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                <title>Death of a Feline Daughter</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 09 Jul 2009 01:59:59 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Almost 6 years ago I got a small 6 week old kitten from a friend of mine who had a feral cat give birth on her porch. This morning, my apartment manager caught me as I was getting out of the shower to give me her bloody collar, Drambuie had been hit by a car. I was told where to find her body and I went to the road to retrieve it. I cannot fully articulate the pain, horror, and heart wrenching, gut aching feelings you get when being forced to carry the corpse of a beloved pet, and seeing the life drained from their face.<br /><br />I've never cried so hard, my face hurt, my heart heart, my soul hurt. Drammie was easily my favorite pet of all time, and now she is lost. Making matters worse, for those who may not know, I work in a Pet Shop... and I was the only manager able to work today, so I was forced to go in. From eight till about noon, I just sat in the office crying, luckily no one needed me and my employees understood, but the sheer soul crushing feeling from this will linger on for a very long time, if not the rest of my life. She was special to me, like the child I've never had, and having to hold, carry and look into the face of a dead child, I can only presume would feel very much the same....<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>304 Days</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 18 Nov 2008 17:02:24 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Most days are like all of the others,<br />Go to work, come back home watch TV.<br />But brother if I had me druthers, <br />I'd chuck it, and head out to sea.<br /><br />For I dream of the skull and the crossbones, I dream of the great day to come<br />When I dump the Mundane for the old Spanish Main and trade me computer for Rum, Arr!<br /><br />Yo-Ho, Yo-Ho, it's Talk Like a Pirate Day!<br />When laptops are benches <br />God gave us for wenches<br />And a Sale ain't a low price to pay!<br /><br />When Timbers are shivered, <br />and lilies are livered <br />and every last buckle is swashed!<br />We'll abandon our cars<br />for a ship full of 'Arrs!' <br />and pound back the grog till we're sloshed, Yo-Ho!<br /><br />Don't pick up your phone and say 'Hello, our Ten'o clock meeting's delayed'<br />You scrunch up your face and you bellow 'Avast you've bleeding belayed!'<br />Ya can't keep this fun to your self I bet, so sing!<br />Aye, Arr, 'ey, Every man!<br />We ain't got much grasp on the Alphabet, but a damn good retirement plan.<br /><br />Yo-Ho, Yo-Ho, it's Talk Like a Pirate Day!<br />What ever's in fashion is in for a thrash'n, and be'n polite is passe.<br />When it's every man's duty to grab his proud beauty and let out a hearty 'YO-HO!'<br />And if this offends you, hold your breath as we send you, to Davy Jone's locker ya go...yo-ho!<br /><br />Song!--> <a href="http://www.tomsmithonline.com/freestuff/oddio/TLAPD.mp3">[link]</a><br />____________________________________________________________________<br /><br />Three hundred and four days till the next Talk Like a Pirate Day, and the Portland Pirate Festival....<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>Lanolin and Menthol</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 07 Oct 2008 03:43:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Well today was an interesting night...<br /><br />I work in a pet shop, and monday are my freight nights, I work 6pm to 3am. It's fun, I don't have to deal with customer for most of my shift and I get to do heavy lifting and put shit away. Today was nice, only 13 pallets, we usually get like 17. So I'm pulling stuff out off our 'Store Use' pallet and when I reach into the box I grab a handful of soap soaked plastic. Our huuuge bottle of hand soap had exploded in the box, and not only that, it had trickled down over everything.<br /><br />So the entire pallet is covered in soap, its slimy and slippery and all together lame. We got a new soap dispenser for our bathroom! In theory, we could have filled it with the huuuuge bottle of soap we got, but no, it was on everything else. So I attached the dispenser to the wall, and took the old one off, and turned it upside down to fill the new one, then, back to work.<br /><br />Time to pee!, I walk into the bathroom and lo and behold, the new one had fallen over, with the old one, covering the bathroom floor in soap.<br />God Damn.<br />After I cleaned up that, and all the rest of the damn soap, I was pretty irritated with it all, but hey, the bathroom was clean!<br /><br />Last hour of the night, we're cleaning up and I find a leaking bottle. So I step outside to empty it before I toss it in the 'Return to Vendor' box. I take off the cap and give it a good squeeze. Little did I know, it had a second cap, making it kind of like roll-on deodorant. Well the ball shot right out and the liquid inside exploded out, covering my arms, my chest and face... then I felt all warm.<br /><br />Little did I know, that the equivalent of DOG BENGAY had just covered my upper body. I ran to the bathroom to try and get it off my face and keep it from my eyes, but no matter how hard I scrub, the chemical is still having its' intended effect.<br /><br /><br />So it's 3:30 am, I still smell like an old man, and I can't feel anything from the waist up.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>Huh...</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 24 Sep 2008 01:53:21 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ It's been a while since I posted anything here... I should find a new RP site to give myself some new material for characters and what not.<br /><br /><br />I've working on a few canvas paintings, but no finished work to photograph yet... soon! something!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>Joshernaut Rising</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 12 Dec 2007 20:02:06 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I'm back after a long hiatus! been busy with new job taking up all my time, and World of Warcraft here and there.  I hope to be changing jobs again, get myself back to a normal life... oh but THINGS! TJ Maxx plays holiday music now 24/7... I'm tired of Nat King Cole, Bing Crosby and the Jackson Five. SO VERY TIRED! I have Christmas Icon drawings soon to be up loaded, basically make take on old holiday favorites... For those who haven't seen, I have a new Icon.. A LOGO! holy crap! if you tilt your head, squint and use massive imagination you can see 'JHAAS' in the skull's teeth <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/w/wink.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=";)" title=";) (Wink)" /><br />
