<?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-2357714393378510231</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:10:32.135-07:00</updated><category term='cocoa'/><category term='apple'/><title type='text'>mmmritzcrackers</title><subtitle type='html'>A ramble of crackers and rice. A novel in the making but a one month goal (no plot no problem book) AND all typed in dvorak keyboard(look it up). Withalot of coffee and tea</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357714393378510231/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>mmmritzcrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02063857438277593319</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>16</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357714393378510231.post-237754473213848569</id><published>2008-10-18T10:16:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-12-20T09:23:10.910-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Coffee Muffins</title><content type='html'>I came here  to work, and I can not leave this seat but to work, and drink .. &lt;br /&gt;But i don't want to work, or do I want to work. Am I working now? Do I love work to work if I don't know the steps to work, or is it that i am mearly working now , so I may post this and say it was work. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh no, it is not work. It is a post to say I was working when I was not working. But I am working, right now I am typing and biting my pen in teeth , marks to write on paper code and plans to work. But the work does not reach the computer. It stays on text to not become work. &lt;br /&gt;But when one does work the typing of lovely buttons makes work. A clickety mouse click and clack . Work then becomes work. Only that it's finally done and on print, no type, no ink, no ehto.. digital lights and electricity with 01100110011010010111001101101000 hilarity ensues to the work that was once type on paper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My paycheck pursues.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357714393378510231-237754473213848569?l=mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com/feeds/237754473213848569/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2357714393378510231&amp;postID=237754473213848569' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357714393378510231/posts/default/237754473213848569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357714393378510231/posts/default/237754473213848569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com/2008/10/coffee.html' title='Coffee Muffins'/><author><name>mmmritzcrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02063857438277593319</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357714393378510231.post-2438881406378502620</id><published>2007-10-10T07:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-10-10T07:03:31.844-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT: diner&lt;br /&gt;Standing before a plate of fries. &lt;br /&gt;Trevor glansses out the window to hunt out his prey&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A beatiful girl runns by carrying a cammera and some bags&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    trevor&lt;br /&gt;"Check!" He hurls out &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT:Street, a mosh of people prepare for something sorta dragon fest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cammey runs into the crowd looking for a something.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    cammey&lt;br /&gt;Where  are these ingredients? Why do they have to be in chinese?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She gets distracted by the surronding and vendors&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    cammey&lt;br /&gt;hmm, Oh! maybe trevor would like this for his girlfriend. And this would go good with maxes gem collection. Now what about othelo? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    cammey&lt;br /&gt;Sir how much is this pendant ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    shop keep&lt;br /&gt;90,000 £¢∞??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    cammey&lt;br /&gt;90@% WHA ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    cammey&lt;br /&gt;No no  i'll give you 784... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They bargin for a bit.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT: Big trevvor Sauters wanders into the mess of a begging of the parade holding a box. &lt;-- Oooo a box ! What joy ! --&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He spies around with binoculares &lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- Sees: A moose eating, a flying boy that quickly falls to the ground, chairs being organized in rows as people argure withone another, A statue... He Takes a note of it's where abouts and it's name, Then HER...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He approaches from afar&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT: Her at the shop still arrguing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    cammey &lt;-- Her mind... &lt;br /&gt;Great ! Now where is my money.. Oh dear no I just had it, lets see I was just lets see ... Trailing off...&lt;br /&gt;, As she negotiates he reaches a postion of Yeah sure Whatever&lt;br /&gt;And the camera Goes off freazing him in his place. but in a non statue method of her having convinseing control of him now...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;As in !  Whatever she asks he will comply in a weankoned state But it is totallyp out of charecter when he freezes &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ehh.. Ah.... ehto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Trevvor Notices this, She kinda freaks out and runs away with the new gifts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT: pre-parade grounds: Crowds gathring &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    trevvor&lt;br /&gt;Hey, wait a second&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    cammey&lt;br /&gt;stalker... ? reporter? Just how much did he see ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;-- does she alread y know about the camera ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lots of flashes go off in her direction, Then as he c/loses in she puts the cammera on her head and points it in his directon, He Jumps like he dodging a speeding Train packed with bullets and gernades &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She looks behind herself to check on his whereabouts. Sees no one and calms down to dring some tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT: Tea shop&lt;br /&gt;She tinkers with stuff. A book with a lot of weird writing andh a golden bookmark&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She sips tea and he greets her from behind carrying a huge mirror strapped like a shield&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    trevvor&lt;br /&gt;I feel like a kid out of and old fantasy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is spotted in her compact mirror, but she quickly spins aronud to capture him, ending up reflecting her self.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    trevvor&lt;br /&gt;Ha! It worked ! To easy ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Then! A huge car went hurtling across and over the two as they sat their discussing tea. She snaps a picture before it lands, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lier! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmm no , Simple mesh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Durinng the distractions she leans up and Snaps a shot of his facce. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    cammey&lt;br /&gt;Say Cheese, Gotcha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Trevor&lt;br /&gt;Ack, ! D@m it!,,..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    Trevor&lt;br /&gt;Ugh, So what happens now? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Cammey&lt;br /&gt;Nothing special. Your just my new recruit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Trevor&lt;br /&gt;Recruit? What do you mean by that? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;INT: A dark room place&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sammy looks around to find a driver.. &lt;-- Driver ?? &lt;br /&gt;A Book perchance, Film?  A cord&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT: Street, Cammey and Trevor walking down the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Cammey&lt;br /&gt;So do you know the past lives of  Great Angels? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Trevor&lt;br /&gt;What do you mean... &lt;br /&gt;Like Jacob or Grabrieal? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Cammey&lt;br /&gt;Sure those are a few..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boxes... The brothers and their sister&lt;br /&gt;After: The four hanging on a bridge lijkkea a rope.. Danger like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Before: All walking dswn the beach, eating icecream.. ehto...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Dragons... new wonder for trinity &lt;br /&gt;Music transfer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;____________________________________________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT: Two Walking: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Time ehr.. Bunnies ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After effects of teh Camerrtas  side3 effects.. Visions, OH!  Colros..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Durivng the Times that the affected person is under the control of the yes and nos They envision aura colors pertaianning to if the7y aggree olr not, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;BLOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;iterators, whatever of the , ahrg , sal;ad, No wait, bad burger.. Um Tuesday in the tropics. Ehh Hmm, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B;ah ....&lt;br /&gt;So it's like ,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toh yo bu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Colors+&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT: A swacth of colors flow all aruond him in a dream like. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Color theroreies abound' like stawbriees in the autum.  Designs, manifistations and the likes of all of the hues. Propegating to his birth and his death then his first kiss. Then His first jOb. Wath  makes him tick and what gives him reasoning ability. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HER Colors: All pure red.. She lost her colors and gained divinity of Rued. &lt;br /&gt;                            Pan up through house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT: House, Feeding family supper.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Familry discussing stuff, like home work and nature and stuid dificulity stuff.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"another" &lt;-- Someone packing an extra lunch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Later:     A broken camera&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Racist Senotor for hire. &lt;-- weird rude..&lt;br /&gt;Stick with it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Science, what really it's true after allnoa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT: river bank, a turtle floats by on a river current happy as a turtle can be..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;Back in the saddle&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or maybe not at All. Hmmm can't get into it at alllll... This suckss &lt;br /&gt;What the hell was going on at all then.&lt;br /&gt;A girl with a camera that forces a gental request into the minds of the victium leading to preforming that request somehow no matter if they can or not. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kill them selves ? That is a ground the villian can not cross yet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I cant' rememeber it ! rememeber &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or in it the day of the light that someone can not see past their nose..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chairs    Gotta see past the quoted breaker Or could you never anyway Hmmmm ?L &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm so what the hel is the matter ? Hmmm ? No thier is really nonoe for its open network. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A tidal wave erubts. The danger increases in the backlash..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Title 2::::::::::::::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________________________________________________________________________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bck to basics.. Or what do you want to do ??? Eh ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT: a cave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Dannger is even greater to the 4 as they tread deeper into the ground and find a power glove ?? Eh ?     ??? !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    girl&lt;br /&gt;Waht do you think we have here ? I found something broken in  this avalanche..  Snow is everywhere… Help me! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    B3&lt;br /&gt;G! Chill ! It’s ok we cgan survive .. &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    gil&lt;br /&gt;Where is mom! … Why is she not protecting us.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    b2&lt;br /&gt;By the way. Do anyof you know what her current job is again now.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    b1&lt;br /&gt;An expert of sometihng new I heard. Shilla said she was traveling and would be geting us a new Maid watch dog &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    girl&lt;br /&gt;Stop it , their not Dog. They have feelings . She is just busy is all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    b3&lt;br /&gt;Yeah, to busy for us.. tram…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    b1&lt;br /&gt;Cut it out before you regret your words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    b3&lt;br /&gt;Yeah alright. You know e=nough as it is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Teh chill in the ailr gets greater and greater. A blue wind rolls- on by. ONce before this time a weak evil squated in this realm. It filled it with disenchatned trinkets OA broken dragon head&lt;br /&gt;Where is the peice S &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT: Street&lt;br /&gt;Road signs ahead, Cammey runs redlights ahead looking for the fool that ran away. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT: police room&lt;br /&gt;He sits at a desk going over notes in his Investigatieon that he was previously suppost to be investigating..