<?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-22878487</id><updated>2011-07-29T00:17:43.611-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Farrarian Tales</title><subtitle type='html'>We the People of Farrar Hall at Western Baptist College write this journal and log so that in the future, not only will we remember, but also that the outside world will know just exactly how insane we are.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386153960305185323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4kKm92y9-R0/TPVm6y7UqQI/AAAAAAAADYg/p81O7YEXErw/S220/billsquare.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>54</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-8860052775601985156</id><published>2009-10-06T07:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-06T07:29:14.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/14/00</title><content type='html'>Bob and Bill completely blow away their old high score on Bubble Bobble. Bill got the game for Nintendo.&lt;br /&gt;A major battle was fought today just inside room 308.&lt;br /&gt;The ants were completely destroyed.&lt;br /&gt;Bill announced a personal Jihad against the ants as he went postal with a fly swatter and ant-killing spray.&lt;br /&gt;Today was a major battle against the ants.&lt;br /&gt;After several hours of intense fighting, hundreds of ant carcasses lay in the hall and room 308.&lt;br /&gt;As of 12:11 am, the ants have been pushed back and are being held at bay.&lt;br /&gt;Jackhammer sounds were heard coming from room 307.&lt;br /&gt;A banana-like smell wafted through room 308.&lt;br /&gt;Bill had alfredo, and is charged with the crime.&lt;br /&gt;The verdict: "Guilty as charged." Bill's quote, "Hey, I'm proud to have that smell come out of my butt."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-8860052775601985156?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/8860052775601985156/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=8860052775601985156&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/8860052775601985156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/8860052775601985156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2009/10/31400.html' title='3/14/00'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-7607551531367284192</id><published>2009-08-22T17:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-22T17:29:52.110-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/13/00</title><content type='html'>There was a dorm meeting tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Afterward, Bill, Bob, Jeff, Mudge, and Wallace made a Taco Bell run. Eventually, twelve to fifteen WBC students ended up there. There was talk of a revival.&lt;br /&gt;Bob, Wallace, and Jeff were "counseled" by Mudge.&lt;br /&gt;Tim was Jeff's son, Bob was Jeff's brother. Tim was caught stealing money and was sentenced to counseling.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff took personal offense when Mudge questioned the morality of Jeff's ex-wife.&lt;br /&gt;Bill got slapped on both cheeks (the southern end) while walking down the hall.&lt;br /&gt;Bill was put asleep by Johnathan.&lt;br /&gt;Bob and Bill failed after 45 agonizing minuets of heated, sweaty playing to defeat Bubble Bobble. They are stuck on level 100. It is the Big guy that bounces around and throws things.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-7607551531367284192?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/7607551531367284192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=7607551531367284192&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/7607551531367284192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/7607551531367284192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2009/08/31300.html' title='3/13/00'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-3469165680080766287</id><published>2009-08-04T21:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-04T21:44:10.278-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/12/00</title><content type='html'>Forces under Bill and Wallenchuck engaged the ants near Room 308 this morning. Later that afternoon, Bob held off an attack. As of this date, no Farrarians have been lost, while the ants' losses are in the hundreds.&lt;div&gt;Thier lifeliess carcasses littler the hall floor.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Yet they will never give up. They will fight to their last unit.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;More howler monkey sounds were heard around 1:35 p.m. today.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strange tribal like screams and yells were heard in the bathroom.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Strange singing was heard a little later.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Chimpanzee-like screams were heard in the hall.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The war for Farrar continues. More ant fatalities.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bill unleashes what is hoped will be a deadly new weapon in the war against the ants.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;The ant walks into the feeding station, gets the bait and takes it back to the colony where it is fed to the queen. The queen dies. One after another the other ants will die and the colony will move away.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Bob thought Rosalea was being anal about her gas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As Bill falls asleep he mutters, "It's too late. And I can't do anything about it. It's too late." (this is at 1:07 a.m. and Bill knows he is getting up at 6:45 a.m. tomorrow morning).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-3469165680080766287?