<?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-3762347</id><updated>2011-04-21T14:14:43.797-04:00</updated><title type='text'>step backwards into my frontal lobe</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Estlin</name><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>180</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-109884064512782406</id><published>2004-10-26T21:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T21:30:45.126-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess I got some splainin' to do, huh? So many things have changed....I been cheating on blogger with livejournal. There I said it! Live Journal is mo fun...blogger is mo problems. So to the exactly two people who read this go here instead http://www.livejournal.com/users/estlincsI've actually posted stuff there. For a while I thought that I might keep them both going, but then I kept not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/109884064512782406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/109884064512782406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2004_10_24_archive.html#109884064512782406' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-109354500625584952</id><published>2004-08-26T14:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T14:30:06.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I made the incredibly long and arduos task of going to Newbury Comics on Tuesday to pick up a couple of CDs that I have been looking forward to for a long while. It was supposed to be three, but Walking Concert's CD was pushed back to 9/7. Walking Concert features Walter Schriefels of Quicksand fame coming around to a more 'singer songwritery' thing. Check out an MP3 [HERE]So, since that wasn't</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/109354500625584952'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/109354500625584952'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109354500625584952' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-109327651636504177</id><published>2004-08-23T11:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-23T11:55:16.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>THIS IS REALLY GHEY, BUT I'VE SUCCEMBED TO BOREDOM AT WORK. HELP ME. Current mood: bored at work, sick of staring at numbers…Current music: no music today yet unfortunately last song last night was Sage Francis -Narcissist Current taste: HUNGERCurrent hair: goneCurrent clothes: cheap ass Wal Mart jeans, socks, cheap ass wal mart T, cheap ass wal mart ‘work’ shoes. Current annoyance: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/109327651636504177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/109327651636504177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2004_08_22_archive.html#109327651636504177' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-109292941984181037</id><published>2004-08-19T11:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-19T11:30:19.856-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Does anyone here reading this mayhem ride a bike? I mean ACTUALLY ride a bike regularly? Not just have a bike rusting in the shed with spiders calling it home.  If so, I am thinking about buying one of the following (in no particular order...): Bianchi Sparta Bianchi Advantage Marin Muirwoods Marin FairfaxMarin San Rafael Breezer Citizen Breezer Villager Cannondale Bad Boy Gary </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/109292941984181037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/109292941984181037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2004_08_15_archive.html#109292941984181037' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-109216383516693364</id><published>2004-08-10T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-10T14:50:35.166-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why wankers should not be allowed to form bands involving themselves in the least tiniest bit.I mean flip thru some of those bastards, some of them have the excuse that they were playing rock in the seventies, but some of them thar varmits actually appear to try and mimic the unmimicable Nu Metal heroes. You aren't original. You're a cutout Darth Vader in the window of a Spencer's Gifts' just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/109216383516693364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/109216383516693364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2004_08_08_archive.html#109216383516693364' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-109181295297280608</id><published>2004-08-06T13:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-06T13:22:32.973-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here is the sketch of Kabuki that Josh Middleton did for me: </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/109181295297280608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/109181295297280608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109181295297280608' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-109167047645785707</id><published>2004-08-04T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-04T21:47:56.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Kurosawa painting that Scott Morse did for me at Comic Con:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/109167047645785707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/109167047645785707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109167047645785707' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-109154436535820160</id><published>2004-08-03T10:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-08-03T10:46:05.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>    What's that taste in my mouth? No, it's not kire…it's San Diego. Incredible weather. (Fog burned off by 10:30AM everyday, sunny mid seventies, low humidity, I could get used to that.) Nice people. (Some of them even looked me in the eye.) Giagantor Convention….ah yes. That's the flava.   &lt;!--[if !supportEmptyParas]--&gt;    Wednesday we arrived (we including kire and buck superstar my hotel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/109154436535820160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/109154436535820160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2004_08_01_archive.html#109154436535820160' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-108723774683541589</id><published>2004-06-14T14:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-06-14T14:29:06.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally, someone I can feel confident voting for...here</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/108723774683541589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/108723774683541589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2004_06_13_archive.html#108723774683541589' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-108566314298852148</id><published>2004-05-27T07:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-27T09:05:42.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it happened. I journeyed from the back woods hills of Rhode Island down to the great metropolis of Philadelphia. And I managed NOT to get slaughtered by the SWAT Team stopping traffic or the massive cover up that ensued. Let me start from the beginning:There was once a boy who liked GI Joe figures...wait...that's too early, hold on...yeah:DAY 1Kire arrived at my house around 4pm and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/108566314298852148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/108566314298852148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2004_05_23_archive.html#108566314298852148' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-108455862583248247</id><published>2004-05-14T14:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T14:17:05.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Next week friends and I (including mr kire from fear no art) travel to that beautiful city by the bay Philly for Wiz World East. I'll have comics, bookmarks, postcards, random other shit including a Ryki mock up that'll be ready for SDCC. Speaking of SDCC I'll be there at a table with Fear No Art. We'll be stuck somewhere horrible I'd imagine, but that's ok because we will have plenty of loot </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/108455862583248247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/108455862583248247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2004_05_09_archive.html#108455862583248247' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-108325043832034343</id><published>2004-04-29T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-29T10:58:13.466-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So I've been slacking again, but it's not cuz I'm not bustin my hump getting this book ready for San Diego. It'll be available on the AYCE site as well.  