all my rage on that subject until I get the chance to actually see the movie, but so far the viewers are just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/107795422232645380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/107795422232645380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2004_02_22_archive.html#107795422232645380' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-107610392900402035</id><published>2004-02-06T13:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T13:47:49.513-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Religion is what keeps the poor from murdering the rich-NapoleonIts raining.The sky has been attempting to start the next great flood for the last ten hours or so. A steady stream of sky juice attempting to wash clean all the filth that tends to be made by man. “I did it once,” it figures, “I can do it again”. The water flows down, over the saints and the sinners alike, over nice homes and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/107610392900402035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/107610392900402035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107610392900402035' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-107535509355560867</id><published>2004-01-28T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-28T21:47:02.780-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And now, something completely different. Lou Sucks fiction.I, Parrot                                                                                                              I don’t have a name. I am not counting the name that is repeatedly yelled in my general direction and I am expected to respond to. I was not consulted in the choosing of this name and therefore I am not claiming it </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/107535509355560867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/107535509355560867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107535509355560867' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-107458075981239008</id><published>2004-01-19T22:39:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-19T22:41:17.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am feeling more and more pressured by the state of the universe to consume more and more mind altering substances. This is not something that I have always been comfortable with, or even, something that I condone.But I have to do something when it is looking more and more parent that the world will be ending soon. Why do I say that?Could it be because my night terror of the second coming of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/107458075981239008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/107458075981239008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107458075981239008' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-107429067281060046</id><published>2004-01-16T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T14:06:26.170-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have been thinking about Inspector Gadget a lot lately.Could be the lack of sleep, but I think I have a really good idea on how to update and mass produce this idea into one kick ass movie. Yeah, I know they already made that movie with Matthew Brodrick and much later , French Stewart.  But they screwed up everything that made Inspector Gadget neat and interesting to make it more like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/107429067281060046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/107429067281060046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107429067281060046' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-107424155481897310</id><published>2004-01-16T00:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-16T00:27:47.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry about the lack of updates Tuesday. I ended up being at school all day Tuesday and Wednesday and didn’t really have that much time to write up any reviews.But, its Thursday and that means...comic book reviews.I don’t plan on doing a review of everything coming out just general recommendations and things I am seeing in comics.New X-Men- “Here comes Tomorrow”Grant Morrison continues </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/107424155481897310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/107424155481897310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107424155481897310' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-107395875231264235</id><published>2004-01-12T17:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-12T17:54:20.746-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its Moonday so it means it update day. I re-started my formal education today. Meaning that I actually came back from Holiday Break. I am just a little bit closer to my degree now. Soon I will be able to lord over all with my BA in the English Language. Which, to anyone that reads this site would be completely meaningless. I lack the abiltity to catch my own grammar and spelling errors on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/107395875231264235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/107395875231264235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2004_01_11_archive.html#107395875231264235' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-107371758541405907</id><published>2004-01-09T22:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-09T22:54:50.186-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it’s the end of the week and still not an update to be seen from me. Not like any of you are checking this site on a daily basis anyway. I used to update this thing daily, and this semester that plan has fallen to the way side. I blame sunspots and global warming, but I apologize, none the  less. Now, to the big news, Lou Sucks is getting a new format to work with the new look. The typical </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/107371758541405907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/107371758541405907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107371758541405907' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-107316512287747165</id><published>2004-01-03T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-01-03T13:26:58.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Just wanted to inform all of you that i am not dead at all and i still am tempting to write. Mostly, i have been writing about how tired i am, and have decided to not publish it.Alright, big news next week, new update and plans for the upcoming year.Lu</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/107316512287747165'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/107316512287747165'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_12_28_archive.html#107316512287747165' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-107230085176033226</id><published>2003-12-24T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T13:22:14.623-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So little boy, what do you want for Christmas?I might not be a little boy anymore, but I do want many things for Christmas. I also want to give people things for Christmas but lack the funds to get more than a few cheap presents that by no means express my feelings towards someone in present form. I am not good at that, normally my presents have some sorta strange connection to the person given</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/107230085176033226'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/107230085176033226'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_12_21_archive.html#107230085176033226' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-107165400100555824</id><published>2003-12-17T01:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T01:41:13.