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/3469165680080766287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=3469165680080766287&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/3469165680080766287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/3469165680080766287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2009/08/31200.html' title='3/12/00'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-4150578128443564303</id><published>2009-06-29T14:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-29T14:06:02.725-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/11/00 - The 50th Post</title><content type='html'>The full scale invasion by Ant Forces of Farrar has begun.&lt;br /&gt;A small skirmish erupted this morning between Gen. Bob's forces and a small scout platoon of ants. The ants were completely destroyed, but by 4:30 pm they were back. Bob's forces are keeping them at bay for the moment.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-4150578128443564303?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/4150578128443564303/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=4150578128443564303&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/4150578128443564303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/4150578128443564303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2009/06/31100-50th-post.html' title='3/11/00 - The 50th Post'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-8092850656106716211</id><published>2009-05-28T17:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-28T17:22:51.092-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/9/00 Thurs.</title><content type='html'>Adolescent howler monkey sounds were heard in the hall at 2:57 pm.&lt;br /&gt;Bob went to the bathroom to the tune of "I'm a looser baby, so why don't you kill me."&lt;br /&gt;There was a shootout between Bob, Wallenchuck, and Crazy Dave.&lt;br /&gt;Bob was alerted by Wallenchuck and Crazy Dave popping off a few disc rounds, so he got out Bill's ANWS-1000 gun and blasted Crazy Dave's hand. Then Bob got Wallenchuck in the head after Wallenchuck connected a disc with Bob's eye. Next, Dave tried to grab the ANWS-1000 and failed. He scrambled for the door of the hall while Bob ran a stream of water down his back. Then Wallenchuck, now soaked, jumped on Bob from behind and a threat of a shot to Wallenchuck's special area was made. Wallenchuck promptly let Bob go and Bob was able to close the door.&lt;br /&gt;No innocent bystanders were harmed, and Bob was able to steal around 10 discs.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-8092850656106716211?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/8092850656106716211/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=8092850656106716211&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/8092850656106716211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/8092850656106716211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2009/05/3900-thurs.html' title='3/9/00 Thurs.'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-9172097307305656937</id><published>2009-05-22T18:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-22T18:56:04.188-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/7/00 Tues.</title><content type='html'>Bill was handicapped this morning because Farrar blew a fuse again.&lt;br /&gt;"Anyone know the date?" was yelled randomly in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;A dinosaur-like yell was heard in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;Bob turned into "Methane Man" and terrorized the hall with his "methane gun."&lt;br /&gt;An unknown tribal-like cry was heard several times around 2:14.&lt;br /&gt;Bill experienced severe intestinal cramps, then rushed to the bathroom. He claims "it shot out..." He says he has tummy problems.&lt;br /&gt;Bill ate the "I" of "I love you."&lt;br /&gt;Hours after Bill demonstrated his upgraded anti-nakedness weapon system someone wondered why the hall was all wet.&lt;br /&gt;Scott went insane because his phone rang.&lt;br /&gt;Norton became the savior of Bill's computer.&lt;br /&gt;Bob peed to the soothing sounds of a jazz ballad.&lt;br /&gt;News of Norton spread to outlying areas and many computers were saved throughout the region.&lt;br /&gt;AOK failed. Students in NY were annoyed.&lt;br /&gt;Bob and Bill scratched their rears in synchronization.&lt;br /&gt;Bob ran memaker on his bladder.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-9172097307305656937?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/9172097307305656937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=9172097307305656937&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/9172097307305656937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/9172097307305656937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2009/05/3700-tues.html' title='3/7/00 Tues.'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-2749572845086858599</id><published>2009-04-25T23:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-25T23:07:01.753-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/6/00 Monday</title><content type='html'>A Taco Bell run was made. Ex-Farrarian Tim Alexander was sighted.&lt;br /&gt;Bill and Wallenchuck made Bob promise not to check out the cashier guy's butt, though he still denies the initial act.&lt;br /&gt;Bob and Jeff were locked in a heated battle on AOK.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff was winning, but resigned because it was bedtime.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-2749572845086858599?