Here's page 10, with more to follow.PS. I know I'm late, but go and see Kill Bill you eeediots.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/108325043832034343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/108325043832034343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2004_04_25_archive.html#108325043832034343' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-108204631950818950</id><published>2004-04-15T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-15T12:29:11.356-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ack. Eddie Murphy was right all those years ago. At least I think it was Eddie Murphy...could've been someone else. I am old you know.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/108204631950818950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/108204631950818950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2004_04_11_archive.html#108204631950818950' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-108083114411451514</id><published>2004-04-01T09:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T09:55:57.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it's been a long few weeks since posting, but a lot has happened...or maybe not. The official current word from Diamond is 'meh, thanks but no thanks.' So they are sending it to their retailer's advisory board for review. However, even if the retailers board says "Dear Sweet Lord, what are you people crazy?! This is the single most important comic of our time, or...well at least since Peter</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/108083114411451514'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/108083114411451514'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2004_03_28_archive.html#108083114411451514' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-107910075952042090</id><published>2004-03-12T09:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T09:17:53.856-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So, I guess and update is in the works, since it's been a month since my last entry. God DAMN, time flies like a madra fuckra. Been just plain ol' busy busting my hump. Saw a couple of shitty movies...last one was Comic Book The Movie with Mark "won't someone give me a role that isn't a cameo of Luke Skywalker" Hamill. Was it worth the two hours I spent on it? No. Probably some other shit, too...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/107910075952042090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/107910075952042090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2004_03_07_archive.html#107910075952042090' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-107608737096802238</id><published>2004-02-06T12:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-06T12:11:53.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I swear to God you can't make this shit up.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/107608737096802238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/107608737096802238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2004_02_01_archive.html#107608737096802238' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-107547087558120899</id><published>2004-01-30T08:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T08:57:03.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Doc Black is in the house, for all those in the RI area looking for the best Chiropractic help.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/107547087558120899'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/107547087558120899'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107547087558120899' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-107546819506520609</id><published>2004-01-30T08:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-30T08:12:06.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Awwww shit. You know I'm comin' at cha wit da vinyl babyyyy! Your Superhero Persona by couplandesqueYour NameSuperhero NameThe MexicanSuper PowerImpeccable HearingEnemyClear ChannelMode Of TransportationCity BusWeaponVinyl RecordsCreated with quill18's MemeGen 2.0! Fuck Clear Channel Tour!Thanks be to slum for pointin this shit out.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/107546819506520609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/107546819506520609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107546819506520609' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-107540134187550513</id><published>2004-01-29T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T13:37:52.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hip-hop star gets Hitchhiker role Hip-hop star Mos Def is to star in the film version of Douglas Adams' novel The Hitchhiker's Guide To The Galaxy. He will appear as Ford Prefect, the alien who takes earthling Arthur Dent - played by The Office's Martin Freeman - on a strange galactic trip. Director Garth Jennings begins shooting in April, from a script that writer Karey Kirkpatrick took </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/107540134187550513'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/107540134187550513'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107540134187550513' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-107538615776001556</id><published>2004-01-29T09:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-29T09:24:47.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What the....fuck?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/107538615776001556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/107538615776001556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2004_01_25_archive.html#107538615776001556' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-107487515229149914</id><published>2004-01-23T11:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-23T11:27:54.263-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Long live Calvin and Hobbes.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/107487515229149914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/107487515229149914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107487515229149914' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-107478120780653185</id><published>2004-01-22T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-22T09:22:08.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pathetic Geek Stories is a funny ass link.Here is a hype message board you should go there.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/107478120780653185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/107478120780653185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2004_01_18_archive.html#107478120780653185' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-107344445045487799</id><published>2004-01-06T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T22:02:30.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"Friends,They say that each new year is a good opportunity to resolve yourself tomake changes and we as a band are going into 2004, our 13th year as SenseField, with the idea that each of us is ready to go off on our own and trydifferent paths in life. In other words, we are putting Sense Field to rest.The decision was not an easy one to make but we feel as if we have done allthat we can </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/107344445045487799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/107344445045487799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107344445045487799' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-107341141777976612</id><published>2004-01-06T12:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-06T12:51:57.110-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Eep."When President Bush travels around the United States, the Secret Service visits the location ahead of time and orders local police to set up "free speech zones" or "protest zones," where people opposed to Bush policies (and sometimes sign-carrying supporters) are quarantined. These zones routinely succeed in keeping protesters out of presidential sight and outside the view of media </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/107341141777976612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/107341141777976612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2004_01_04_archive.html#107341141777976612' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-107175623051536610</id><published>2003-12-18T09:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T09:05:05.