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dOsiier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    CHeif&lt;br /&gt;You know why we hired you , and shipped you into this town? Hmm Do you remeber? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Trevor&lt;br /&gt;Yes sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Cheif&lt;br /&gt;Oh? Then tell Me why &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Trevor&lt;br /&gt;To save…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Cheif&lt;br /&gt;Yes Thats right, to save four  kids at the request of the sponcer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Teve&lt;br /&gt;And I have penetrated the company home where they reside&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Cheif&lt;br /&gt;Oh you have. Yet I get nothing back from you and the assignment. Instead my men find you staring at a wall two days later mumbeling something about guilt in an alley way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CAn you expalin youlsel/f and your sudden need to diobay orders? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;___________&lt;br /&gt;Trevor Makes a messed up smirk &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Trevor O.T.&lt;br /&gt;You really want to know about a stuid cammera making you do stupid things and seeing colors like a bad drug trip. No I dont think you do. I dant even see it as something I can believe in. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Trevor&lt;br /&gt;*( A cool calm come bock to his true grace and powering reason, what he was hiered for )* &lt;br /&gt;SIr if I may, I came here due to my skills in countless solved cases and resurces of the cities bbtonen tukgChck©ç© i˚ˆ∂˙†n&lt;br /&gt;I said it has to be SNAPPY ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boo ya! In your Place Cheif ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Chief&lt;br /&gt;Ah… Well then… If we may get back to the case then….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;REVEAL ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Trevor&lt;br /&gt;Cammey the ≥¥∆ƒ˚©ƒ≈©∫µ will be found guilty of her past deeds and put to a final trial at your hands no less&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT: Hallway&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Cheif&lt;br /&gt;WAit .. I have something else to add. In light of your current show of work I have assigned another officer to work with you on the case. &lt;br /&gt;*( Hes showing HIS power now Mu ha ah a hah ahh aH HA !  )* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Trevor&lt;br /&gt;*Chkech! * What ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Cheif&lt;br /&gt;Yes- starting imedditly agent (term simi rookie)  Barbra is with you 24 7 (Beh term) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Trevor&lt;br /&gt;Are you pulling my leg sir. ? I dont work with partners &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    cheif&lt;br /&gt;Yes . That was the past and this is  (meh) Starting now you do. Dont forget Who is the Cheif in this situation. If &lt;br /&gt;————-LOTS Of fight talk I cant write fastu enoucgh ————-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Trevor&lt;br /&gt;™£¢∞§¶•&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Cheif&lt;br /&gt;Barbra.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;—Babs enters &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Babs&lt;br /&gt;(brown hair. Eh.. not really eles.. dont know what she is for)&lt;br /&gt;It will be a plesure to work with you Trevor sir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Trevorl&lt;br /&gt;Please no first names, Agent ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Babs&lt;br /&gt;Excuse me. The Name is Barbra RUttha yfgç®®ˆ¨´ø∆˚≈∂ˆ¨∂˙&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Trevor&lt;br /&gt;Ruth.. ?? NAme.. it is then. Come on lets go..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT: WAIT ! WHERE IDI THE PLOHT REVEAL GO ! &lt;br /&gt;( OH Wait , she is another transfer agent Trevor alread y knows and is fighting friends with ) Nhe speakss russian ………. cofusding &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT: Restruaunt Shop &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    babs&lt;br /&gt;Children it is then ..     Why do  they have to be the targets ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Trevor&lt;br /&gt;No idea, but thats what comes up in all of her found documents when we infiltratted their &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Babs&lt;br /&gt;And the device S &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;br /&gt;    Trevor&lt;br /&gt;A camera of all things. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Babs&lt;br /&gt;Eh?!? Is it notisble ? Or does it look like a normal old camera? And what happens  —————— Trick&lt;br /&gt;when you get your picture taken ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Trevor&lt;br /&gt;So does this count for our little list ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Babs &lt;br /&gt;Oh you cant be serious !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Trevor&lt;br /&gt;Oh but I can. You know the drill. I give you a need to know bassis. You get ten questions + 1 extra if you tell me your age, and one extrla if you tell me your birth date. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Babs *miphiffet* &lt;br /&gt;Alright 10 it is then &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_________________——————- ARRRRRRRRRRRRRggggggggggggg make ten questions ——————————&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Babs Goes over notes and sits for a bit. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;    Babs&lt;br /&gt;Cheese Cake right here&lt;br /&gt;—-Stares at Trover —&lt;br /&gt;Shut up, it helps me think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT: Cave Kids looking around exiting cave&lt;br /&gt;——— why are they their in the first place ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357714393378510231-2438881406378502620?l=mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com/feeds/2438881406378502620/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2357714393378510231&amp;postID=2438881406378502620' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357714393378510231/posts/default/2438881406378502620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357714393378510231/posts/default/2438881406378502620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com/2007/10/int-diner-standing-before-plate-of.html' title=''/><author><name>mmmritzcrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02063857438277593319</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357714393378510231.post-2459575777377739471</id><published>2007-08-22T19:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-24T18:42:47.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>munchies neeeeeed</title><content type='html'>Hmmmmmm, can't make sence of it all to much to ponder off into the channel of this crap &lt;br /&gt;must, ... write .. down ... small ... shows ... plot... study... time ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Noir&lt;br /&gt;Chit chat sowe info to the chairecter in a small precurrsor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The two main chairs enter a house to an open door. Feels like a trap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ready their guns and search around&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Go to investigate rooms with guns now drawn. To find the owners out...