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/2749572845086858599/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=2749572845086858599&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/2749572845086858599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/2749572845086858599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2009/04/3600-monday.html' title='3/6/00 Monday'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-7768648886134783502</id><published>2009-04-12T10:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-12T10:24:33.048-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/5/00</title><content type='html'>Bill and Bob shudder at the thought of what the cheese from last semester looks like in Bill's fridge. Bob elects to shut the fridge and not find out.&lt;br /&gt;Bill, while on an expedition to the "black hole," discovers his Taco Bell Dog, pushes its ear and it says "Yo quiero Taco Bell."&lt;br /&gt;Bill exclaims, "It lives!"&lt;br /&gt;In his travels he also found a pair of underwear that belonged neither to him nor Bob.&lt;br /&gt;Bill got into something under the bed and has now gone insane.&lt;br /&gt;While smashing boxes into the black hole, Bill comments that he is "defraging." Bill claims to be a plunger.&lt;br /&gt;The black hole spews "common UNIX commands."&lt;br /&gt;Bill continues to "plunge."&lt;br /&gt;Bill was attacked by a coathanger.&lt;br /&gt;Monkey-like screams were heard both inside and outside of Farrar at 9:37 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;First ant killed in Bob and Bill's room.&lt;br /&gt;It was determined Bill's Bubble Bobble is coming from near Pearl Harbor.&lt;br /&gt;A girl-like scream was heard at 10:48 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Joe felt the wrath of Bill's Super Soaker CPS 1000 after making an unprovoked attack on Bob and Bill with a bow and arrow (suction cup that is). Joe can run quickly.&lt;br /&gt;Bob heard a phantom ping pong ball bounce somewhere in the room. He could not find it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-7768648886134783502?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/7768648886134783502/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=7768648886134783502&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/7768648886134783502'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/7768648886134783502'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2009/04/3500.html' title='3/5/00'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-2707973595925840797</id><published>2009-04-08T09:01:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-08T09:10:31.784-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/4/00 Saturday</title><content type='html'>After several hours of heated conflict, the Grace Baptist Church AWANA team under the leadership of Shawn and Bob achieved victory at the fabled AWANA Olympics.&lt;br /&gt;What sounded like a mix of a foot race and a cattle stampede was heard in the hall around 5:08 p.m.&lt;br /&gt;Bill was hands down the worst dressed at Roomies Night Out. He wore a motley assortment of variously colored and variously patterned clothing including two different shoes, black and white tweed pants with 2 inch cuffs, a purple plaid shirt, a green sweater, red sunglasses, brown suspenders, a yellow and red tie, and to top it all off a hat. A maroon "cab driver's flopper."&lt;br /&gt;Bob watched old, sappy, musicals while consuming a "Lloyd's Bar-B-Q Chicken Sandwich."&lt;br /&gt;Bill forgot that consuming Ramen produces farts.&lt;br /&gt;Screaming girls were heard outside at 12:00 a.m.&lt;br /&gt;An anonymous, random act of vandalism left only half of the "Pimpin' Ain't Easy" sticker that had previously graced a door on the second floor.&lt;br /&gt;No one wanted to have a shootout with Bill and Bob and their deadly squirt guns.&lt;br /&gt;Bill found out that he was the highest bidder for Bubble Bobble.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-2707973595925840797?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/2707973595925840797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=2707973595925840797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/2707973595925840797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/2707973595925840797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2009/04/3400-saturday.html' title='3/4/00 Saturday'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-5479607996137296515</id><published>2009-03-13T20:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T20:34:32.492-07:00</updated><title type='text'>3/3/00 Friday</title><content type='html'>Jeff has caught the first ant of the spring 2000 season. Farrar can only wait for the ensuing onslaught.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-5479607996137296515?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/5479607996137296515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=5479607996137296515&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/5479607996137296515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/5479607996137296515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2009/03/3300-friday.html' title='3/3/00 Friday'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-1049945873921699883</id><published>2008-12-15T20:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-15T20:50:00.556-08:00</updated><title type='text'>3/1/00 - 3/2/00</title><content type='html'>Bill mumbled incoherently for a few hours.&lt;br /&gt;Girlish screams were heard around 3:30 pm.&lt;br /&gt;Animalistic screams were heard around 4:00 pm.&lt;br /&gt;A loud sustained scream was heard around 10:21 pm.&lt;br /&gt;Bob destroyed a Super Star Destroyer under the command of Darth Vader and was given no bonus points.&lt;br /&gt;A chair was dropped from a significant, although unknown height.