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow. Has it been a long time or what?! Well, to make you all happy I will post something today...about what the hell I've been up to:1.) My little mini comic that many of you got is getting ready to go to ACTUAL print. Amazing, I know. I started this project a year ago next week and finally it's going to be seen. The book is being printed by a group of us at AYCE Comics and hopefully will be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/107175623051536610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/107175623051536610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_12_14_archive.html#107175623051536610' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-107030570563269605</id><published>2003-12-01T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-01T14:09:18.250-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>If you have seen this man, please tell me that you have not left your children with him.Oh, ps...go and vote for Aris for the Fear No Art Kate Moss Contest, she really wants to win this one.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/107030570563269605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/107030570563269605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_11_30_archive.html#107030570563269605' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-106866205574378441</id><published>2003-11-12T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T13:34:41.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why I never want to eat out again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106866205574378441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106866205574378441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_11_09_archive.html#106866205574378441' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-106788934249605702</id><published>2003-11-03T14:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-03T14:55:57.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Because I care. And I know that the lot of you out there love Linda Carter click me.Ta.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106788934249605702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106788934249605702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_11_02_archive.html#106788934249605702' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-106743042989609312</id><published>2003-10-29T07:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-29T07:27:17.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ok. Part II of 'men were never made to live with women'. Last night after dinner, I'm sitting on the couch going thru the mail and piles of papers that are strewn about our living room (on the orders of the missus). I finish up and head into the guest bedroom to see if K is done with the box she wanted me to bring downstairs and I notice that she's on the web."K, hey, I thought we were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106743042989609312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106743042989609312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106743042989609312' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-106735864389396306</id><published>2003-10-28T11:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T11:30:50.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>You know there are times when you wish you could just dump yourself into a hole and sleep. That's what I wanted to do yesterday, but alas twas not to be. Sunday night I went out to see Themselves with Kire. There's something you should know about Kire: He LOVES the cock and unfortunately Dose One wouldn't let him near the cock, so instead Kire had to flirt with a Snickers bar which rejected him, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106735864389396306'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106735864389396306'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_10_26_archive.html#106735864389396306' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-106713622757958462</id><published>2003-10-25T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-25T22:45:22.170-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sometimes I come across these links and I just gotta share 'em with you.Like this one: http://www.albinoblacksheep.com/video/freestyle.php WARNING: It's video, so high speeders only, unless you wanna wait forever.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106713622757958462'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106713622757958462'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_10_19_archive.html#106713622757958462' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-106621750695348054</id><published>2003-10-15T07:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-15T07:31:46.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well the newest Fear No Art contest is up, along with the latest in buttons and art links. Do yourself a favor and go check it out. Even Aris has a piece on this bizzy, go do yo thang.In other news Lil E had a doc appointment yesterday for dem shots that they give kids. Now generally the rule of thumb is that most kids will just freak OUT when you slide one of these babies under their skin. By </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106621750695348054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106621750695348054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_10_12_archive.html#106621750695348054' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-106578560855915877</id><published>2003-10-10T07:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T07:35:22.636-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This is entitled...There IS a God:From the forthcoming 'W' Magazine, from this JG site:"Happy Endings will be slotted somewhere in between working out, killing rogue terrorists and inspiring small children. “It will be the grittiest role I’ve ever played,” Garner says of the film, adding that her assistant read the script before she did, “and she kept saying, ‘You really don’t want to do this</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106578560855915877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106578560855915877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106578560855915877' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-106561984233925454</id><published>2003-10-08T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-08T10:09:12.390-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pick a favorite and discuss:Monday:-Danguard Ace (Danguard Ace) Tuesday: -Starvengers (Getta Robot G )Wednesday:-Spaceketeers (Starzinger) Thursday-j Grandizer (UFO Robot Grendizer )  Friday:-Gaiking (Dino Mech Gaiking)All images courtesy this force five site.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106561984233925454'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106561984233925454'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106561984233925454' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-106555143742394099</id><published>2003-10-07T14:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-07T14:30:37.120-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>To those having to vote in CA just remember this finely crafted tune:"I'm your typical political hip hop figure,but I'm not right wing or left wing,I'm the middle finger"-Non-Prophets from the album 'Hope' in stores today.AFter you vote for your moron of choice, Go buy it.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106555143742394099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106555143742394099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_10_05_archive.html#106555143742394099' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-106372070377950781</id><published>2003-09-16T09:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-16T09:58:23.