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, they caught the most dangerous person in the known universe.No, not Osma Bin Laden.And by known universe, I am not over reaching and using terms for effect. Human beings know very little about the universe beyond the strict confines of this planet. Sure science has told us that the universe has a long and strict history of following rules that it made up, but that can not be for certain. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/107165400100555824'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/107165400100555824'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107165400100555824' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-107135005855379957</id><published>2003-12-13T13:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-12-13T13:15:26.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lou Diamond Philips, actor or prophet?			Good ladies and gentlemen, let me share with you, my vision.This is a simple vision, one that we can accomplish with very little effort, except spending incredible amounts of money, for precious little gain. But, if we come together and accomplish this task, I shall forever be the badest mofo in the world and able to get the “honeys” or rather Honey </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/107135005855379957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/107135005855379957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_12_07_archive.html#107135005855379957' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-107022766201143618</id><published>2003-11-30T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T13:28:33.153-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Like the new look? please share.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/107022766201143618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/107022766201143618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107022766201143618' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-107022725644931359</id><published>2003-11-30T13:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T13:21:47.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Classified JungleI don’t like my current job all that much. That should be no surprise to anyone that knows me. The pay is a joke, the people are barely homo sapiens and the hours are nil. So I have become a lurker in the local classified section of the newspaper. And what people try to pawn off on others is absolutely hilarious. Used Once DOME TENT 11xB$35 FIRM Alright, why would one need</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/107022725644931359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/107022725644931359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107022725644931359' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-107022710811038326</id><published>2003-11-30T13:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T13:19:19.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Testing new Heather D. written format</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/107022710811038326'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/107022710811038326'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107022710811038326' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-106953834419291593</id><published>2003-11-22T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T13:59:44.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Paris Hilton: Sexvid RELOADED(that will get them in here)I hate that the updates on this site have not been that regular. I have been fighting off a cold and have been busy beyond measure. And Roy Moore has been fired, but he is threatening to make a McDouglass like return. As governor, no doubt. I fear for all the Alabamians, but then again, I did that anyway.  There is much wrong with the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106953834419291593'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106953834419291593'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_11_16_archive.html#106953834419291593' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-106824909414159973</id><published>2003-11-07T15:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-11-07T15:51:53.890-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Silver Screen LiarsMovie trailers- 1. the little commercials that are intended to get you to see a movie even if you have no interest in what it is about. 2. If the trailer is long, that means every good scene in the whole film is in the trailer, be wary of these. 3. Sometimes the trailer has nothing to do with the movie they are adverts for. 4. And in other instances, they tell the entire </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106824909414159973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106824909414159973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106824909414159973' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-106766410125295835</id><published>2003-10-31T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-10-31T21:21:52.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Halloween SpecialIn honor of my favorite day of the year, I am writing a two in one review. Wrong Turn staring Faith from Buffy the Vampire Slayer and the remake of The Texas Chainsaw Massacre. They both have something very interesting in common, cannibal red necks. It appears to be something that people are quite afraid of, with good reason. Red necks themselves are extremely dangerous, even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106766410125295835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106766410125295835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106766410125295835' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-106644775932024176</id><published>2003-10-17T20:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T20:29:19.053-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                                       Poor Dumb Bastard Theater		Yeah, you know who I am talking about. The Chicago Cubs were going to do it. Everyone assumed that it was a lock a couple of days ago. And then the hand of God, or rather some random fan, intervened. He reached out for a ball without realizing that someone that was actually playing the game was reaching for it as well, more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106644775932024176'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106644775932024176'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106644775932024176' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-106592267287304223</id><published>2003-10-11T18:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-11T18:37:52.566-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today the part of LuAllen will be played by Marty Ingles… Hey kids, how’s tricks?  Sorry about the lack of updates. There has been many things going on at the Lou Sucks compound and they have delayed many things I really need to talk about. I am currently burning the candle at both ends with a blowtorch under the middle of said candle. To many things are going on in the world today, to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106592267287304223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106592267287304223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106592267287304223' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-106507672660986779</id><published>2003-10-01T23:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-10-01T23:38:46.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know if I should say something about this. I know that some of you don't know to whom I am referring and others might not see the need for me to write this. But I feel the need to write this. A man died this week, a man I knew. I have to write about him. Speak Softly, Bow HeadWilliam Robinson the third, decorated policeman of 22 years died Tuesday in a shooting accident. Apparently, he</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106507672660986779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106507672660986779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_09_28_archive.html#106507672660986779' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-106470087876240352</id><published>2003-09-27T15:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-27T15:14:38.