&lt;br /&gt;After having the highest bid on Bubble Bobble for several days, Bill was usurped by "King of the Sobe Lizards." The bid now stands at $10.50.&lt;br /&gt;Bob is getting up at the unholy hour of 6:30 am tomorrow. The earliest since August of '99.&lt;br /&gt;Bob thinks Bill's computer was "flooded," because Bill tried to start it for half an hour, then let it sit for 45 minuets and it started just fine.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-1049945873921699883?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/1049945873921699883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=1049945873921699883&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/1049945873921699883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/1049945873921699883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2008/12/3100-3200.html' title='3/1/00 - 3/2/00'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-4087320374981191163</id><published>2008-12-03T21:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-03T21:58:05.359-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2/29/00 Tuesday - the last leap year on a double 00 year for another 400 years.</title><content type='html'>Jeff and Bob did their Greek "all dressed up."&lt;br /&gt;Bob reloaded Windows 98 in an attempt to thwart the "Explorer performed an illegal operation and will be shut down" error that appears on the desktop every 10 minutes, stopping any program currently running. The operation failed. Desperate measures may have to be taken.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff tried to translate any Greek word that he didn't remember as "kangaroo."&lt;br /&gt;In yet another freak accident, Bob embedded a chunk of fry in his nasal cavity. He was able to dislodge it and continue with his meal. That makes two inhalations of food particles within a week.&lt;br /&gt;Bill went to Sherrie's and spent $6.39 on a "skillet" but forgot to order it without onions or green peppers. "What a waste," he says as he farts. "At least onions make good farts."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-4087320374981191163?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/4087320374981191163/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=4087320374981191163&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/4087320374981191163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/4087320374981191163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2008/12/22900-tuesday-last-leap-year-on-double.html' title='2/29/00 Tuesday - the last leap year on a double 00 year for another 400 years.'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-8245461460639077948</id><published>2008-11-30T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-30T19:51:12.279-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2/28/00 Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-Bill crashed his Nintendo and had to reboot.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;-Today was a strange day.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Dewey claimed to be a lesbian.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bob checked out the cashier guys' butt at Taco Bell (actually he was looking for fire sauce).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Crazy Dave tried to get out of a speeding ticket by claiming he was pregnant (he was playing NFS3).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bill called for a jihad against the ladybugs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bill and Tim communicated via burping.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bob beat Crazy Dave by 2 minutes at Podracer. Bob informs Dave that he needs to use the Force.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;A Taco Bell run was made at 11:30 pm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Bill had a farting problem. Quote: "Man our room sure stinks!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Three different games were played at the same time in Room 308. Bill comments, "Our room is very detrimental to homework."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Every 10 minutes, Bob's computer gave the message, "Explorer performed an illegal operation and will be shut down."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-8245461460639077948?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/8245461460639077948/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=8245461460639077948&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/8245461460639077948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/8245461460639077948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2008/11/22800-monday.html' title='2/28/00 Monday'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-8119230934951191044</id><published>2008-11-18T12:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T12:23:57.101-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2/27/00 Sunday</title><content type='html'>Bob attained the 7th level in Marble Madness.&lt;br /&gt;He is elated.&lt;br /&gt;Later, Bill and Bob got to level 57 on Bubble Bobble, time restraints and sore hands, as well as pilot error forced them to stop.&lt;br /&gt;Bob and Jeff ate homemade donuts.&lt;br /&gt;Bob was startled by the sight of two people in a chair so entwined in each other, he thought they were one person.&lt;br /&gt;Bill consumed many sausages. They functioned to their full capacity. Bill does not look forward to the sausage's digestion and consequent greesy poop.&lt;br /&gt;Bob peed to the tunes of "I done ya' wrong, I hope he does ya' right."&lt;br /&gt;12:40 a.m., February 28th:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93FerKvMOh4/SSMkQKSa1XI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wp3DyNQQl5Y/s1600-h/FarrarLog001.