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First main startled and remorseful&lt;br /&gt;The second is oblivious to hthe sceen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT Paris&lt;br /&gt;naritive about what happened in reflections&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash back of her watch and her as a young kid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second chair says cold things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NAR reveal that they were trying to trap the main chairs, but left to soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;flash back an episode to interogate an assian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she aint talking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BEautiful paris&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second girl waters the plant&lt;br /&gt;7:00 minutes in ! Yikes! And this is a slow show....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;explain history of Noir, riddled in puzzles&lt;br /&gt;Reveal more of the flash back again&lt;br /&gt;A body it the flashback&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One girl tells the other to stay home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT: A barroom and the janitor explaining some history&lt;br /&gt;She trusted them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was at that barroom the chat something important. He left an item there.&lt;br /&gt;A bottle of dated wine, and an audio memory plays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT: Girl in street being followed, she draws her gun and points to an empty alley&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TRANSITION&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT: Home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Both girls talk while staring at the bottle of wine&lt;br /&gt;second girl finds some weird code at the bottom of the bottles banner&lt;br /&gt;The first girl states she already has no idea what that is about&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She iterates that he must have known something in a center town&lt;br /&gt;Then They realize where it was and what it was about after some pondering&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;panout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT: WOODS GATE GRAVEYARD CATACOMBS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT: CATACOMBS&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Girl investigates and uses the clues on the bottle to navigate the maze at seven&lt;br /&gt;To find a letter waiting for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EXT: GRAVEYARD&lt;br /&gt;A man pulls a gun at her. She states that she already knew he was following her&lt;br /&gt;He readies to shoot but gets his hand shot from the shadows with the second Noir&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;They interrogate him&lt;br /&gt;Who are you taking orders from, A shootout and chase begins from more shots elsewhere&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT: CHURCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First Noir stays calm while she awaits the fools attack holding a candle staff&lt;br /&gt;She turns to fire&lt;br /&gt;EXT: Second Noir just fired to drop a guy, she stands as blank as ever&lt;br /&gt;Show more down gunmen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT: First Noir interrogates the guy with her gun drawn again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She accuses him of knocking off her friends from earlier &lt;br /&gt;He states that it was just orders from secret peeps&lt;br /&gt;A long standoff, &lt;br /&gt;FLASHBACK her tiny again, the watch and the body again&lt;br /&gt;Back to her eyes and more memories of her friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She shoots him anyway out of anger&lt;br /&gt;The second Noir is now there to just stare and leave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;INT: Home First reading the letter&lt;br /&gt;The soladates&lt;br /&gt;She declares them as the enemy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second watering the plants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First explains that her family was killed and she does not know why&lt;br /&gt;Just that stupid watch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Has no memories at all. She is sorry.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First declares She will win herself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357714393378510231-2459575777377739471?l=mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com/feeds/2459575777377739471/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2357714393378510231&amp;postID=2459575777377739471' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357714393378510231/posts/default/2459575777377739471'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357714393378510231/posts/default/2459575777377739471'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com/2007/08/munchies-neeeeeed.html' title='munchies neeeeeed'/><author><name>mmmritzcrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02063857438277593319</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357714393378510231.post-9040081006308051132</id><published>2007-08-15T17:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-15T19:35:04.013-07:00</updated><title type='text'>So it is all to confusing?</title><content type='html'>Well you should read the novel :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm actually that thing makes more sence. These ramblings are more focused on keeping thoughts out and open while I thinkys past the beginning of the next plot... ! Ooooo vent!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;test &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Paper trail+&lt;br /&gt;1_______________&lt;br /&gt;vecy: So I went to go get the paper the other day.&lt;br /&gt;leah: yeah... what was in it? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2___________&lt;br /&gt; vecy: err,, eeee, I dont think you want to know&lt;br /&gt;leah: Arrhh now its killing me, what was in it ! ? !&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3_______________&lt;br /&gt;vecy: pause ~  *creeeak* opens paper&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4______________&lt;br /&gt;:: a hundred dollars flutters out of the paper ::&lt;br /&gt;leah: --&gt; :: in shock ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;______________________________________&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Do not mince words+&lt;br /&gt;1_______________________&lt;br /&gt;leah:  So what are we going to do with this ? ::--- ehto&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;retake--- ::snatch::  So ......&lt;br /&gt;vecy: So, what ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2________________&lt;br /&gt;vecy: Choose your words wisely&lt;br /&gt;leah:  --&gt; :: smiles ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3________________&lt;br /&gt;leah: So what are ,, Wee, going to do with this,&lt;br /&gt;We ??&lt;br /&gt;vecy: Sure, weeee &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4________________&lt;br /&gt;vecy: --&gt; ::hand chop:: Money chop ! &lt;br /&gt;MINE ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leah: ouch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________________________&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Limos+&lt;br /&gt;1______________________________&lt;br /&gt;leah: ow, what did yado that for ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vecy: Gold , Diamonds, limos...