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Other then that, I'm still here and hope to be drawing a lot more in the coming weeks. For now, please enjoy the Holy Blog of Jesus Christ.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>Bound to happen.</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 11 Jul 2007 16:05:20 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Seems my jack-ass of a father tracked me do via Deviant-Art, sent me a creepy e-mail bascially saying what he's always said. 'my art isn't realistic enough for his tastes and that he's always watching and knows what I'm doing and what not.'<br />
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To that, I say To hell with you Dad, go be creepy and all stalker like if that floats your boat, but it's not going to effect me, far as I'm concerned, you're just another asshole in the world.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>Things Involving Me #2</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 15 May 2007 11:36:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I got my new job at TJ Maxx and I freaking love it. I can't even describe how much easier and less demanding of a job this is verses the petshop. Seriously. I don't get bit, peed on, or stung, I don't have to clean up animal piss, shit or vomit, and I get to deal with soft fluffy pillows, book ends and various other things in my designated departments that won't hurt or maim me.  sure I miss taking care of the saltwater tanks.. but this is just so much better, AND it pays more! fancy that!<br />
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I finished my first commission ever today, and I'm pretty pleased with it and sometime durring the weekend, I hit 5000 views! *glee*<br />
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All in all, my life is pretty shiny, so take that January 21 2007! *shakes fist at journal post* I sure showed you!<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>Just when you think you've seen it all...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 31 Mar 2007 17:36:07 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So here I am, walking into a 7-11, cause hey, I want a Pepsi.  Then who should walk out, but a man in a Gumby Suit, on rollerskates... who is lighting up a camel.... at this point I'm like 'WOW!... WHAT THE HELL?!' and then I laugh and cheer for the awesome guy randomly in a Gumby suit. Now this alone made my day pretty awesome, but what came next pushed it over the edge to make it splendidly awesome. Can you guess?... no?<br />
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Unicyclists... female Unicyclists came strolling out of the 7-11 with potato chips.<br />
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Today was a good day, I like seeing random things, and I wanted to SHARE.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>End of an Era</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 24 Mar 2007 19:14:07 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I did it.<br />
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I put my two weeks notice in at work today. As of April 7th I'm officially no longer employed with Petco.  Sure I liked dealing with animals and shit, but they pay shit.  They have enough money to buy a freak'n baseball stadium in LA, but they won't give me any more money for all the work I do there.<br />
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SO, I'm going to be the new Merchendising Manager for the Federal Way TJ Maxx, it'll be keen, and I'll get paid more, which is better then keen.  I called my District Manager to ask if he could give me a better deal then the one they offered me.  BASICALLY he said no, but proceded to say how I won't enjoy my work there and that I should just stay with the company rather then leave.  I explained that I don't get paid enough, he appologised and basically told me that I should enjoy the job I'm at and he thinks I do good work for my current store. HE thinks I should stay because HE thinks enjoying my job is more inportant then more money.  Honestly, normally I'd agree with him, but I've tried the  'enjoy my job and earn less money' dance, and quite frankly, it sucks balls.<br />
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ANYWAYS, I'll be making boatloads more cash AND I don't have to clean hamster piss or have the looming fear something with bite me. <br />
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Things are finally looking up <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/s/smile.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":)" title=":) (Smile)" /><br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>Such is Life...</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 21 Jan 2007 20:47:09 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm 24 years old. I've been working most of my life. Nearly 40% of my life I have held a job and the responsibility that comes with. MAny people my age are still living in apartments with 3 of their friends from High School, or living in a collage Dorm with many of their friends.  I married young, becasue I love my wife and cannot imagine being with anyone else.  I'm not saying I'm unhappy with my life, but I feel as if my life is moving more quickly then I can keep up. My wife has so many ambitions, and I support all of them. They are great goals to have and I want to help her achieve them, however I have not recognized any of my own.<br />
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I'm 24 years old, and I'm not sure what I want out of life. This worries my wife, however it doesn't bother me, many people my age aren't sure what they want in life. These are the same people who live in apartments with 3 other guys and have held 4 jobs in the past 5 years, and never worked a day in their life before graduating High School.  I'm comfortable where I am in my life, of course I want my life to be better, but for now, I'm happy to be stagnant for a while. The most inportant thing to me right now is to make sure my wife is successful in her dreams and goals. I support her emotionally, financially and physcially, and I take pride in doing so, becasue I love her, and want her dreams to come true.<br />
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I'm 24 years old; my wife feels she tells me what to do. Maybe she does, frankly I don't mind it. Many times after work I just want to relax, often relaxing causes me to forget other obligations.  Often I'd rather relax then go have a social life. My wife thinks this in unhealthy, however those I socialize with don't have a job, or still live with their parents, or have no obligations what so ever.  That depresses me, I envy them some times, long have I been responsible, long have I had to work to live, long have I needed to have a job to support me and my wife. Don't get me wrong; these are my friends I'm talking about, however after a hard days work, I like to simply sit. I don't want to deal with people, I deal with people all day, I talk all day, I move all day, I work hard. Whether it's sitting with my wife reading, watching TV or interacting with my on-line friends, after work, I'd like to sit and let my mind unwind.<br />