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Welcome to the machine, killing you one day at a time.Lord, its late. About two in the morning when I write this. I am uneasy and unable to sleep, to many questions lie in my brain unanswered. I am worried about everyone, there are far to many idiots out there with the ability to breed for our own good. Something last Friday really caused me to re think my life as I know it. I went to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106470087876240352'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106470087876240352'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_09_21_archive.html#106470087876240352' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-106404336723170411</id><published>2003-09-20T00:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-20T00:36:07.066-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gee, I used to be funny...I thinkI have recently realized that a large number of the columns begin with the word “well”. In fact, the main land line computer has upwards of 16 stored documents with well as the first word. This implies something about my mood when I write these things, I have had it, enough is enough and I am ready to wake someone up with a shot gun over something or other.Or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106404336723170411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106404336723170411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106404336723170411' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-106369566897050455</id><published>2003-09-16T00:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T00:09:06.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Mini Lou Sucks-Saw this and I had to mention it:R. Kelly singer and perhaps sexual deviant said in the October issue of Blender (yeah, i dont read it either I guess thats why they had to ask R. Kelly for an interview) "They can criticize you without even knowing you, and hate you when they don't even know you. All of a sudden, youre like the bin Laden of America. Osma bin Laden is the only </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106369566897050455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106369566897050455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106369566897050455' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-106357162726330729</id><published>2003-09-14T13:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-14T13:33:47.190-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is the End?“Sarin also known as GB is a nerve agent so deadly that a drop on the skin can kill”I think I know what will finally dislocate my consciousness from this corporeal body, by God. Sarin nerve gas or another chemical agent that is due to be destroyed in a chemical weapons disposal unit is going to escape and turn into a mighty cloud of yellow death vapor that will spell my doom. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106357162726330729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106357162726330729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106357162726330729' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-106287601264806586</id><published>2003-09-06T12:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-09-06T12:20:12.646-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Lou Sucks: The Laptop edition. Hey Folks, just testing out the new Lou Sucks Central computer, I think I am going to name it...Frank. It’s weird to be typing up something on a new machine. The old one has many good memories, but it is time for this computer that is solely owned by yours truly and an upgrade to boot. 	But what rambling to start in on? Something to confuse this computer good </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106287601264806586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106287601264806586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106287601264806586' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-106236347985238421</id><published>2003-08-31T13:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-31T13:57:59.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day Quill Induced RavingsWell, the Ten Commandments are down in some closet, thank God.  And Judge Roy Moore will get elected to be the next governor of this state if the religions freaks have anything to say about it provided he runs. Because he stood up for God, or some such, and the current governor wants to raise taxes to help fund education in this state, which is sadly lacking.  We like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106236347985238421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106236347985238421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106236347985238421' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-106184425015037512</id><published>2003-08-25T13:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-25T13:44:10.153-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I dont know what to make of this, see if you can figure it out.  EagleEye32585 [3:23 PM]:  hello matt luallen Niteo58501 [3:23 PM]:  hello Eagle Eye  Niteo58501 [3:23 PM]:  and who might you be?  EagleEye32585 [3:23 PM]:  the one who sees all and knows all EagleEye32585 [3:23 PM]:  like the eye of an eagle Niteo58501 [3:23 PM]:  ah  Niteo58501 [3:24 PM]:  interesting  EagleEye32585 [3:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106184425015037512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106184425015037512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_08_24_archive.html#106184425015037512' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-106169747686896724</id><published>2003-08-23T20:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-23T20:57:56.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Ten Commandments can jump up my buttOrWhy living in the south can be really really frustratingEven if you don’t live here, if you listen or read the news you know what I am talking about. And that pisses me the hell off. For those of you under a rock, let me explain. In Alabama, we have a history of people that don’t want to go along with what national laws and decrees state. This is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106169747686896724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106169747686896724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106169747686896724' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-106111558070379354</id><published>2003-08-17T03:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-17T03:19:40.696-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Freddy versus JasonOr Nightmare on Elm Street 8: Guest staring Jason Voorhees as the BeaverYeah, I am doing movie reviews again, school is back in, I have more time to write them and all summer movies are crap anyway, why bother to rip apart a movie that has “produced by Michael Bay” at the start of it. You have to know that summer movies are just to get buts in the seats and not to advance </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106111558070379354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106111558070379354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106111558070379354' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-106089424529731944</id><published>2003-08-14T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T13:55:17.043-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>                                               American Nightmares     I think I have figured out what is wrong with the country. Trust me, it has nothing to do with the death war mongers currently in charge of the only weapons arsenal that God herself would be concerned about. Yes, this is part of the current state of this nation and how we have let ourselves be pulled far down from where we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106089424529731944'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106089424529731944'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106089424529731944' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-106023511356148279</id><published>2003-08-06T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T22:45:13.