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 30px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93FerKvMOh4/SSMkQKSa1XI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wp3DyNQQl5Y/s400/FarrarLog001.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5270095849011729778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 are currently visible in room 308.&lt;br /&gt;As Derek would say, "That's just gross!"&lt;br /&gt;Bob and Bill go to bed to the soothing tune of a K6-2 processor fan and the blinking lights of Bill's hard drive and CD-ROM. A copy of X-Wing Alliance is being made.&lt;br /&gt;Bill and Bob contemplate skipping morning classes to beat Bubble Bobble.&lt;br /&gt;Bil feels like a bloated chicken wearing thermal underwear.&lt;br /&gt;Bob had a fight with his blankie and lost.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-8119230934951191044?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/8119230934951191044/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=8119230934951191044&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/8119230934951191044'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/8119230934951191044'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2008/11/22700-sunday.html' title='2/27/00 Sunday'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_93FerKvMOh4/SSMkQKSa1XI/AAAAAAAAAEA/wp3DyNQQl5Y/s72-c/FarrarLog001.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-3794251845163894433</id><published>2008-10-19T09:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-19T09:38:01.185-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2/26/00 Saturday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Crazy Dave lost his oil slick.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Star Wars - A New Hope was watched.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bill was married for an hour, just at the mall.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;He also had platonic flapping resulting from a geothermic, gaseous upwelling that was brought on by an ultimate country fried steak with sausage gravy.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Wally finally ventured into Farrar (Sherry's brother). He was arrested for reckless driving and endangerment.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bill cracked his marble, while earlier Bob was able to reach the furthest into Marble Madness Farrar has ever seen: level 6, into the third area, where the crow-like creatures appear and smash your marble.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;The Super Leatherman-that-had-been-mysteriously-left-in-room-308's owner may have been found.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Ray Stevens was played in the bathroom. Fred was a good dog.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Shasta was consumed in large quantities.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Joe boxed with himself.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bob played in puddles from the rain that has been falling constantly for two days.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bill utters complete nonsense, saying, "Bob's tsunami is still anticipating hitting the shore." Then he finds the "Shogo: Mobile Armor Division" box. All it contains is a dead bug.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;As he looks under the bed he utters, "There's just nasty under there."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;2:15 am and counting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"&gt;At 2:27 am, Bob and Bill decide to change their phone message.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-3794251845163894433?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/3794251845163894433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=3794251845163894433&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/3794251845163894433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/3794251845163894433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2008/10/22600-saturday.html' title='2/26/00 Saturday'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-7560153478154806638</id><published>2008-10-10T23:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-10T23:18:58.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2/23/00 Wednesday</title><content type='html'>Mischief is afoot in Farrar.&lt;br /&gt;Andy and Ben came in panting and dirty.&lt;br /&gt;The sound of someone whacking someone else and, "ahhhh ahhhh, leave me alone!" is heard in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;A Taco Bell run was made.&lt;br /&gt;Bill had "The Itch"&lt;br /&gt;Bill learned how to get rid of crazy Dave. He took off his pants and Dave left.&lt;br /&gt;Toy Story II was watched.&lt;br /&gt;Bob pushed the Turks into the sea.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-7560153478154806638?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/7560153478154806638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=7560153478154806638&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/7560153478154806638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/7560153478154806638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2008/10/22300-wednesday.html' title='2/23/00 Wednesday'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-1775909058521004028</id><published>2007-04-06T22:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-04-06T23:01:01.327-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2/22/00 Tuesday</title><content type='html'>For the first time since the purchase of the Messianic computer, Bob's computer is fully functional while Bill's is not.