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I'm 24 years old; I live in America, land of obesity. Sure I'm a little over weight, most of the country is, I am, also incredibly strong, more so then most people my weight.  I'm 260lbs; I've lost 20 over the past few months, I'm proud of it, and I do plan to lose more. I changed my diet, it's hard, my wife helps me more then she can imagine, but she feels like she nags me. Maybe she does, but I appreciate it, I need it, my will power in this instance needs her strength to succeed. I don't want her to feel that way; she does anyway, it's sad when someone feels sorry they have to do something, despite how much it helps.I need her voice sometimes, to simply tell me 'no'.<br />
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I'm 24 years old, I'm not lazy, and I'm just a guy that wants his life to slow down. Everythingis moving so fast around me I can't help feel that I need to catch up to it. I don't want to catch up right now, I'd like to sit, and let my mind unwind. It's what I feel I need, it's what I feel I deserve. I won't let this stopmy wife, never, she has goals and hopes and dreams that she has every chance to fulfill, and I want her to, I need her to. My own goals have been lost to me, I hate to say it but I blame the disaster that is my family.  I was 18, everything I thought I knew changed forever, my world shattered, you never really get over something like that. I try to be strong, and get beyond it, become bigger then it, rise above it... it doesn't happen. Despite what I telleveryone, it's affected me alot, in ways I can't even explain. I have hope though, I will find my calling, it may take longer then others, but I WILL konw what I want to do with my life. Right now? I'd like life to stop, and let me revel in the few years of youth I still have.<br />
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I'm 24 years old; I feel old, 40% of my life I'd had to support myself. Many my age can scarcely imagine that. It's scary, and oddly enough I don't want help. Maybe this is my way of trying to cope with my family's collapse, who knows.  I've got a lot of pride, it's a blessing, and a curse I suppose. Such is Life<br />
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My name is Josh, and I'm 24 years old.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Silent Bob: Internet Messenger</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 18 Dec 2006 09:14:09 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ ... So, I live in Redmond, Washington, and for those that havn't heard, though the encrouching global warming, the Seattle area had a hurricane on thursday night.  90-100mph winds took down trees, power lines and more in portantly cable lines. Friday was boring, So I got drunk, tried to build a puzzle, tried to play battle ship and passed out on the sofa.<br />
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So when my power finally came back on at 3am saterday, all the lights came on.  I turned them all off, and turned all the heaters on, casue it was F'n cold, ate cereal and watched Darkwing Duck on DVD cause I had no internets or news stations. Then I went to work, it was busy as all hell, we're the only Petco in the area with power, so of COURSE everyone comes to us, even the neighboring stores began to bring their animals to us to keep warm. I mean, no big deal, but we had SO MANY ANIMALS. Cable came back when I was at work, so I got to RP with my buds and it was nice and relaxing.<br />
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Sunday, I work up, and did more RPing, casue I was all neglected and shit from being with out power, then I went to work again, it was even more busy then saterday, I needed more awesome relaxing RP time with my friends., it was the only thing keeping me going, but no, goblins ate my cable connection, BECASUE THATS THE ONLY REASON IT WOULD GO DOWN AGAIN >_<<br />
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So I got drunk again and fell asleep, then the strangest thing happened I had a dream! I don't have those all too ofen, and when I do, it's usually about killer owlmen, but ANYWAY I was in the movie 'Clerks' so I was all black and white and I was bitching at Silent Bob about a ton of shit that happened at work and I finished with "and on top of all that, my cable internet is down" then he spoke ' now way man, it came on a half hour ago" and then I woke up, at 4 am, and checked it  and it DID... hopfully forever<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Rest in Peace</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 24 Nov 2006 17:54:51 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I came home from Thanksgiving travels, and I come to find my eldest Australian White's Tree frog, dead in his water bowl.  I had gotten Ridley when he was just a baby in 1995, by then he was still very small, and couldn't have been much older then 1 or 2.  Ridley was a fantastic pet, since I got him when he was small, I could easily handle him and he enjoyed being on my person.  He would often ride on my chest, in between my right nipple and right shoulder, under my shirt.  He would stay there for hours until I was ready to pull him out.  Occasionally he'd wander around, to return to that spot later.  So, in responce to his death, I am going to imortalize my favorite frog with a tattoo of him, in his favorite spot.  I'll begin desinging it and will post it here soon, then once I have the cash, I'll have it applied to me, forever.<br />
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Rest in Peace little guy.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Things Involving Me #1</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 21 Nov 2006 22:49:32 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I get home Tuesday night and I get a phone call from one of my team leads, evedently the Dog Trainer at work is acting strange and needs to be taken home.  So I grumble a bit, cause I just got home, and traffic is HELL going up the road to her house, but whatever, thats why I'm salery.  So I drive on over there and hop out of the car, oddly enough she's in her car and the Mall Security is blocking her path.  I wander over and say 'Hey, ready to go home?" she says yeah and I say " well come on out, lets go" and she looks at me like I just grew tentacles from my nose and says "I'm not going with <i>YOU</i>".. at this point I see a problem.  I'm then told by my other assosicates that she as mixed her muscle relaxant and her anti-depressant, AGAIN.<br />