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2_____________________&lt;br /&gt;vecy: ::Dream sequence:: ::life styles of rich stuff::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3__________________________&lt;br /&gt;vecy: ::more dreams:: ::And then :: limos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4_________________&lt;br /&gt;leah: Limos? Why limos? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;________________________________________&lt;br /&gt;---------------------------------------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;+Which is better+&lt;br /&gt;1____________________________&lt;br /&gt;leah:  icecream? &lt;br /&gt;vecy: ::blinks:: Oh sure why not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2_______________________&lt;br /&gt;:: both walking ::  :: other chair in bc ::&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3________________________&lt;br /&gt;3: *whisper* Why not play the stock market ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4________________________________&lt;br /&gt;vecy: Ooh yeah Stocks make Limos&lt;br /&gt;leah: : ::twaps head,:: I was so close to rockey road&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTES:: more words ???? Oh titles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;names: miki solfa vorl&lt;br /&gt;june vecy vohile leah Nicole&lt;br /&gt;Layla Molly &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oscar Riley Jared Dakota&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;These are boring&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357714393378510231-9040081006308051132?l=mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com/feeds/9040081006308051132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2357714393378510231&amp;postID=9040081006308051132' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357714393378510231/posts/default/9040081006308051132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357714393378510231/posts/default/9040081006308051132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com/2007/08/so-it-is-all-to-confusing.html' title='So it is all to confusing?'/><author><name>mmmritzcrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02063857438277593319</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357714393378510231.post-3835170963329195224</id><published>2007-08-14T17:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T17:35:16.114-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOG post.. AAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGG to many days away from the postssss</title><content type='html'>Can,t ‘ write it enough faster … blathhh &lt;br /&gt;Ehto&lt;br /&gt;Need to post to myspaceee.&lt;br /&gt; Logos and neat color crapypp &lt;br /&gt;Make a trip idea thingyyy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;,, Rocket boom, flatery or a becon of ht  njut post it straight out.. &lt;br /&gt;A charm,, no a wait . Bahha baha hbha t &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Is that wrong ? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------------------&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357714393378510231-3835170963329195224?l=mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com/feeds/3835170963329195224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2357714393378510231&amp;postID=3835170963329195224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357714393378510231/posts/default/3835170963329195224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357714393378510231/posts/default/3835170963329195224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com/2007/08/blog-post-aaaarrrrrrrrrrrrggggggggggggg.html' title='BLOG post.. AAAARRRRRRRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGG to many days away from the postssss'/><author><name>mmmritzcrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02063857438277593319</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357714393378510231.post-8316810176270244440</id><published>2007-08-14T17:33:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T17:33:30.433-07:00</updated><title type='text'>to touchy</title><content type='html'>BLOG____________________&lt;br /&gt;So another day at this and that .. OY! this is tirying to say the least. Or not really just need to get a new key board to writee this onto or type fastelr withd better acturacy and definition to the latter of the typing... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;SO today is filled with plot! NO to much., Charectersss. Azumanga DAoih ! Siengifeild !err whatever Back to writing .......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;----------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Spacship. The captain has come down with a cold., and now at helm is the son. A demon in disquise. &lt;br /&gt;Oliver. Eating ice scream. &lt;br /&gt;Eyeballs of dragons sorta like escargo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sugar beaasts arrr css coderss . What tha hell !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357714393378510231-8316810176270244440?l=mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com/feeds/8316810176270244440/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2357714393378510231&amp;postID=8316810176270244440' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357714393378510231/posts/default/8316810176270244440'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357714393378510231/posts/default/8316810176270244440'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com/2007/08/to-touchy.html' title='to touchy'/><author><name>mmmritzcrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02063857438277593319</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357714393378510231.post-2826747987244767454</id><published>2007-08-14T17:32:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T17:32:35.565-07:00</updated><title type='text'>buckels</title><content type='html'>BLOG&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HE tapped his lip like modarate round of boredom hit his head in well bordom. Then said. OH hey Tohru.. Whats up ! : It all went into a blind round of head spins &lt;br /&gt;TOgether the  plrans went down into the  dirt; save ntis leund this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So vtan do y ]oe ntisk the  plas roeld be ????&lt;br /&gt;June jnue jnue jnuee befs juneo beg-n ....&lt;br /&gt;Xatlllo---a---a--kxkxkxkxkxkxkxkxxx xeeeeee kor kor kor kor kor kor korlkol kos koasrls tt    mmmkxkxkkarot  jarot jarot jarot jaron jaron jarot ja jah ot .. ; charfe ! She went to the navee point..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;trurks before nte the j oh hay here ds ntu Q quathum quantum ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MAids clean the messes oy others  BUt ho they find ; q j ;qjkxbmwvz&lt;br /&gt;Oe soenhs  is the  eirtr &lt;= " nte rhi rken" %&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;%= " se dn,s os dn i-"%&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Venis &lt;br /&gt;VEnusVenus COffee  loggo\ee&lt;br /&gt;Coffee&lt;br /&gt;YAy! &lt;br /&gt;Yay!&lt;br /&gt;YaY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;YaY!