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ABSENCE OF INK COMIC PRESS    Forlorn Funnies #4, $4.50This book is just simply fabulous. If you’re not reading this, put down what you are reading go to the store and buy it.CG ENTERTAINMENT    Scion #39, $2.95I think that CrossGen has finally gotten my last payment. That is until Jim Cheung resurfaces somewhere else. His art is too good to pass up, and the story here in Scion has been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106372070377950781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106372070377950781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_09_14_archive.html#106372070377950781' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-106330465575058224</id><published>2003-09-11T14:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T14:24:15.770-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So Simon and Garfunkel are ready to return to the rock. Their bridge over troubled waters is trying to make some cash, problem is that nobody is buying. Which is unfortunate because as they say the boxer is old and tired. Now I've got an idea that'll rock them old fucks worlds. What they need is some promotion and I'm the idea man. They need to get themselves in front of a TV camera, that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106330465575058224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106330465575058224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106330465575058224' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-106328040884017307</id><published>2003-09-11T07:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-11T07:40:08.746-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Take this quiz. Or I might kill you. Course I might just program you out of existence as well. Or I could kill you...your choice.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106328040884017307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106328040884017307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106328040884017307' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-106320210145482658</id><published>2003-09-10T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-10T09:55:01.290-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well. Today I sing Happy Birthday to Aris. She's four. She starts school tomorrow. Today is her last day of freedom. She knows not what awaits.Happy Birthday Aris!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106320210145482658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106320210145482658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_09_07_archive.html#106320210145482658' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-106281811301791709</id><published>2003-09-05T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-05T23:15:13.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I guess today was one of those make up days you need every now and again to get things flowing. I haven't had the heart, desire or need to post anything relevent here for a long time. (Some may say that in fact I have NEVER posted anything relevent, but that is a battle for another time my friends.) I've been busy working on other projects, or too bored to sit down and type out fruitless words </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106281811301791709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106281811301791709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106281811301791709' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-106260872555676850</id><published>2003-09-03T13:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-03T13:05:25.520-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tomorrow's comics:AIT/PLANETLAR    Scurvy Dogs #2, $2.95Decent first issue, hoping the second will be a bit funnier.COM.X    Njin #0, $2.99Somehow I got this a week early.  :-\ When usually I get the Com.x shite two to three weeks late. Ah well, at least I got it. You should too. Now. Go buy.DC COMICS    Detective Comics #786, $2.75More Rick Spears and Rob G (Teenagers From Mars) </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106260872555676850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106260872555676850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106260872555676850' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-106252487252206946</id><published>2003-09-02T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-09-02T13:47:52.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Read at hiphopinfinity dot com: (from an interview with Sage Francis)Do you believe in God?I believe that God is an old white man who lives in the sky. When he gets mad he shoots lightening bolts out of his finger. He hates gay people the same way he used to hate indigenous people. Plus, he is all-loving. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106252487252206946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106252487252206946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_08_31_archive.html#106252487252206946' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-106148376267398186</id><published>2003-08-21T12:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-21T12:36:02.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> http://previews.diamondcomics.com/products/comics/sept_03/02_demo.html Demo #1 by Brian Wood &amp; Becky Cloonan From the creative team that brought you "Channel Zero: Jennie One", as well as the original writer of the Marvel Comics' controversial "NYX", comes DEMO, a 12-issue monthly series about real life people struggling to come to terms with superpowers and their burden. Black and white </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106148376267398186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106148376267398186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106148376267398186' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-106131736238709472</id><published>2003-08-19T14:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-19T14:22:42.386-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I love this world. It leaves me with so many cool things to laugh at. Like this.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106131736238709472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106131736238709472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_08_17_archive.html#106131736238709472' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-106087452928506274</id><published>2003-08-14T11:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T11:26:44.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A PS to that last post: Thanks to Becky for the pic and the hosting. Also you can check out her dope shit here. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106087452928506274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106087452928506274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106087452928506274' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-106087403418276768</id><published>2003-08-14T11:13:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-14T11:18:29.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yeah, this pic is huge, sue me. Me, K some peeps and Sense Field outside the Met Cafe in PVD Tuesday night. Rock was had by all. But there was more better rock on Monday in Boston.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106087403418276768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106087403418276768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106087403418276768' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-106070943211701684</id><published>2003-08-12T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-12T13:30:32.036-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Heard last night whilst rockin with Sense Field: Straight is the new gay.More later.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106070943211701684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106070943211701684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_08_10_archive.html#106070943211701684' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-106027663437041703</id><published>2003-08-07T13:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-07T13:17:14.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Which Battle Royalle character are you? If you haven't read this book, get down and buy it, FOOL!I am Mimura:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106027663437041703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106027663437041703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106027663437041703' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-106018628015421674</id><published>2003-08-06T12:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-08-06T12:11:20.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gabrielle&gt;whining&lt;: Someone put on some music...I'm so totally bored! Mandy: Oh, I know. I totally get it. It's like boring to be bored! &gt;flips hair&lt; Running Warrior with my stereo: I got um big new music, Sense Field. Living OutsideGabrielle: Oh wow! Like totally PUT IT ON. I just need to DANCE! Running Warrior with my stereo: Listen to the sounds as they reverberate off the walls, me </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106018628015421674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/106018628015421674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_08_03_archive.html#106018628015421674' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-105958376041675791</id><published>2003-07-30T12:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-30T12:49:20.