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Okay, so she's loopy, me and the other co-workers try to get her out of her car an into mine, to no avail, so we get to call the cops, then she swears at them!(hooray! Drama!) So the cops come, and call the medics, casue she's obviously doped up on something.  So the Medics come and haul her into the Medic wagon, and I get to stand in the rain and talk to cops.  They tell me becasue she was in the diver's seat of a vehical with the engine running and is being so uncooperative, that she could technically be hauled off to jail for DUI, but they really don't want to so once the medics say she can go home, they're all for it.<br />
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She still refuses to go with anyone, and wants to drive herself, and I know thats just a bad idea.  All this time, we've been calling her husband, trying to get ahold of him, before the cops leave, they finally get ahold of him and he agrees to come down and pick her up.  That didn't sit well with her, she and her husband have fallen on hard times, hence the anti-depressants, so she blamed me, and according to the associates, she wants to kill me... so yes, hooray! crazy lady wants to kill Josh... FORTUNATLY, I doubt she'll remember any of this.  <br />
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So I  got to stand in the rain, talk to cops, medics, security guards and a doped out crazy lady, all while standing in the rain... then I got to hang out in the store for an hour or so, becasue the cops didn't want me to come out  for her to see me.... make a long story short, I'm drunk now!<br />
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Stone Brewing makes a beer called Double Bastard, 13% alcohol, it's quite dandy<br /><br /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>Mortal Kombat</title>
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                <pubDate>Wed, 25 Oct 2006 22:49:38 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So my friends rented the new Mortal Kombat game for the PS2.  Normally I'm not really inyo the button-combo style games, I like Smash Bros. way better. ANYWAY, they were showing me this very versitile character creation thing.  I watched them build there demon women of hook handed people, all the while I'm thinking.... I know the perfect fighter... i must create him. So, I did, I made STEVE IRWIN, the KROCHUNTER.  His fighting style I named 'Krikey' and I gave him a kriss named 'Stingray's Revenge'  Some might think this was in bad taste, and maybe it is, but I loved Steve Irwin, so I don't mean to insult his legacy, but I'm sure he'd have gotten a kick out of it.  So yes, next time you think of the ultimate fighter, think Steve Irwin.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>DELETION</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 17 Oct 2006 17:24:40 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Alright, since my recent work is all photoshop stuff, and I'd like to keep it that way, I've decided to remove all my watercolors from my DA site.  If anyone needs/wants me to revisit any of my old watercolor pics, I gladly will.  Many of them need to be redone and updated and I'd happily do that in photoshop now that I'm more confidant of my own skill. My drawing and color skills have both gotten progressivly better so any requests please let me know. <br />
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Pants.<br /><br /> ]]></description>
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                <title>Long story about a mighty suspicious folk</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 22 Sep 2006 21:47:28 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Have a seat, I've got a tale to tell... sunday september 17th, 'bout 12:30pm a man, woman and three kids come into my store, asking all sorts of questions about Salt Water Aquariums.  Evidently, they want to turn their 180 freshwater into a salt water system.  They ask me alot of bizzard questions.. one of which being where they can pick up a chiller.  Now, most people should know, chillers make water cold... and marine fish, well they mostly live in warm water, 80 degrees in most places.<br />
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Anyways, that just the intro so the rest of this makes sence, September 21st, 'bout 1:30.  I just got back from emptying my refridgerator, cause I was getting a new one delivered in a few hours, mighty nice one too.  Anyways, the guy from sunday comes back in, says he's got a problem, and needs my help.  He pulls me aside and introduces himself, for the sake of keeping identity secret, lets call him 'Steve'.  So Steve comes to me and says, 'hey, you remember me and my wife 'Wanda' from sunday right, we were here at 1:30' So I say 'sure, whats this all about' 'Steve' continues to tell me that he was there at 1:30, really more times then neccisary. Then he procedes to tell me for about 15-20 minutes that his wife is crazy, and she claims she was being held against her will and that he kidnapped her.  Well, thats a federal offence folks, the local police get mighty cranky when someone commits a federal offence, so the cops come, and he tells me that he decided the leave the house at that time.  I'd like to point out that leaving when the cops are called on you, also makes the cranky.  <br />
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The finally catch this guy and arrest him, and put him in jail for thee days.  Soon as he gets out, he visits all the places they went yesterday and asks them to make a statment that 'Wanda' wasn't being held against her will.  Once finished with the statment, to mail it to HIM.  This is where i get suspicious.  Who wants statements sent to THEM and not their attourny? Why is he insisting it was  1:30? has he got his days mixed up?....and why does it looked like he was mauled by a cougar?  it's true, the man had scratches and open wounds all over his body, that were not there sunday? so I tell him I'll make a statment and sent it off, and he says 'thanks, and remember, 1:30"<br />
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So I go in my office and type my statment all up and I get to thinking ' hey, I know people who used to be in abusive relationships... like my mom....and they don't tell no one if their abuser is doing anything to them, they act kinda normal.  Everything he said was kinda suspicious... and I didn't want to send him my statment, I wanted his attourny to get it...better yet, the federal attourny, casue it's their case against him.  I called the Seattle police department, told them my story, they put me on hold... for 20 minutes..talk to another lady, got given a phone number for the domestic violance ward.  Called them when I got of work, said they'd look into it, not 15 minutes later they called me back, telling me to contact the local sheriff.  So I call him, talk to his receptionist, give her the story, then i get transferred to a deputy.  I tell him the story, and he says to call the detective assigned to the case.  I call him, he doesn't need to be kept secret, man's name was Sutherland.<br />