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Dear readers of Lou Sucks,Hi!, how ya doing? Me? I am fine.  I just want to explain why the updates, which were semi daily pre Fox Fest, have become weekly. I think I owe it to you, the readers of the free website, a reason  for the lack of new rambling rants. A rant accomplished without drugs or alcohol, mind you. So these are reasons why no updates.-Working more during the summer cuts </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106023511356148279'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/106023511356148279'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106023511356148279' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-105966645649162206</id><published>2003-07-31T08:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-31T08:47:36.330-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And now, True Conversations with Lu, the i was working on my novel (no you cant read it) and didnt have time to write a proper update this weekLeMangoDuck:  hey   ME:  hey    LeMangoDuck:  tada, new account   Me:  cool    LeMangoDuck:  it will be when i get all my prefs back the way they were   LeMangoDuck:  did i miss anything in onlineland?   Me:  there was this really rich guy    Me:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/105966645649162206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/105966645649162206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105966645649162206' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-105903662709888070</id><published>2003-07-24T01:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-24T01:51:09.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, the update for last week didn’t happen. There has been great drama and goings on in my life and at Lou Sucks Central. I don’t feel like going into it yet again, so lets just say that people are insane and it’s pointless to try to understand them and leave it at that.Summer Movie WastelandAh summertime, a time in which children vigorously attempt to shake a years worth of knowledge out </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/105903662709888070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/105903662709888070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_07_20_archive.html#105903662709888070' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-105769018613163955</id><published>2003-07-08T11:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-08T11:49:46.020-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I believe in thisOrUpdate Update Who wants an update?I could cheat and write about having writers block. But that’s not what I am suffering. This little ramble has always been about whatever that pops into my head and me ranting an raving until I pass out and then the computer auto saves the ramble for when I am able to post it, there by letting the Lou Sucks reader a peek into my soul.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/105769018613163955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/105769018613163955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105769018613163955' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-105733155821505567</id><published>2003-07-04T08:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-07-04T08:12:38.220-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, its been a while. Working more plus school and actually sorta having a life has prevented Lou Sucks from being updated in a while. Currently working on my grand statement on religion. I expect your anger emails as soon as I get posted. Until then.   Happy freedom from the king of England day, I hope all of you eat well, get drunk and blow shit up.  and for this day, I present A True </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/105733155821505567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/105733155821505567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_06_29_archive.html#105733155821505567' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-95936292</id><published>2003-06-22T22:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-22T22:45:40.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fear the RadioThe other day I traveled an impressive distance to visit with two friends of mine. Its part of meeting and befriending people on the Internet, I suppose. Sometimes they live a far way away from you. Traveling in the Lou-mobile is an interesting experience. You never know when something is deeply wrong with the inner workings of the engine, for one thing. A while back, lighting </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/95936292'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/95936292'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_06_22_archive.html#95936292' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-95799498</id><published>2003-06-18T11:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T11:28:28.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am feeling bitter today. Hmm, wonder why?Goddamn my hand hurts. No, really, it hurts like burning hell fire. A low throbbing pain that makes you aware of every little movement of my hand, like it is suddenly is screaming for attention when previously it had been contented to hold things, and occasionally make offensive hand gestures.It is hurting cause I did something stupid and it wants </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/95799498'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/95799498'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95799498' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-95580643</id><published>2003-06-11T23:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-06-11T23:39:47.490-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The return:::Dramatic reverb::Greetings again from Lou Sucks Central. Sorry about the lack of updates, I have had a bad time of it post Fox Fest. I really don’t want to go into it here, but lets just say I am glad to be back to normal. Which means I am going back to school tonight. Ah school, the one major stabilizing force in my life. The thing that has gotten me out of my parent’s house </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/95580643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/95580643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95580643' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-95049489</id><published>2003-05-29T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-29T13:38:08.193-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Please note that the following was written in a week of merry making and much new situations, the comments expressed by Lou Sucks does not reflect the current state of Lu and is really going to be a huge giant ramble. My mind is currently opperating in a state of rapid flux and dread of the bus ride home. So without further ado, Lou Sucks: The New York editionWell, I am not dead yet. Came </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/95049489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/95049489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#95049489' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-94943186</id><published>2003-05-27T08:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-27T08:20:59.240-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well well wellWhat can i say? Currently I i am posting from Abe's house in New York City. We have had the BC Foxfest and the Fest and the post.I have learned a great many things, one of which is TRO is a bad influence and that Maddy is a bigger punk than i thought.More later, i just wanted to let the Alabama readers of this to know that i am safe and in New York. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/94943186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/94943186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_05_25_archive.html#94943186' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-94777335</id><published>2003-05-23T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-23T01:34:12.006-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well tommorrow i am off to New York.I may or may not be able to update from there. I hope so, so stay turned, for Lou Sucks, New York version.If i cant get access, i guess i will write up a bunch of stuff while there and post it when i get back.And Maddy, Abe, please remember to come get me at the bus station, thank you.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/94777335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/94777335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94777335' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-94702430</id><published>2003-05-21T13:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T13:31:02.610-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well bloger apears to be having problems, argh</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/94702430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/94702430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94702430' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-94664141</id><published>2003-05-20T19:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-20T19:29:06.976-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, thanks to work and stupid stupid school, I have been unable to update as often as I want to.Sorry about that folks.So now, with out further ado, Matrix Reloaded:Be warned, spoilers contained within. Lets start this off by saying I have had no free time these past few weeks, thus the current lack of regular updates. So I really should not have stayed up way to late to watch the sequel</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/94664141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/94664141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94664141' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-94360539</id><published>2003-05-14T18:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-14T18:06:47.700-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have said it before and I will say it again.I hate Hollywood. I hate how they rarely do new movies. They prefer endless sequels and ripping the plots of other movies. Or doing movies that involve –fill in the blank- meets –fill in the blank-. Movies that you can tell they took movies that were popular and got what they thought made them popular combine that with a popular element from another</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/94360539'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/94360539'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94360539' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-94136380</id><published>2003-05-10T22:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-10T22:34:08.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>“So Umm…what are you going to do in New York?”I got asked that today, and it stumped me. What indeed am I going to do in New York? Since it was my mom that asked me, I decided that perhaps “Get fucking plastered” would be an incorrect response.  I could have gone with   “That really didn’t enter my head, actually. I just wanted to go to New York for the sake of spending a lot of money to get to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/94136380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/94136380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94136380' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-93887206</id><published>2003-05-06T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-06T14:47:58.380-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It’s like Apocalypse nowishI swear that the damn weather is out to end me. Friday, when I was traveling to Tennessee, the weather started getting ruff. My tiny truck was tossed. If not for the Weather Service announcement on NPR, I would have surely been lost. Now that I look back on it, I really don’t think that the voice on the radio really cared about me at all.  Maybe because it was an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/93887206'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/93887206'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93887206' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-93844000</id><published>2003-05-05T22:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T22:08:58.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Free Comic Book DayDamn, what with the X-men movie I forgot to talk about Free Comic Book Day, which was this past Saturday. It’s this promotional thing where comics are given away to get new readers in the store. The first one being free and then the next one you start charging. Much like how a crack dealer works, but I digress. I think this is an excellent marketing tool and I hope, if </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/93844000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/93844000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93844000' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-93656101</id><published>2003-05-02T08:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-02T08:44:49.296-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>X2 or the greatest superhero comic book movie I have seen.Well, I just got back from seeing this flick. Forgive me if I make even less sense than usual, its 3:24 in the AM.  Also, the review will go as follows: first general impressions, second acting review, third plot review (no spoilers). Back to the movie.Damn, but I am pumped.Bryan Singer should get a freaking metal. He boiled down the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/93656101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/93656101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93656101' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-93607984</id><published>2003-05-01T11:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-05-01T11:23:05.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is just a short note to state that late tonight/early tommorrow i will have a review of X2 up here. Like Daredevil, its more than likey not going to be funny. Oh and i might throw up a comic review later today for the hell of it.That is all.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/93607984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/93607984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93607984' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-93575297</id><published>2003-04-30T21:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-30T21:15:19.806-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Polo NationI fucking hate Polo Shirts. Its like if a tee shirt and a button up shirt got drunk one night and produced this kid that they really don’t talk about that much and are embarrassed cause he drives the short bus to school. Polo shirts aren’t completely laid back and easy going, but aren’t completely dressy either. They are the kinda both, kinda neither shirts. I hate that I am forced </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/93575297'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/93575297'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93575297' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-93492016</id><published>2003-04-29T15:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T15:16:26.056-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What to do with your free timeWell as I scramble to find a way to make the 300 bucks I am lacking for my trip to New York, I will tell you, the Lou Sucks reader, what to do with your free time. Boredom is something that can lead to violence and multiple crimes against humanity.  