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Blooh in a vampire must be ;uise  dlp grm oll ef thu fuolrs ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yfgcrplaoeuidhtns-'",&lt;&gt;.pypyfgccrl/?+==+|\Oeuidhtns-&lt;br /&gt;qjqjqjkxkxbmwv;qjk;qjkxbwvzZzzvwwwwwmbbbbbbbbbbbbbbxxxxkkjq;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vampires  why do they matter if all they need uis a dose of blood in the veinss to surive . ? Q; Could it be taht they need more tahn that,? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you truely live + Its an anomily to be per cise Tyypng is fuunnn NOT&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357714393378510231-2826747987244767454?l=mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com/feeds/2826747987244767454/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2357714393378510231&amp;postID=2826747987244767454' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357714393378510231/posts/default/2826747987244767454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357714393378510231/posts/default/2826747987244767454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com/2007/08/buckels.html' title='buckels'/><author><name>mmmritzcrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02063857438277593319</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357714393378510231.post-7332566796294779129</id><published>2007-08-14T17:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-14T17:21:49.805-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Errrrrrrrgg this novel day is shot</title><content type='html'>Yeah nothing today... Just Balhh .nmo itphb ithplots of noise right now. Not to fond of old music I guesss  :(&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;---------&lt;br /&gt;MMMM hh the Card says to vent ! &lt;br /&gt;Hmm watching bleach right now. waiting for dvd5 from netflix :( on  "long wait" &lt;br /&gt;But also jumped way high to ep 44 on cartoon network on veoh and then theirs a blog http://novastorm.animeblogger.net/category/bleach/&lt;br /&gt;That shows I am wAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY  behind, not since DBZ did I know of a series that could keep going . Though this has a story :D &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Errr novel... D@m it ' I guess I have to vent.... Hmmmm i neeeeeeeed dialog... But peoples conversations are soooo boring really &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I drink tea. That is a boring phrase .. &lt; woa the dvorak is working now YaY! &gt; &lt;br /&gt;how about&lt;br /&gt;i drink tea, on a starship off to attack a giant celestial glatical dragon. &lt;br /&gt;Hmmm to far &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drink tea, with a spot of blood "says the -british- vampire" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drink tea just fine and with or gufeigui&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drink tea before dawn everyday &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ane buthon euime ui enm uinmb U%&gt;$^%&amp;^*()&amp;^%YFGC&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357714393378510231-7332566796294779129?l=mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com/feeds/7332566796294779129/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2357714393378510231&amp;postID=7332566796294779129' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357714393378510231/posts/default/7332566796294779129'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357714393378510231/posts/default/7332566796294779129'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com/2007/08/errrrrrrrgg-this-novel-day-is-shot.html' title='Errrrrrrrgg this novel day is shot'/><author><name>mmmritzcrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02063857438277593319</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357714393378510231.post-4089177531839867398</id><published>2007-08-07T10:07:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T10:07:42.622-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Day 1 to 4 of Write a novel from coffee induction</title><content type='html'>\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day one.. &lt;br /&gt;Thi s bunny never has trouble starting on a blank ppaccggue borad&lt;br /&gt;Bunt Typing on dvorak is RRRRReeeeaaalllly hard right now to watcgh the key borad aleas without  scre]wing up ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Soo,; should I rheat and look or go back and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chuild just fell cause starbucks door sucks dirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And spell check this stuff ... Oh and what the hell is the simi rece oetnu noeSIMI colan do ? ;;;;;;; &lt;br /&gt;LIke I have an idea; then the idea is greator than that; odh wait !  The idea could have beetn; no that seems wronffg....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any wapy back to thue project at hand ... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tips! :;;;; woooooeeee simi conaANTOTEHR ! FIX THHE DAM DOOR STARBUCKS !&lt;br /&gt;I Cheated to write that ;p&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oh yeah the ; makes a nice  set of winking eyes  for ;p :D also me fave ^v^ or o_0 HA ha ha hahah ha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;:tip2 (was that  tip ?!?)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when writing co  wint nte ylov anh listun to sowu audio that  es forign  like flcl in japaneese or rusian  muic p&lt;br /&gt;GOtta learn rn to write wth eyes closed&gt; ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TIp 2;;;;; ; ; ; ; ;&lt;br /&gt;ehto ... Oh yeah  get some  nousu blocjing dead phones&lt;br /&gt;. Thep ehlp soooooooooooooooooo ;o;o;o;o;o much buh not with tgpitf an we cat nee .,.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tip 3&lt;br /&gt;...ehto ........ . . (insucn tdy huru {&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_______________&lt;br /&gt;_____&lt;br /&gt;_________________&lt;br /&gt;ehute uotoheutithei&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Enedh more esspresso...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;TOday and a/vays  iuarogg ins reallp hard no wline esppssialy if yoe c]a]t toh wcino yant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;',.pyfgcrl/=&lt;br /&gt;aoeuidhtnsss-&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;;qjkxbmwvz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Im oeh of thi nky stuff &lt;br /&gt;aoeuidhtnslrcgfyp.,'l/=\ ;qjkxbmwvz-ss---[]{}()*&amp;^%$#@!~&lt;br /&gt;OWO KAWIIKIi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;_____________________&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An hour latetr how is nte invisoxllu  wruhdncg going ???? &lt;br /&gt;Huh not asy bettell&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357714393378510231-4089177531839867398?l=mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com/feeds/4089177531839867398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2357714393378510231&amp;postID=4089177531839867398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357714393378510231/posts/default/4089177531839867398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357714393378510231/posts/default/4089177531839867398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com/2007/08/day-1-to-4-of-write-novel-from-coffee.html' title='Day 1 to 4 of Write a novel from coffee induction'/><author><name>mmmritzcrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02063857438277593319</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357714393378510231.post-3120852750349712983</id><published>2007-06-10T09:52:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2007-08-07T09:57:21.