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am near fully recovered from said implementation of pain of the last week, or two. Dayum been a long time since I came up in here and actually thought to post something. Anyway...The mini comic is out and ready for shipping. Email me (estlincs@yahoo.com) to get a free copy, if you haven't already. Course I don't know why you don't already have it, but that's beside the point.Ah what else is</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/105958376041675791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/105958376041675791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_07_27_archive.html#105958376041675791' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-105836696200486747</id><published>2003-07-16T10:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-16T10:49:21.980-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day Three. The effects of yesterdays overdose seem to be just a fading memory. Today is going to be a distant memory, too. Or at least I hope it will. One of my friends is going to San Diego. (OK, a couple are, but one who live two streets down is...) Pretty soon he's gonna be chillin' with a pile o comics geeks and I will be at home icing my back. Having babies thrown at me. Three year olds </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/105836696200486747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/105836696200486747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105836696200486747' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-105828852330635479</id><published>2003-07-15T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T13:02:03.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> http://commondreams.org/headlines03/0714-10.htm Ari &amp; I White House Press Briefing with Ari Fleischer Monday, July 14, 2003 - 12:00 PM by Russell Mokhiber Note from Russell Mokhiber: Today was Ari Fleischer's last White House press briefing. He's leaving the White House to start a consulting firm that will advise corporate executives on how to handle the news media. Starting tomorrow, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/105828852330635479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/105828852330635479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105828852330635479' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-105828753975639552</id><published>2003-07-15T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-15T12:45:39.613-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Day Two. Today I spent indoors. Hiding from the sun. I think the muppets are after me. I see strings. Ar. I wonder if the doc really meant that I should take 5 of these pills hourly. I am surrounded by parodied paintings from the forties, or was it fifties. I'm so muddled I can't remember. Can you? Also I believe that SD-6 may be after me. But they didn't send Sidney, somehow I got stuck with </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/105828753975639552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/105828753975639552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#105828753975639552' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-10582039316920349</id><published>2003-07-14T13:32:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-14T13:32:11.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weekend parties are cool when you're older. You invite a bunch of kiddies and 'rents over to the hizzouse and everything is looking myteee copesetic. The party happens, no one kills anyone. All children leave with all their limbs attached in the right place and everybody seems to get along pretty well. It's ten o'clock (because you're old your party ends before most begin...) you wander into the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/10582039316920349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/10582039316920349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_07_13_archive.html#10582039316920349' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-105794323804210522</id><published>2003-07-11T13:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-11T13:07:18.010-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I usually hate these things, but since I'm a fan of the word fuck: What Usage of the Word Fuck are You? brought to you by Quizilla</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/105794323804210522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/105794323804210522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105794323804210522' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-105757957063798860</id><published>2003-07-07T08:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-07-07T08:06:10.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I return. Chaos resumes it's normalcy and is required to show ID. Please refrain from laughing. I may write something soon.Tho don't expect much.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/105757957063798860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/105757957063798860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_07_06_archive.html#105757957063798860' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-95831885</id><published>2003-06-19T12:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-19T12:29:10.736-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, folkalies, today is the last day of work for me for two weeks. I will be travelling incognito and therefore won't likely update this here thingie for a bit. Not that I've been real good at doing the update thing in the last few weeks. Mental overload I guess. Brain functions are at an all time low and I can't wait to chill and do jack squat for two weeks. Course two weeks from now I'll </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/95831885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/95831885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95831885' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-95796552</id><published>2003-06-18T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T12:54:39.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Next weeks Diamond Previews is online. I went thru the list and the following is what I'm seeing that entertains me:DARK HORSE		JUL03 0120	INVINCIBLE ED #1 THE BEATING OF ED (Of 4) (O/A)	$2.99	 = $		JUL03 0121	INVINCIBLE ED #2 IM TOO SEXY (Of 4) (O/A)	$2.99	 = $		JUL03 0122	INVINCIBLE ED #3 LANCE LUNDGRIN UNLEASHES (Of 4) (O/A)	$2.99	 = $If you haven’t been reading this. Here’s a chance to</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/95796552'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/95796552'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95796552' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-95789340</id><published>2003-06-18T09:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-18T09:23:31.070-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>All You Can Eat is the little publishing company that we are putting our comic out thro. Check out the link. Let me know what you think. When my mini is ready (about 2 weeks) I will ask y'all for address's so you can get a copy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/95789340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/95789340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_06_15_archive.html#95789340' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-95511490</id><published>2003-06-10T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-10T12:25:12.210-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Those of you who thought our love was one sided. I prove thee wrong.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/95511490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/95511490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95511490' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-95472515</id><published>2003-06-09T13:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-09T13:35:14.140-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fear No Updates</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/95472515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/95472515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_06_08_archive.html#95472515' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-95244930</id><published>2003-06-03T13:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-06-03T13:20:29.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a long time. I still can't get to this stupid site, but I've heard rumors others can. Don't fret, soon I will be back and better than ever. Ready to destroy your ass like Midnighter. Don't hate.