&lt;br /&gt;In fact far from it. It is currently unbootable.&lt;br /&gt;Bob spread the smell of Farrar to St. Paul's Episcopal Church.&lt;br /&gt;A hall light cover was used to play soccer, bowling and other sports in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;Contra was played by Scott. He was killed by what looked like a football team.&lt;br /&gt;Bob found his thingy(his note pad).&lt;br /&gt;Bill fell asleep making Mp3's.&lt;br /&gt;Earlier he got his computer running, but only every other time it is started.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-1775909058521004028?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/1775909058521004028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=1775909058521004028&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/1775909058521004028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/1775909058521004028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2007/04/22200-tuesday.html' title='2/22/00 Tuesday'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-634176995596513000</id><published>2007-03-11T19:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-03-11T19:24:59.180-07:00</updated><title type='text'>2/21/00 Monday</title><content type='html'>The epic ski trip was less than what it was hoped it would be.&lt;br /&gt;It was foggy, rainy, cold, and the snow was hard, but Bob and Randy had a great time.&lt;br /&gt;After skiing they went to Fry's, then to Izzy's for all you can eat pizza.&lt;br /&gt;Teen-Age Mutant Ninja Turtles was played.&lt;br /&gt;Bob is still at -69% toward his next advancement in the Rebel Alliance.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-634176995596513000?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/634176995596513000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=634176995596513000&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/634176995596513000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/634176995596513000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2007/03/22100-monday.html' title='2/21/00 Monday'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-1237833372602609107</id><published>2007-02-24T21:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-24T21:13:23.641-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2/20/00 Sunday</title><content type='html'>Many &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Farrarians&lt;/span&gt; migrated to Rob &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;Buhl's&lt;/span&gt; house for a barn bash. Cardboard and plywood was burned, games were played, songs were sung. It was an overall good time.&lt;br /&gt;In a freak accident, Bob got cream soda all over Jeff's room.&lt;br /&gt;Bob set the can of cream soda down on Jeff's mini-fridge, and it promptly fell off. It made contact with the floor straight on its side and commenced spewing cream soda like a fountain as it spun wildly out of control. Bob was able to grab the spinning &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;spewing&lt;/span&gt; can and arrest its spinning and spewing. It was the &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;weirdest&lt;/span&gt; thing Jeff and Bob had ever witnessed a can of cream soda do.&lt;br /&gt;Only 7 1/2 hours until the epic ski trip will commence. (10:34 pm now)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-1237833372602609107?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/1237833372602609107/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=1237833372602609107&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/1237833372602609107'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/1237833372602609107'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2007/02/22000-sunday.html' title='2/20/00 Sunday'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-3467815376805130852</id><published>2007-02-18T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-18T14:09:58.557-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2/19/00</title><content type='html'>Jeff shot chicken through his nose..&lt;br /&gt;Bob became Marksman 1st Class and a Unit Leader's Citation&lt;br /&gt;Jeff went to Wonderland.&lt;br /&gt;Surprisingly, there was some activity in the hall tonight.&lt;br /&gt;It seemed like all the third floor mens' women were here. Russ', Scott's, Jamie's (honorable third floorian), Bob's, and who knows who else.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-3467815376805130852?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/3467815376805130852/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=3467815376805130852&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/3467815376805130852'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/3467815376805130852'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2007/02/21900.html' title='2/19/00'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-7693219454330526632</id><published>2007-02-07T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-02-07T20:51:15.437-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2/18/00</title><content type='html'>The hall was dead.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff built a mighty amusement park empire.&lt;br /&gt;Bob avenged his family's honor.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-7693219454330526632?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/7693219454330526632/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=7693219454330526632&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/7693219454330526632'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/7693219454330526632'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2007/02/21800.html' title='2/18/00'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-116994196830940810</id><published>2007-01-27T15:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T15:53:23.210-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2/17/00</title><content type='html'>Bill almost doubled is Hard Drive space = 25 gigs.