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I left Sutherland a message, calls me back today, bout 10 am, he says  'Hi, is this Josh? this is Detective Sutherland... how did you get this number?" I then tell him about all 5 people I told the story to to get to him.  He was impressed, he said 90% of the country would have only made one phone call and leave it at that, never bother to track him down.  We talk, I tell him everything and my own thoughts on it, he asks me their names and what he looked like, my name address, all the formal bystandard-detective stuff.  I mentioned the man looked about 20 years older then his wife, he then asked if he coudl record our conversation, and if I could repeat everything I just said, so I did, and he was grateful.  Sutherland then asked if he could come over, show me a line up of photographs so I could pick him out of the line up, I say sure, and a few hours later, I have a detective on my doorstep.<br />
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I invite him in, we sit and he shows me pictures, I identify they man, he had crazy wierd eyes, it was kinda easy, and he told me that was the man in the case he's working on, he then told me that a kidnapping was e-mailed to the police department, becasue Wanda said she wasn't allowed to used the phone, so when they arrived, lights flashing and all that, Steve jumped though the window and ran out into the forest... mighty suspicious for an innocent man.  The Cops leave, come back a few hours later, and he once again hops out a window and runs, luckily the cops where there to get him on the other side of the forest.  Sutherland thanked me for my testimony, said that he doubts i'll hear much of this ever again, and mentioned that the... ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>Hooray for Pants!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 17 Sep 2006 21:12:22 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Friday, I was at a local italian resturant, called Frankies.  Every september, Frankies has it's annual Garlic Festival, they put garlic in/on your food with the same star system as a Thai resturant.  I got the Devil's Pizza, spicy pepperoni, and other stuff, and five garlic stars.  It was damn tasty when I finally got to eat it, however, the first slice.  Pizza is hot, historicall speaking, and good pizza has good cheese, as in NOT the kind that sticks to the crust like boogery mortar.  You need to give good pizza time to cool, let the cheese harden so it can be secure on the crust.   I did not give it good time to cool, I hastly picked up a slice and allowed the scalding hot cheese to pour over and into my unsuspecting lap. Now, men, I'm sure none of you have had sccalding hot cheese pour into your man-bits, so let me tell you, that cheese can be. difficult to remove from fabric, especially when it's  molten lave cheese, and it gets into the fiber of the cloth. LUCKLY I was saved from the seering cheesy pain getting to my man-bits by the WONDEROUS invention of PANTS. I will not go anywhere with out them, PANTS SAVED MY BOY-PARTS.<br />
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HOORAY FOR PANTS! ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>Life at Apartment #6:UPDATE</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 11 Aug 2006 09:40:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Alright, just yo give you a visual, I'm in apartment #6, apartment #5 is below me, and the apartment manager lives in #10, which is 2 apartments down from #5 on the ground floor.  So, Wendell is the apartment manager, and last night I was talking to possibly moving into #11 once the fools up there get evicted.  Anyways, I asked what was going on with Larry ( 400lb red-neck) and he told me that his brother whom was driving the apple truck full of chainsaws was arrested and is serving time in prison.  I thought that was kind of severe for just driving drunk, it's been over a week.. so it turns out that this man, was driving an apple truck, under the influance of alcohol, the truck wasn't his, and hsi lisence had been suspended for a nuber of years so he wasn't even suppose to be driving, and to top it all off, while he was drunk and illegaly driving an apple truck, he was smoking a joint......the man was high, drunk and illegally driving a truck full of chainsaws to his obese blind red-neck of a brother in the apartment below me............. now the best part, Larry asked Wendell to hang onto the chainsaws for him becasue he has no room... so while i visted Wendell about apartment #11, I got to stand in awe of the rusted out pile of chainsaws on his back porch...... ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>Life at Apartment #6</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 07 Aug 2006 17:42:37 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ A man in an Apple Truck was pulled over in my apartment complex. Now for those who don't know, an Apple Truck is your standard white box truck with the top cut off so that you could presumably fill it with apples. So the cops pull him over, and it turns out he was actually headed of the apartment complex he was pulled over at. So the man is at his destination, however, he was found to be under the influnace of alcohol. so there was a drunk man, driving an apple truck to my appartment complex. Turns out he's the brother of my downstairs redneck neighbor. Now my Red-Neck neighbor is nearly 400lbs and blind as a bat, so his brother was coming to visit him while drunk? no, he was actually delivering the contents of the apple truck to him. Now you're thinking, damn, thats alot of apples to deliver to one guy, but no, the truck was not full of apples, it was instead full of Chainsaws.......now, what a 400lb blind red-neck needs with multipule chainsaws is beyond me..... <br />