I can think of at least five cases in my life where someone died cause they just could think of anything else better </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/93492016'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/93492016'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93492016' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-93337877</id><published>2003-04-27T05:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T05:09:26.000-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Very depressed, very upset at myself. so very alone.ARGHI give up~Lu</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/93337877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/93337877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93337877' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-93334159</id><published>2003-04-27T00:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-27T00:27:15.600-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> Malibu’s Most Wanted- the pain , the pain.I really hate this movie. More than fast food and the current state of this nations politics, more than pop music. I could not even stay for the whole film. It was so bad that a free movie could not keep me in the seat. The fact that I wanted to review this movie, and knew it was bad should be factored in to the general suck factor of this film.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/93334159'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/93334159'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93334159' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-93045878</id><published>2003-04-22T07:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T07:00:22.540-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Because no one demanded it:The Diary of Lu:Or, What’s new in Louville12:00 a.m.- Using the Internet to find more info on becoming my own warlord. I think I could be really good at it. It was mostly involved inflicting terror. Burning villages in my wake astride an ebony black stallion. Looting and sacking villages. Destroying the Great Wall of China with my minions (cause if you have </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/93045878'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/93045878'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93045878' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-92966849</id><published>2003-04-20T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-20T22:16:01.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New York Preparedness: “They are going to kill you and leave your body in the gutter.”  -Condensed quote from random friends on my New York tripAs many of you know, I am planning a trip to New York in late May. This would not be my first pilgrimage amongst the northern tribes, but it will be my first to a city proper of New York’s magnitude.  Oh and I will be going all alone to met up with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/92966849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/92966849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#92966849' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-92735865</id><published>2003-04-16T13:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-16T13:38:31.936-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Inhuman interaction, in a dehumanizing environment.I was checking my emails today and realized that it has been a long time since I got an email from a person. I know I talked about emails before, but this is a new wrinkle on an old problem. The computer electronic mail I receive is no longer even sent by human hands; rather it is automated responses sent to my email address at random.  This </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/92735865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/92735865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92735865' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-92696005</id><published>2003-04-15T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T21:35:32.746-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brought to you by a loan from Insomnia The word of the day is:Identity CrisisWho the hell do you think I am? I sure don’t know. I just want to go up to everyone I have ever met and get their general impression of me. I know I would get the occasional “I don’t really know yous” and the “Get the fuck out of my house before I call the cops”. But other than that, what?I have not really done </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/92696005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/92696005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92696005' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-92528446</id><published>2003-04-13T08:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-13T08:42:25.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stupid freaking weekend classstupid freaking leaving me out friendsstupid freaking self for not knowing when to shut up and not make an ass out of myselfstupid freaking me not knowing how to ask out the womens.GrrrrMore later today</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/92528446'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/92528446'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92528446' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-92447867</id><published>2003-04-11T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-11T13:10:45.293-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Huh What? You want a freaking update? I am working on an English Paper and really don’t have time to play right now…Hmm… Lets see, I got it!True Conversations with Lu:  The Desperate YearsStunning People Skills Part One;  Lu:  now where was i?  Lu:  ::steals heather's socks::  Heather S:  hey!  Lu:  well, its not like i stole your undies or something  Heather S:  perhaps  Lu:  ::</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/92447867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/92447867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92447867' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-92384755</id><published>2003-04-10T14:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T14:25:48.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A Man Apart, or, how Vin Disel can’t pick movie to save his soul.I want to start this review with a warning. If you want to see this film, and I pity you, don’t read all of this review. Like Willard, I am going to spoil the hell out of this thing. Since I believe that more people are likely to see this film than Willard, I warn you now. This is one of those movies that if you have seen the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/92384755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/92384755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92384755' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-92315586</id><published>2003-04-09T14:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2003-04-09T14:17:02.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, Monday my monitor got all non-worky. Thanks to Joey, i got a tv to work as monitor in the interuim and now have a new monitor that i will be paying for with nagging parents that claim that its all my fault the old one broke. This is even after i offered to pay for this new one, but they prefer just to yell and cuss.Yeah, so Lou Sucks is back up and running. In the words of a certain </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/92315586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/92315586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92315586' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-92028262</id><published>2003-04-04T22:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-04T22:34:05.496-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sorry, I wanted to finish a review for tonight and I cant cause I had a really freaking bad night at work.And I guess you can assume by the review of death, I have not been having that good of a time this week anyway.Arg, stupid people and their not just leaving me alone and letting me be me. I cant mask my emotions well, sue me. I broadcast my emotions on wide screen and in DTS. I cant </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/92028262'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/92028262'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#92028262' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-91937885</id><published>2003-04-03T13:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T13:27:11.