&lt;br /&gt;Bob and Bill reminisce about way back when 250 megs was a lot, then there were those huge 500 meg hard drives.&lt;br /&gt;Bob was transferred to the Liberty today.&lt;br /&gt;A Fry's run was made. Total purchases: 17 gig hard drive, 50 CD-R's, 25 jewel cases, and a keyboard. It was a quick and successful raid.&lt;br /&gt;In a futile attempt to remember everything for his upcoming Contemporary Theology midterm, Bob plugged a keyboard into his ear and tried typing the information into his brain. He decides he does not have a PS/2 compatible port.&lt;br /&gt;4 days until what is hoped to be the epic ski trip of the 99-2000 season.&lt;br /&gt;Bill decides to become a pirate. He thinks "Nobeard" is a good name.&lt;br /&gt;Bill told Krista to "open up your computer and blow out those pointy things on the ribbon, then plug it back in good."&lt;br /&gt;Jeff pondered the theology of "Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-116994196830940810?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/116994196830940810/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=116994196830940810&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/116994196830940810'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/116994196830940810'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2007/01/21700.html' title='2/17/00'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-116873188529495650</id><published>2007-01-13T15:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-13T15:44:52.193-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2/16/00 - Wednesday</title><content type='html'>The computer science guys of 3rd floor broke into the custodial closet to get Bill's internet back up.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff and Bob were unable to destroy the Brittons.&lt;br /&gt;Bob received a medal for his valiant efforts protecting the retreating Rebel fleet.&lt;br /&gt;Nakedness reared its ugly head once again, but threats of squirt-gun reprisals sent the offenders scampering.&lt;br /&gt;Bill reads about "becoming one flesh" in his marital counseling workbook.&lt;br /&gt;Napster helped Bill download many megs of MP3's.&lt;br /&gt;Bill and Bob were flautatious.&lt;br /&gt;Shouts followed by a car peeling out were heard outside Farrar.&lt;br /&gt;Nutter Butters were consumed.&lt;br /&gt;Bill got his underwear stuck to his peeing sandals as he attempted to go do what the sandals a re for.&lt;br /&gt;Bill strobe-mooned the 'frigerator and microwave.&lt;br /&gt;Crazy Dave was attacked after provoking Josh, Wallenchuck, and others.&lt;br /&gt;Bill played his guitar in his PJ's as it turned from Wednesday to Thursday.&lt;br /&gt;Bill temporarily lost control of his left hand.&lt;br /&gt;Quote of the night, "Oh man! Funky bunnies fingers!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-116873188529495650?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/116873188529495650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=116873188529495650&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/116873188529495650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/116873188529495650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2007/01/21600-wednesday.html' title='2/16/00 - Wednesday'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-116810476837266437</id><published>2007-01-06T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2007-01-06T09:32:53.150-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2/11/00</title><content type='html'>Bill woke up at 11:20am&lt;br /&gt;As Bob and Bill eat lunch in thier room, they listened to a drunk sounding Pope shout "funky bunnies!" on "Vatican Radio Online."&lt;br /&gt;Bill had macaroni-and-water-cheese.&lt;br /&gt;Bill's quote, "It actually tasted pretty good."&lt;br /&gt;Bill worked on thoughtery.com&lt;br /&gt;Sounds of a scuffle were heard in Scott and Russ' room.&lt;br /&gt;A mattress blocked the entrance to Jeff's room.&lt;br /&gt;Someone collected cans in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;The hall is deserted at 4:30pm.&lt;br /&gt;Bill's bladder wouldn't make up its mind. Bill goes to the restroom to help it decide.&lt;br /&gt;Bill logged the air log. He needed out.&lt;br /&gt;A Taco Bell run was made at 11:27pm.&lt;br /&gt;Bob became Marksman 2nd Class in the Rebel Alliance last night.&lt;br /&gt;Bill got thoughtery.com up.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-116810476837266437?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/116810476837266437/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=116810476837266437&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/116810476837266437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/116810476837266437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2007/01/21100.html' title='2/11/00'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-116607916481421964</id><published>2006-12-13T22:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-12-13T22:53:05.196-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2/10/00 Thursday</title><content type='html'>Yet another open dorm has come and gone. Tom tried to break a snowboard.&lt;br /&gt;A scream of intense pain was heard in the parking lot.&lt;br /&gt;Overheard in the hall at 10:06pm, "The girls are gone everyone get naked!"&lt;br /&gt;A little later, "The girls are gone! I can go pee!"