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that was a few days ago.... and then last night, about 11pm at night, I hear something outside my bedroom window... I peek out and there is the 400lb blind red-neck's son and his meth head of a girl friend (yes she is a meth head, I'm not lying) decide that this is a perfect time to barbeque.   They haul out their little black BBQ, take off the top, put it right under my bedroom window and promptly fill it with lighter fluid... and I'm watching this, and I'm saying ' holy crap..... what are they doing?' the son grabs a small bag of charcoal and covers IT in lighter fluid too, he sets it ablaze and tosses it on the BBQ.  Now I'm not saying I'm not smart, but hind sight is 20/20, and I REALLY should have closed teh windows becasue the smell of burning lighter fuild and charcoal is nasty, and it permiated my apartment above them.  On the other hand, the fire was HUGE and looked kinda neat at first, then I realized how bright this was and how I'd never get to sleep.. so I yell at them.. the son then drags the BBQ onto his patio near his back door.. which is UNDER my deck....so not wating my deck on fire, I put on my pants and complained to the management.... now.... I'd like to beable to have some final thoughts on all this, and sum it all up in a sentance or two... but I can safly say everything I want to in eight words.............WHAT THE HELL IS WRONG WITH THESE PEOPLE? ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>Noodle Arm: UPDATE</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 22 Jun 2006 16:40:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ so, Right arm hurts like hell still, ergo, no new drawings for awhile, HOWEVER.  Next week I hope to get to the wrecking yard to take pics of my car before it's destroyed to show everyone the FANTASTIC ART the FORD E550 BUS MADE OF MY CAR <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br />
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Also, the insurange people at SAFECO, say they are very sorry for their stuoid driver and I'll get money...an assesed value of my car AND pain & suffering settlement.  so.. I'll get a NEW CAR <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>Noodle Arm</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 20 Jun 2006 03:17:37 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Monday, June 19th 2006, 10:34am, I was hit by a bus.  I was making a left hand turn from a dead stop on a green arrow. With my window rolled down, and my elbow hanging out and began to make my turn, when out from the stopped traffic, a large Ford E550 Bus leaped to attack my poor, defencless dodge neon. I slammed on the brake and threw my hand onto the horn hopping this would scare the beastly Ford into stopping, but alas. Upon impact, the bus forced the divers side front tire into the axel, thus rending the car usless.  The glass window, currently in my door, exploded and shot glass shrapnel up and into my arm.  My right hand was on the horn, when the air bag deployed at nearly 200 mph, my hand was pusshing against it and was flung behind me.  My head was turned as  I watched the bus crash into my small sedan, so when the airbag inflated, it hit the side of my face and launched my glasses out the window.<br />
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Everyone mentions hot painful and dangerous airbags can be, they inflate quickly, and people can brake their noses on it.  However, no one ever mentions the sulfur based accelerant used to inflate the airbag.  Once the Airbag's use is fofilled, it deflates, pumping out plumes of horribly smelling, thick, white smoke.  So of course, my athesma kicked in, and I coughed alot, while blinded by both the lack of glasses and the stinky smoke.  So, car totaled, and I have a noodle arm.  Well, it turns out this E550 was a bus from a senior citizen retierment home, so, the bus that attacked me, was fulled loaded with old people, and to top it all off, the dirver was in training, that was the first thing out of his mouth 'I'm in training'... great.  Maybe this is just me, but I'd not train a man to drive a bus full of old people.  Train him in an empty bus, in a parking lot? <br />
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ANYWAYS, that was monday, this is TUESDAY, my birthday, hooray for me and my noodle arm. ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>2500</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 26 Feb 2006 00:36:05 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ 2,500 views AND I can use Image Ready now, I am pleased.  um... Expect more 3D... if you want your char 3D I'm gonna have to ask for money, casue it's a really long process....and Chibi, always the Chibi...<br />
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yeah erm.. end update ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>Rise of the Chibi</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 14 Nov 2005 12:25:02 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ December is approaching, I've already begun a list of NEW CHIBI including Erik, Dire and Katman!  Between requests, edits and personal desire to draw them, my list is up to 9.  I'm not sure if I can do more then one a day, but I'll sure as hell try.  So please, send your requests and desires, I want to get the entire Twilight Chat Chibified at one point or another. ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>2001!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 13 Nov 2005 23:30:56 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ 2001 : A thing with stuff, and Monkeys and Monoliths and Space and HAL and LOOK AT ME YAY PAGE VIEWS! ]]></description>
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                <title>Climbing up the Corprate Ladder</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 22 Sep 2005 20:06:49 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Finally, after long last, after years of service, I am now the assistant Manager of my Petco.  This fact fills me with joyous joy, that I will now get paid for the work I do.  See, I've been acting as Assistant Manager for years, but was never compensated for it.  I tried to do less work, but it's not my style... people KNOW I know what I'm doing and relay on me to help them with THINGS.  So now, I'll get SALARY and will no longer be a wage monkey and I can buy Neat things, NEAT THINGS ARE NICE <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>Money is Neat</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 28 Aug 2005 20:51:00 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So here I sit, and I say to myself 'Self? Money is Neat... you should get some'.  well I thought this was a pretty neat idea and so I told myself 'Self, you should get money for you art!' and I thought about that and said again to myself 'Self, thats a good idea, but not commissions, you know as well as I do, you can't put a price on damn near anything, especillay your artwork'.  Of course I knew I was right, most of the people I know are as poor as I am.  Then I spoke up again, interrupting myself 'you know asking commissions is a bit much for you, it's not your style... however, your not going to turn down money or payment if it came your way.'  Once again, I knew I was right... that happens alot when I talk to myself.  ANYWAY, the conclusion we came to ( me and myself) is that we ( I ) think it would be neat if we (I ) got donations.  Any payment form is accepted, Art Trade, Gold Stars, nice paper american money, speedy paypal transfers, doesn't matter... hell, the occasional 'damn! thats awesome' is always appriciated, but I can do little with it but boost my embarissingly low art ego.   <br />