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'>NO ONE can make a web design app.</title><content type='html'>NO ONE can make a web design app. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I challenge any developer to make a real Webdesign app. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;None of you have a clue how to do it. And its right smack dab there in your face. &lt;br /&gt;Instead you spit out non-sense code like this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;div id="id0_inside"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                Fish&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;/div&gt;&lt;script type='text/javascript'&gt;&lt;br /&gt;##&lt;![CDATA[&lt;br /&gt;blocks_fixBox('id0');&lt;br /&gt;##]]&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/script&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;div id="id1_outside"style=" margin:0px; padding-left:2.0px; padding-right:2.0px; padding-top:5.0px; padding-bottom:5.0px; position:absolute; left:20.0px; top:30.0px; width:312.0px;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;div id="id1_inside"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                aotutohexuthoeuthoeu&lt;br /&gt;              &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WTF is that ! Do you even know how to make a web page by hand? If you did you would NEVER leave a designer or a coder with that kind of code on their webpage. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This kind of disrespect for the art of it all just pisses me off.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357714393378510231-3120852750349712983?l=mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com/feeds/3120852750349712983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2357714393378510231&amp;postID=3120852750349712983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357714393378510231/posts/default/3120852750349712983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357714393378510231/posts/default/3120852750349712983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com/2007/06/no-one-can-make-web-design-app.html' title='NO ONE can make a web design app.'/><author><name>mmmritzcrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02063857438277593319</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357714393378510231.post-6505789989889050782</id><published>2007-01-12T14:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-12T14:55:40.032-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Ahhhh geeeeezzzzzzzz</title><content type='html'>So in neeeeeed of Redbull and crackers.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357714393378510231-6505789989889050782?l=mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com/feeds/6505789989889050782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2357714393378510231&amp;postID=6505789989889050782' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357714393378510231/posts/default/6505789989889050782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357714393378510231/posts/default/6505789989889050782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com/2007/01/ahhhh-geeeeezzzzzzzz.html' title='Ahhhh geeeeezzzzzzzz'/><author><name>mmmritzcrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02063857438277593319</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357714393378510231.post-6593881109933206406</id><published>2006-11-08T10:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T10:22:27.631-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The crash of the rain !</title><content type='html'>Oh teh crash of the rain, The blast of the ninny- times infinutes of masked care.. You don't kow if it was supost to be greater than you thought again or not.. !&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357714393378510231-6593881109933206406?l=mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com/feeds/6593881109933206406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2357714393378510231&amp;postID=6593881109933206406' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357714393378510231/posts/default/6593881109933206406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357714393378510231/posts/default/6593881109933206406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com/2006/11/crash-of-rain.html' title='The crash of the rain !'/><author><name>mmmritzcrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02063857438277593319</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357714393378510231.post-2456866745035509259</id><published>2006-10-05T19:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-05T19:32:03.535-07:00</updated><title type='text'>soooooo hungry....</title><content type='html'>Well like Bad adam.. Goes call you sister ! now ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Yeah so like the days of teh snow are sooon upon us alll.. What tales can they creat e?? One can only guess :D&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357714393378510231-2456866745035509259?l=mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com/feeds/2456866745035509259/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2357714393378510231&amp;postID=2456866745035509259' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357714393378510231/posts/default/2456866745035509259'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357714393378510231/posts/default/2456866745035509259'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com/2006/10/soooooo-hungry.html' title='soooooo hungry....'/><author><name>mmmritzcrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02063857438277593319</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357714393378510231.post-4884050951031911469</id><published>2006-09-23T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T12:55:12.770-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jeeeezes that took awhile to remember the password !</title><content type='html'>WHo reads the rants of bunnys... Bunnies... buneeees, whatever.. Bungie cords! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's a nice rainy day today.. The rants wash away like old turpentine and melted jello.. To leave a nice blue mellow of clouds and ideas of eating candy skies.. skys, skiiis. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One should be coding right now, or Artwork, Designing, Compositing, or some such desire trait of lost headaches.. Oh but tehy never go away.. Hobby this you relm of the Gods! *&amp;$* XD&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357714393378510231-4884050951031911469?l=mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com/feeds/4884050951031911469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2357714393378510231&amp;postID=4884050951031911469' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357714393378510231/posts/default/4884050951031911469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357714393378510231/posts/default/4884050951031911469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com/2006/09/jeeeezes-that-took-awhile-to-remember.html' title='Jeeeezes that took awhile to remember the password !'