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/95244930'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/95244930'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_06_01_archive.html#95244930' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-94743736</id><published>2003-05-22T12:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-22T12:35:40.956-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Phit meet shan.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/94743736'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/94743736'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94743736' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-94690429</id><published>2003-05-21T11:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-21T11:49:12.903-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reminding me of how smart people can be. I've been inundated in the last two days with more morons than I can handle. First Sage Francis (local cat) signs to Epitaph Records and the 'punks' (and I use that term loosely, I mean how punk are The Offspring?) there just instantly drop shit like: Fuck Crap (with a silent 'C').  I get so insanely irritated and feel the need to pummel them senseless </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/94690429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/94690429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94690429' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-94586850</id><published>2003-05-19T12:25:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-19T12:25:24.906-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I would recommend, if ever you need, to spend the extra money and have someone else put the fencing in. Those are my words of wisom for this day...the nineteenth of May, 2 ought 3.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/94586850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/94586850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_05_18_archive.html#94586850' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-94397456</id><published>2003-05-15T12:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-15T12:30:31.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It happened one night without my noticing. Creeping ever so slowly up behind me sidling up beside me and kicking my knees out from under me. I fell into a pit of sugary sweetness that tasted to me of Saturday morning. The sickness arrived as well. Showing its face at my doorstep minutes after completion. Feelings returned that had been long forgotten in the mossy stretch of my brain that should </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/94397456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/94397456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94397456' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-94199388</id><published>2003-05-12T08:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T08:48:42.620-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I wish I had written this...it's so true.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/94199388'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/94199388'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94199388' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-94196993</id><published>2003-05-12T07:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-12T08:48:01.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>First off, mad props to Phil at www.pixelnation.cc for the hosting.Estlin after her first bath:Estlin and Kira (some slack to be cut for those johnnies are horrendously bad for your figure, not to mention merely 2 hours after birth:Estlin and Estlin. Werd:</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/94196993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/94196993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_05_11_archive.html#94196993' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-94065584</id><published>2003-05-09T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T14:23:12.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too Funny.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/94065584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/94065584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94065584' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-94060412</id><published>2003-05-09T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-09T12:41:33.020-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'm referred to as Jacob, but you can call me Jacob. I'm gonna keep my last name a secret so that you can't beat me like I was Vanilla Ice. Back inna day I was pretty dope, I spent my days clinging to my blankey trying to block out anything not punk rock. I guess I blame everything on Green Day in hindsight. I was their slave and they my master. I spent the evenings frolicking tastelessly with a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/94060412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/94060412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#94060412' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-93999636</id><published>2003-05-08T12:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-08T12:55:25.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Published on Sunday, March 16, 2003 by CommonDreams.org  When Democracy Failed: The Warnings of History  by Thom Hartmann   The 70th anniversary wasn't noticed in the United States, and was barely reported in the corporate media. But the Germans remembered well that fateful day seventy years ago - February 27, 1933. They commemorated the anniversary by joining in demonstrations for peace that</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/93999636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/93999636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93999636' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-93808574</id><published>2003-05-05T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-05-05T12:45:47.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>More news.Baby girl born at 3:23 PM on 4.30.03Estlin Frey Sawyer 6 lbs 9 ozMum and baby are home and ok.Thanks for the well wishes peeps.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/93808574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/93808574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_05_04_archive.html#93808574' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-93502196</id><published>2003-04-29T21:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T21:40:36.453-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Somehow 4.30.03 = 5.03.03, but in this world of chaos one constant is true.And that constant is...babies come when they want bitch.Film at 11.Take care of yourselves...</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/93502196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/93502196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93502196' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-93480518</id><published>2003-04-29T14:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T14:42:05.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Comic Book Superheroes Unmasked</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/93480518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/93480518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93480518' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-93474081</id><published>2003-04-29T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-29T12:45:12.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>  “Is there a place to go where a little girl might never have to know?And is there a time of night when she’ll ever feel it’s safe to dim the light?I know some things I’d rather not, like, the time ahead is all the time you’ve got.And one other thing I know: out from under layer after dark layer, as the years go by, a little girl can grow."Ted Leo &amp; The Pharmacists. Building Skyscrapers In </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/93474081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/93474081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_04_27_archive.html#93474081' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-93054212</id><published>2003-04-22T12:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T12:28:39.190-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stolen from the Brian Wood Forumclipped from Newsweek: "Know thine enemy is a cardinal rule of war. Ignorance was costly for American soldiers fighting guerrillas in Vietnam. Before plunging into Iraq, U.S. psychological-warfare operators studied certain cultural stereotypes. "ONE WAS THAT young Arab toughs cannot tolerate insults to their manhood. So, as American armored columns pushed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/93054212'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/93054212'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93054212' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-93053205</id><published>2003-04-22T12:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-22T12:10:17.450-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was the day that I spent involved with you. Regards return effectively though no space resolves. Though through uncertain terms I lay myself before you, knowing that your response holds me captive. The response I cannot hear. The response I dare not ask for, for today is Tuesday, and what ever happens on a Tuesday aside from pain, suffering and the occasional spot of rain? Nothing. I agree.