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So Yes, I am now accepting donations, however I will not request them... it's just not me. ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>CHIBI MONTH DAMN IT &gt;_&lt;</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 08 Aug 2005 23:36:53 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've gotten only 3 requests, and the Third is almsot done.  damn it people, this is FUN for me, give me things to Chibify >_< ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>August is Chibi Month</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 02 Aug 2005 17:53:29 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ Alright, I'm have WAY too much fun drawing Chibi and I'm unnaturally good at it.  ANYWAYS, you have a char you want Chibified? just ask <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> it takes me little to no time to draw one, color is aslo an option, or you can do it yourself. ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>1-2-3-4</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 01 Aug 2005 18:27:04 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ hooray for counting! 1,234 hits <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> <br />
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this Deviant page is brought to you by the letter B and the number 42 ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>Cornelius</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 26 Jul 2005 22:40:38 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I now have a Cactus, he's point has has little growths that look like arms.  his name is Cornelius, he is an Angery Cactus. ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>The Hunt Begins....</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 23 Jul 2005 01:08:57 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I finished Half-Blood Prince.  I have URGES to draw things... I have ideas... and might have to make them happen with the power of lead and ink.  Such thoughts I have... *grins, rolls hands in themselves manically* ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>VIRAL BRAIN MONSTERS!</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 12 Jul 2005 13:44:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I've got another head virus... I had one a month ago that infected the casing of the artery that goes into my brain.  But THIS one, is in my Right ear.. and it amplifies the movements of my head and sends teh feedback to my brain which casues me to be lightheaded, nautious and dizzy.  Basically I have Viral Vertigo, and thats LAME.<br />
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>_< ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>OMG HEADACHE &gt;_&lt;</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 11 Jul 2005 16:17:37 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ so for roughly 18 hours I've had a crazy ass dizzy/headachey feeling that feels like I'm either drunk or just got off a rollercoaster... of which I've done neither in a long time.. so I'm annoyed and dizzy >_< ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>Not Ill?</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 21 Jun 2005 08:56:23 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ well. I THINK I'm better... it doesn't feel like a Jedi is choking me any more... so yes... hooray for healed.  and on a side note, happy birthday to me! as of yesterday about 6a-ish I turned 23... hooray.  I got THINGS, oh such things did I get *hugs Invader Zim House Box Set, pets cheese* ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>Ill!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 11 Jun 2005 07:08:43 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So.... I have a viral infection... of the casing that surrounds the artery to my brain.....nothing will CURE it, but I have steriods and an anti inflamitory.....and on TOP of that, the two meds combined will give me mood swings. It's getting difficult to breathe and I'm fighting off cold sweats, it sucks ass.  dosen't this sound like FUN? ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>Buy my things!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 23 May 2005 12:31:00 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm poor, so I'm ebaying some stuff I  have, BID ON THEM, I require moneys<br />
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<a href="http://search.ebay.com/_W0QQsassZhereticinfedel">[link]</a> ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>DEVIL'S NUMBER!</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 12 May 2005 12:42:55 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ WOO! I hit 666 today! hooray for me!  hooray for you! *prepares to put new  art up* ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>Artists Block</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 09 May 2005 22:50:01 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ yes, I have it, and it angers me, I  draw one nice pair of large orange  breasts and now I can't think to draw  anything. it makes me sad. ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>The Devil's Number minus 116</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 28 Apr 2005 17:56:58 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ WOOO! 550 page views! yay me! thanks  people for looking at my stuff <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>Dave is it?!</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 28 Apr 2005 00:09:25 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So we got a new assistant manager at  work, whoop-de-de.  but then he tells  me that he is only here for 3-8 months  becasue he is just being trained to be  a district manager.  thats not  cool, I  have to train my superior? fuck that  shit...*ANGERY GNASHING TEETH @_@* ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>CARCRASH *GNASHING ANGERY TEETH*</title>
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                <pubDate>Sat, 23 Apr 2005 18:41:45 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ so the lady infront of me had none of  her lights on telling me, in my head,  that she is moving.  I looked down the  street to make sure no one was coming,  thre wasn't a car to be seen, so I  pressed the gas.  Behold! the lady  infrot of me had NOT moved... for some  apperent reason and I drove under her  fat ass SUV with my tiny Neon.  <br />