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Death, does it get a bad rap?I know what your thinking, yes the April Fools Day thing was a bit gimmicky. It’s a free website, so far, and that means I can do anything I damn well please. Like now I am reviewing the concept of death, and attempting to be un biased, on account of me not wanting to die. But who wants to die? It the goal of every living thing to continue their current existence </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/91937885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/91937885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91937885' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-91807836</id><published>2003-04-01T17:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T17:11:56.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I have decided to make this website more about literary things and not just my stupid ramblings. From here on out, expect a whole new Lou Sucks.     Jack London’s “To Build a Fire” is about more than the process needed in making a useable fire. London’s main literary theme was the struggle of man to survive by their primitive emotions( Fogel, 448). In this short story the man did not live, but </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/91807836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/91807836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91807836' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-91734556</id><published>2003-03-31T14:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T14:11:03.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I saw a depressing movie the other night. I didn’t think it was going to be, I didn’t expect in the least that this film would get me. But Willard is the saddest movie about a man controlling rats, ever.  Sure there is the horror aspect, and the revenge theme; but this movie just sucked all the happiness out of my soul. Willard is basically me, sans the talking to rats part. Willard tells the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/91734556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/91734556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91734556' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-91567952</id><published>2003-03-28T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-28T13:28:08.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Because I have been freaking out thanks to my parents insanity, I didn’t get t finish a review for today, so that means it time forTrue Conversation’s with LuLu:  Lord?  Jeph as a higher being:  YES, MY SON? Lu:  i would like very much for you to smite some people Jeph as a higher being:  WHOM SHALL I SMITE? Lu:  my parents Lu:  strike them down Jeph as a higher being:  AND HOW DO YOU </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/91567952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/91567952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91567952' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-91463773</id><published>2003-03-26T22:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T22:23:43.390-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And now, a review: (something that i was working on sunday, and just now finished)Loneliness, is it really that bad? Of course there is the despair, and the feelings of inadequacy, but when you boil being alone down to its key components, it’s not the end of the world. See what I am doing, right now?  I am writing this, alone. If someone was here, I could not concentrate on writing and talk to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/91463773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/91463773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91463773' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-91399587</id><published>2003-03-26T00:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T00:03:44.983-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day Two, This is going to be short cause I worked a whole double today and needs me sleep. I believe I have been poisoned. This is not one of those paranoid delusional things cause they really are out to get me. At work today, I noticed a truck spraying something on the grass. This looked a bit weird and out of place so I did what any concerned citizen of these United States would do in an </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/91399587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/91399587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91399587' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-91332045</id><published>2003-03-24T23:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-24T23:13:03.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well now, last nights update did not happen because of work. This is Spring Break for me and while others are partying with nakedness, I am stuck at work dealing with people that don’t realize they should get out of Nowhere, Alabama when the weather is pretty and the schools are out. Needless to say, the people that come into the theater at this time are interesting, so as a public service, and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/91332045'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/91332045'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91332045' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-91216047</id><published>2003-03-22T23:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-22T23:24:18.670-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tommorrow, i might have a new review up. Then, its off to  working many days in a row. Can Lu stand to be around customers for 9 strait days?!?!?!?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/91216047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/91216047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91216047' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-91169360</id><published>2003-03-21T23:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T23:01:19.606-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well i posted twice, cause its nice to post twice.i really hate this thing i really do</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/91169360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/91169360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91169360' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-91165687</id><published>2003-03-21T21:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-21T21:21:56.373-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And now, Lou Sucks is proud to present:In association with I-M-A-G-I-N-A-T-I-O-N;And the letter M, An Evening with Sadamn Hussein, portrait of a mad man. (Note to readers: read everything Sadamn says with the accent of Cousin Balky from Perfect Strangers.){Cue war theme music}[Me] Hello Mr. Hussein, thanks again for agreeing to this interview, what with the war and everything.