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/93053205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/93053205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_04_20_archive.html#93053205' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-92844614</id><published>2003-04-18T12:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-18T12:41:29.106-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's no wonder the police have a bad reputation of being pricks.  Here I am in suburban North Kingstown where the cops biggest problem is dealing with people who leave their sprinklers on too long during the droughts of summer. We needed to be fingerprinted  so that we can help out at Aris's preschool. They just want to be positive that we're not going to be devious with the kids and if/when we </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/92844614'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/92844614'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92844614' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-92792817</id><published>2003-04-17T14:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-17T14:47:17.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Surprises come in all shapes and sizes. Some are big and wrapped in beautifully designed papers. Others are dressed in fine clothing. Sometimes surprises are found at home, but generally those are the worst of all. You know the one when you realize that the septic tank is backed up and that 'water' you've been wading in isn't actually water, that sucks. Not that I've ever experienced that, mind </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/92792817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/92792817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92792817' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-92644837</id><published>2003-04-15T08:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T08:12:52.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What follows in my previous post is the project a friend of mine started. When more info is available I'll be sure to drop it in.Thanks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/92644837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/92644837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92644837' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-92643432</id><published>2003-04-15T07:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-15T07:28:35.983-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FEAR NO ART  On April 1, 2003 my friend Eric 'Digger' Simons died suddenly and unexpectedly from complicationsfrom blood clots entering his lungs.When we last were together in Philly in February, we spent a great deal of time talking aboutguerilla art and smaller artists (talented and not). We discussed the fact that non internetvenues are hard to come by and how great it would be to do </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/92643432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/92643432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_04_13_archive.html#92643432' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-92370299</id><published>2003-04-10T13:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-10T13:02:29.076-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shortly I will be posting some info shortly on a project a friend is working on. Other than that, all's quiet on the eastern front. Which happens to make a little frightened because generally that means that CHAOS is around the corner ready to kick in my teeth with his shit kickers.Put on your shit kickers and kick some shit.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/92370299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/92370299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92370299' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-92158322</id><published>2003-04-07T12:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T12:46:18.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Oh yeah. I updated the links and shit. So they should all work now. Check them out, yo. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/92158322'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/92158322'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92158322' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-92157884</id><published>2003-04-07T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-04-07T12:42:50.000-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know if I can help you if you don't buy the new New Mutants series published by that wonderful group of people at Marvel. Not only is it the return of a great group of mutants but I think that they've gotten a good feel for what's happening with the characters... I know I shouldn't support the corporate bastards...But I tell you: How can you not love covers like this:  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/92157884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/92157884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_04_06_archive.html#92157884' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-91925584</id><published>2003-04-03T12:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-03T12:41:36.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spring is coming and with it the final vestige of it the last remains of Stapletown are being destroyed. With a mounting wall of pressure behind me I forge forward through the darkness that is winter and find my way to completion. The house is rounding up. Some putty here, a little sanding there and it will be my turn to shine; to turn this old man’s house into a humble abode. I can actually see </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/91925584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/91925584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91925584' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-91846953</id><published>2003-04-02T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-02T10:18:33.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So it's time to call up the old lawyer. Get those papers lined up. Yes, I, too, am joining the single ranks. It was bound to happen. And at what a better time than this. JG is getting a divorce as well. I guess it's time the truth came out I'm just sad you all had to find out like this. I just wish I could've told you in person, but that can't happen. So, the truth is that JG is secretly in love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/91846953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/91846953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91846953' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-91787637</id><published>2003-04-01T14:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-04-01T14:19:30.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Nostalgia hits big when you're searching your basement. You find things you wish you never had. Or are too embarassing to bring out into public. Then again you find objects that you've been looking for ages. I found my old Black Sheep tape. This tape rules:Yo motherfucker What the fuck you lookin at? Yo, get out my motherfuckin face right now Yo man, trip this I was out on the ave man </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/91787637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/91787637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91787637' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-91725647</id><published>2003-03-31T14:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-31T14:34:21.