/><author><name>mmmritzcrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02063857438277593319</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357714393378510231.post-7731831858039255090</id><published>2006-08-24T08:08:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T08:08:45.914-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Programming sucks fish</title><content type='html'>Programming sucks.. Thats all.. &lt;br /&gt;It just basicly sucsk nkfe f''w&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's all like :fish here findi thios stiuuuupid dot here and there * asterisk my butt ! .. Oh wait that ! mark is something as well.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who the hell made this stuff ! Why can't we just f'n write sentences! They make sense and would incourage good spelling habits.. Nooooo it has to be the most inane non descriptive crap ever....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/2357714393378510231-7731831858039255090?l=mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com/feeds/7731831858039255090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=2357714393378510231&amp;postID=7731831858039255090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357714393378510231/posts/default/7731831858039255090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/2357714393378510231/posts/default/7731831858039255090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://mmmritzcrackers.blogspot.com/2006/08/programming-sucks-fish.html' title='Programming sucks fish'/><author><name>mmmritzcrackers</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02063857438277593319</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><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2357714393378510231.post-3294502198957050524</id><published>2006-08-24T08:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-24T08:06:51.723-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='cocoa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='apple'/><title type='text'>Apple and the tale of the developers that see no respect.</title><content type='html'>Hmmm.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xcode.. And the story of a developer that just can't be. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple and the tale of the developers that see no respect. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So WWDC hit ,, shazam... a great display of Apples hype machine and the great products that they create. But did they? As countlessly said before most all new updates are rips from other shareware programs. How is this helpful? It's great, it gives Apple room to look cool and they tend to integrate the app much better since they have all of the source to work with. A great deal indeed. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what of updates? Well if history serves well, none are seen for a year or longer in this case. Thats partially incorrect, I am talking about real updates. The kind that makes buying a shareware app worth the effort, the kind that you just know the developer(s) are listening to the customer and give a d@m and say, "hey thats a great idea, oh and that is a small fix give me a day" and what do you know, "boom" it's done. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But what happens when it's all integrated? Well the developer no longer has any heart to try and put 100% into the product anymore, what happens then? About two months into the day after an OS release they fold. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fine so this is a good thing, the developer has time now to work on a new idea a new design a new whatever. But lets go back to Apple. We now have an app that takes a year and a half to add in what seems to be weak or bloated 'extras'. These are worth the 130$ ???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Now the year long wait hits for the customer AND the developer. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The developer: A hopefully nice individual that spends their time to either make an app to give to the world free of charge or to charge a price to make a small living doing something they really like or thinks might help others. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WWDC showcases these great new technologies, and one of them happens to be developer centric, XCode 3.0. The great holy grail of Cocoa tools ever seen to date. The fabled Obj-C 2.0 with garbage collection and a plethora of new debugging tools to hopefully never have to leave a developer debugging 90% of the time it takes to create an app. Or so they said. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great ,, so why does it take a year and a half to get it to developers? Are they having to debug their own debugging tools? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Big and small. Xcode is free for the masses, why tease developers at a huge conference, taunting you now to wait a year to even think of using it? Granted now, the high paying devs have paid to announce that they are worthy of the treatment of the beta builds, but what of the small tiny developer that has not paid for the great beta of 10.5? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is a beta anyway? It's a service of the customer sending back bug reports. Aw,, but thats the next issue. The conversation. So lets say you are one of these high paying developers to receive the honer of paying to use a free software. You have an NDA. A what !?!,, NDA this simply means you don't know jack about beta software as far as the legal paper says. Simply put, Your on your own. You have a great software tool, but if you have a question well STFU you can't ask anyone, not your friend not your teacher and by lord, not Apple! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Huh!?! Permit me to be a little confused.. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A few suggestions if i may .. XCode is a free tool, 2.4 so why is 3.0 held as a great and divine secret even though it's plastered on the frik'n website? &lt;br /&gt;What is the deal with stealing apps from developers and not giving credit where credit is due? And then leavening it to rust for a year? &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Could all developers ya know, use Xcode 3.0 now, and like not treat it like this grand secret thats in plain frik'n view? It's like a tool, that helps developer build more apps faster for you to um ya know steal? But hey we can build em faster now ! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Treat your customers like someone that cares about the app. Screw this iLife 07, 08 , 09 ... Ugh,, treat every App like a small company, when one team gets something done on the project let um post it ! bug fix whatever, small little things like tabs in iChat.. What did that take? Err two days maybe ?? Nah it took you two years! Weeeeee.... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm sure I missed something ,, I really don't hate Apple, but I hate the way they really don't care about the apps. It's like half baked camp. Motion then Motion 2.0 came and STILL we have no 3d layers. Mail.. What the hell did you do to it ?? it's like franken app now. Safari webkit wiki has some great new bug fixes and addins but so sight of the updates in the newest post. Ugh.. just more problems as a beloved company gets to big :( &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Apple, what happened to innovation? My stock went *plurt* right at 2:00pm on Monday.. RIGHT after that Keynote. Ya know why? 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