[</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/91165687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/91165687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91165687' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-91083081</id><published>2003-03-20T13:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T13:51:42.466-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>aparently i cant edit my posts. argh </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/91083081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/91083081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91083081' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-91082898</id><published>2003-03-20T13:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T13:48:14.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something I am working on for tomorrow might take an awhile, and I want do something funnish. So now, once again, True Conversations with Lu; wherein our hero chronicles his fall to madnessMangoDuck:  i wasn't expecting such a response Lu:  that is what makes you such a brave solider MangoDuck:  oh?  Lu:  yes  MangoDuck:  why is that  Lu: :: salutes:: Lu:  because Ducks are awesome </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/91082898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/91082898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91082898' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-91056174</id><published>2003-03-20T05:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-20T05:18:56.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>and now a song:Masters of War, Bob Dylan Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks You that never done nothin' But build to destroy You play with my world Like it's your little toy You put a gun in my hand</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/91056174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/91056174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91056174' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-91038595</id><published>2003-03-19T20:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T20:47:11.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why my sister is insane and needs a lot of professional help:Greetings, this is an online intervention of my sister, Autumn. She has lost her mind and I need at least one strong person and a driver to get her professional help. Remember, only positive statements, focusing on I statements. I feel this way; I think that you need to do something else. This is not a confrontation. This is about </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/91038595'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/91038595'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#91038595' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-90980555</id><published>2003-03-19T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-19T00:50:11.090-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>As this nation propels itself to be the next Rome, I really can only offer stupid observations.  So, since I said my peace yesterday, I will give a review. OF TLC!The so- called Learning Channel. When one thinks of the learning channel, they see images of children or adults learning things they should have looked up in books, but instead turned to television to teach them. Television, the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/90980555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/90980555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90980555' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-90903205</id><published>2003-03-17T20:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-17T20:55:22.140-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I did not want to say anything. I didn’t think I had to. This is not a bleeding news column after all, merely entertainment.  Watch the monkey dance. But this nation in which I live, has gone insane. Not the insane like “you so crazy”, but the Norman Bates sleeping with your dead mother while you do her voice, insane. I am not the first to say this, but we elected a moron. Correction, the state </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/90903205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/90903205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90903205' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-90796734</id><published>2003-03-15T23:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-15T23:20:19.793-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alright, i would like a head count of the people that actually read this site o mine.  Use the comment thing to be counted. Just a name and how i know you. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/90796734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/90796734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90796734' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-90742233</id><published>2003-03-14T18:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T18:11:37.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Now True Conversations with Lu:I have been going slowly insane- conversation today-Lu: Hey Buddy, Buddy boyMangoDuck:  gee skipper, i'm gonna draw a line down the center of our hut if you don't stay outta my stuff  Lu:  :hits you with hat: MangoDuck:  [flails wildly]  MangoDuck:  so what's happening, skip?  Lu:  nothing much, worrying about Mary Ann and Ginger Lu:  i think they are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/90742233'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/90742233'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90742233' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-90629081</id><published>2003-03-12T20:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-12T20:02:37.263-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cartoons today suck. Correction, cartoons made for children today suck. The cartoons that are intended for adults are pretty freaking cool. When I was a kid, we had Transformers, The Real Ghostbusters, the original X-Men and Spider-man, Smurfs, GI JOE, Thundercats, BeetleJuice, Tiny Toons, Animaniacs , the short lived, but much loved Freakazoid and many more. Cartoons, when I was a kid, seemed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/90629081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/90629081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90629081' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-90568686</id><published>2003-03-11T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T21:07:33.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Since I talked about Women’s TV yesterday, I guess I should talk about men’s TV today.  Why does the world need an ESPEN and an ESPN 2? Is there that much going on in the world of sports that requires two whole news channels for sports ON TOP OF network coverage? The only thing sport’s television has done for me is restrict Tom Arnold to the so -called “BEST DAMN SPORTS SHOW PERIOD”. The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/90568686'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/90568686'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90568686' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4147514.post-90472323</id><published>2003-03-10T11:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2003-03-10T11:28:12.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God damn it.I really wish I had a movie to review or some such shit. That would be so much easier than writing something new and original. Why do we need 500 women’s entertainment channels? Is it just to be counter point to the unreal amount of sports channels? I am sorry but kickboxing from the Philippines and log rolling is not fun for the whole family. But that’s not what I am talking about. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/90472323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4147514/posts/default/90472323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://lousucks.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90472323' title=''/><author><name>Matthew</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03217785014940505578</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