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's Saturday night and I'm feeling the mood hit me for some popcorn. A nice big ol' pile of buttery fresh popcorn. So I head into the kitchen and start hunting for it. FIrst off all it takes me like 10 minutes to find the fucking jar of popcorn. Well, that's mostly to do with our constant rearranging of items due to the complete chaos that our home exists in. I won't blame Kira. (Really!) Ok, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/91725647'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/91725647'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_03_30_archive.html#91725647' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-91421913</id><published>2003-03-26T12:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-26T12:22:09.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Well, it appears I've been ignoring my minions too long. Shortly I will return and impress you with nothingness, but you will love it and I will bask in it's glory.I saw Sparta last week. Let me tell you. If you are not listening to this band you are a fool. A simple fool. They combine the best aspects of Quicksand, Sunny Day, and At The Drive-In (which makes sense since Sparta rises from </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/91421913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/91421913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_03_23_archive.html#91421913' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-90917117</id><published>2003-03-18T06:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-18T06:44:46.390-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I don't know what the fuck is up with those comment thingie's there. So if you left a comment and it dissappeared, I'm sorry. Try again.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/90917117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/90917117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_03_16_archive.html#90917117' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-90719372</id><published>2003-03-14T12:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-14T12:33:51.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I tell you what. Sometimes it doesn't pay to have kids. Last night we fought with Aris for 45 minutes over brushing her teeth. We're talking knuckledragging drool flying all out spaz fest. All I had to do was to check her teeth, she brushes them herself, I go in to make sure she did a good job. At the mere mention of me doing this she instantly turned into a little devil. Screaming, going limp at</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/90719372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/90719372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90719372' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-90532640</id><published>2003-03-11T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-11T12:53:13.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I got in a fight last night. I'm not much of a fighter, but sometimes when I get really riled up I just end up winding up and kicking ass. There I was minding my own business, I had just shut off the lights and laid down so's I can gets me a little bit of the ol' shut eye when it hit me. I was all: "Are you talkin' to me?!" The pounding stopped. I thought "That's damn straight." I put my hand </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/90532640'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/90532640'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_03_09_archive.html#90532640' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-90186173</id><published>2003-03-05T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-05T13:37:48.000-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate dreams that follow me around the entire next day, even if they are great. It just worries me that my mind can be fixated on them for so long. I have dreams I can’t remember one night and the next dreams that hang over my shoulder for days. Every object I see strange reminders that bring me to my knees. Raw meat. An old friend. Twisted perversity and an international star morphed with loved</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/90186173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/90186173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90186173' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-90129135</id><published>2003-03-04T15:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-04T15:08:27.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So there I am gracefully driving to work on a freezing 4 degree morning. Worrying about my car shitting the bed on me. You know it's gotten to the point where I wish I could buy myself a new shitbox, but then I love my little car. It's the little car that just fucking might, if you catch my drift. In the last 3 months I've: Completely lost any resemblence of heat.Lost any control of the '</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/90129135'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/90129135'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90129135' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-90058244</id><published>2003-03-03T12:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-03-03T12:15:14.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's amazing that after a year and a half of living in the same house I could discover more piles of his crap. It was in a hidden corner behind my Marshall amp and next to the decrepid rusting wall hanging cabinet I found it lying. Awaiting my discovery. I felt like fucking Indiana Jones. Oh Snap. That didn't come out right. Considering the unearthing that lied in wait for me I am surprised I'm </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/90058244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/90058244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_03_02_archive.html#90058244' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-89913885</id><published>2003-02-28T13:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-28T13:34:10.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Big Brother is Watching!!!Watch your back!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/89913885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/89913885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89913885' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-89839114</id><published>2003-02-27T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-27T09:41:21.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Big Brother Is Watching!!!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/89839114'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/89839114'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_02_23_archive.html#89839114' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-89507119</id><published>2003-02-21T12:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-21T12:40:21.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fuck.A friend of a friend died last night.I hope everyone else I know is ok.http://www.cnn.com/2003/US/Northeast/02/21/deadly.nightclub.fire/index.html</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/89507119'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/89507119'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_02_16_archive.html#89507119' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-89042752</id><published>2003-02-13T12:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-13T12:55:09.506-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hope hope survives. However, hope lay stinging, trampled by windswept plains. Peace stands; a wall of stone separating meadows of nefariousness. Each blast of frigid air brings our wall one step closer to decay. I hope hope survives. Hope lay healing, crawling closer and ever closer to our wall. Fingers bleeding from pulling itself through the gelid foundation. Reaching out to us, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/89042752'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/89042752'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#89042752' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3762347.post-88914615</id><published>2003-02-11T10:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-02-11T10:21:03.276-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate doctors. Midwifes. All people associated with the medical profession who are full of crap. "We're here because we care." PILE OF DUNG.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/88914615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3762347/posts/default/88914615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://estlincs.blogspot.com/2003_02_09_archive.html#88914615' title=''/><author><name>Estlin</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