Alas, her bumper is ajar, and my  insurance pays for it, 'Hell Car'  however looks like the incredible hulk  punched it's right light out.  the  frame is solid, engine works, hell, the  light still works, however it is a sad  sad ugly car that I must fix with cash  and parts.   I will take a picute and  submit it as art... becasue I say it  is... ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>Car Savvy!</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 07 Apr 2005 22:33:06 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I'm an Artist, not a mechanic... and  I'm driving down the highway when  suddenly I hear a loud pop!.. like any  worried person, I pulled over and  opened the hood to find that the  distrubutor cap and poped and what  looked like part of a spark plug was on  the engine block.  like the Geniuos I  am, I said 'Self, what the hell is  that?' and I proceded to pick it up.<br />
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it was hot... very VERY VERY HOT! and I  burt myself and it hurts....<br />
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so then I said 'Well self, nice going  you twit...so lets get to the  mechanic's shop and see what they can  do'  so I drove, and my car didn't like  to be driven with out a spark plug. so  it make alot of noise and smelled  really bad and otehr drivers got pretty  agitated at me and it sucked ass.  So I  pulled into the mechanic's shop and he  walked out and said ' what happened to  your spark plug, I could tell by that  noise'  so I showed him the piece I so  stupidly picked up and he said ' wow,  I've never seen it break off like  that.' the nice man gave me a new one  and sent me on my way... it was keen. ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>343!</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 07 Apr 2005 06:40:41 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ 6:38 Am, I have reached 343 page views,  finally tieing me with my friend  ~BlueYuni-chan.  go me! <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /><br />
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UPDATE: yes,I m still going insane ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>Slowly, Insanity Takes-Over</title>
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                <pubDate>Tue, 05 Apr 2005 18:06:39 PDT</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I've officaly become Over-Worked and  under appreciated, not so much in the  Art field, but just in Life.  So in the  next few days I'm going to take time  off from my two jobs and just be lazy,  becasue I need it and deserve it.   I  don't mean to be pompus, but anything  good you guys wanna say about me wou;d  me most welcomed csaue frankly, I feel  like crap and need cheering up casue  life, indeed, does suck ass.<br />
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Becasue of all that I have previously  stated, I belive I'm slowly slipping  into a State of Insanity, hands  twitchy, can't stay focused, drawing  ... well crazy things I don't normally  draw ( Ex. Akron), forgetting to eat,  multi-tasking when I shoudn't be,  becoming frustrated at things that  don't deserve it, exhausted after alot  of sleep, wide awake after little to  none.... so yeah, basic suburban  insanity.... please help.... ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>Hooray the Crap has Ended!</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 01 Apr 2005 01:53:43 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So by some miracle, I can now submit  things and this pleases me becasue I  was angery and now I am not which is  nice. ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>What the Crap</title>
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                <pubDate>Thu, 31 Mar 2005 06:14:24 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ I've been having problems submiting my  work.  When I go thoguht the process, I  can get to step Two and once I finish  the description and click submit, the  location in teh browser changes to step  Three, but that displayed  information  is still step Two.  Please tell me I'm  not crazy and that this it really some  kid of fixable Error. ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>200!</title>
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                <pubDate>Mon, 21 Mar 2005 16:24:14 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ HOORAY! 200 Page Views! this made my  day ^____^ ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>Didn't see THAT coming</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 20 Mar 2005 22:33:28 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ so randomly, my assistat Manager walked  out today never to return.  she left a  nasty letter that accused me of  stealing, my manager being uncaring and  incompetent and made my cohort cry.   this makes me sad, and things that make  me sad, usually make more people sad.  so I spent a good part of the day  picking up the pieces of shattered  emotions, hoory for me.  course not  some of the employees think that I will  be the new Assistant Manager...which  would be ...neat?.. I'd get Salery, but  then I'd be an assistat manager and I'd  have to be all pompous and arrogant  like she was...or not... I'm sure if I  get the job I'll be as laid back and  rougish as I've ever been, and I'm sure  that'll be apprichiated by the  'corperate big wigs' but I don't care!  my loyalty is to the employees that  have to deal with all the crap  managment and 'big wigs' dish out!   *will become the RetailAvenger!* ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>He'll get whats coming to him!</title>
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                <pubDate>Sun, 20 Mar 2005 01:22:38 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ So I found out today, that my lying,  cheating, sneaky father  has 26 days to  magically come up with a total of about  $20,000 to pay back my mom and her  lawyer or he'll go to prison.  Now...  I'm sorry I don't mean to be a cold  hearted jerk, but thats Freaking  awesome, mainly casue he deserves it  but also $700 of the $20,000 shoudl be  mine <img src="http://e.deviantart.com/emoticons/b/biggrin.gif" width="15" height="15" alt=":D" title=":D (Big Grin)" /> and that fact pleases me like few  things do. ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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                <title>IT'S HOT &gt;_&lt;</title>
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                <pubDate>Fri, 11 Mar 2005 14:08:37 PST</pubDate>
                
                <description><![CDATA[ This sucks, I live a few miles out of  SEATTLE and it's MARCH and OVER 70  degrees out! what the hell?! the  Seattle area is covered with rain and  clouds and stuff... I miss the cold,  wet rain -_- ]]></description>
                <author>~Joshernaut</author>
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