&lt;br /&gt;Bill, after working on his analysis paper for several hours, learns that what he thought was a commentary on John which he had been reading for ten minutes was actually the Confessions of Augustine.&lt;br /&gt;Star Wars parodies were watched until the wee hours of the morning. Bob downloaded 277 MB of them.&lt;br /&gt;Theo is back.&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, the hall is quiet at 12:48 am, a first this week.&lt;br /&gt;Bill longed to take a break from his paper writing to do physics.&lt;br /&gt;Bob and Jeff gave Bill a belated birthday gift and card.&lt;br /&gt;The gift was peanut butter M&amp;amp;M's.&lt;br /&gt;The card was a poem about farts.&lt;br /&gt;The hall is no longer quiet. It is 12:51 am.&lt;br /&gt;Theo and Jeff came into Bob and Bill's room and fart. Then Theo proceeded to wrestle with Jeff to try to get another fart to come out.&lt;br /&gt;Bill fell asleep at around 3:00am on the floor doing physics.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-116607916481421964?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/116607916481421964/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=116607916481421964&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/116607916481421964'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/116607916481421964'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2006/12/21000-thursday.html' title='2/10/00 Thursday'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-116468783028096047</id><published>2006-11-27T20:14:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T20:23:54.403-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2/8/00</title><content type='html'>Today, Monday the 8th, [of Jan.] 2000, a day which will live in infmany in the hearts of all Farrarians, we were forced to go to PVG for a dorm meeting. Having to go to PVG was one thing, but we were also forced to listen to a talk from a police officer.&lt;br /&gt;Bill counted 5 swear words.&lt;br /&gt;We learned how two business professionals, under the influence of road rage, beat each other with briefcases, while in an intersection, being watched by a crowd of around 100.&lt;br /&gt;Various other things that this author deems inapropriate for this log were told to us.&lt;br /&gt;Bill and Jeff made a Taco Bell run at 11:45, then "went for a drive."&lt;br /&gt;A ladybug was spotted in Bill and Bob's room.&lt;br /&gt;How it survived this long is a mystery.&lt;br /&gt;Bill listened to the "Alf" theme song and reminisced.&lt;br /&gt;The Great Awakening was set for 6:55am.&lt;br /&gt;Bill and Bob decided that Bob's 486 was only John the Baptist and that Bob is Catholic because he has to sacrifice the Messianic computer by reloading Windows 98 many, many times.&lt;br /&gt;After having sat through Tim Anderson's theology lecture on Hell, Bill and Bob discuss the theological signifigance of the Portal to Hades (otherwise known as the heater)&lt;br /&gt;Buddy the Bear sits back against the wall and thinks to himself, "*sigh* Another day has ended in Farrar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-116468783028096047?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/116468783028096047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=116468783028096047&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/116468783028096047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/116468783028096047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2006/11/2800.html' title='2/8/00'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-116364940548392720</id><published>2006-11-15T19:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-15T19:56:50.833-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2/7/00</title><content type='html'>The Farrar Log almost fell into the Abyss.&lt;br /&gt;Bill figured out that the key conceot in John 21 is to have Jesus in the boat when you go fishing.&lt;br /&gt;Bob and Bill relived the 80's listening to old TV theme songs.&lt;br /&gt;FAT ALBERT LIVES!!&lt;br /&gt;They finally called it quits at 1:37 am.&lt;br /&gt;Bill cries, "By the power of Greyskull, I have the power!"&lt;br /&gt;Bob couldn't stop farting. Bill was almost knocked out.&lt;br /&gt;Bob went mountain climbing on his bed.&lt;br /&gt;One of Bob's farts was the biggest of his college career.&lt;br /&gt;Bill said, "It was like a marathon in all events. You had the classic, the juicy, airy and dry, the sputtery. That was a shorts ripper!"&lt;br /&gt;All this occured after 1:30 am.&lt;br /&gt;The messianic computer, although having a few quirks has, after Windows 98 having to have been reloaded on average of twice a day since its purchase, run smoothly for almost two days. This is a record, and the natives hope it will contine to function normally.&lt;br /&gt;The problem with AOK was found to be the sound card around the middle of last week.&lt;br /&gt;It is now 2:13 am.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-116364940548392720?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/116364940548392720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=116364940548392720&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/116364940548392720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/116364940548392720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2006/11/2700.html' title='2/7/00'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-116337084381462146</id><published>2006-11-12T14:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-12T14:34:10.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2/6/00 - The 25th Entry</title><content type='html'>Jeff went on a rampage in Chicago at around 1:29 am.&lt;br /&gt;Linux is running.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff went to Wonderland where he got 3 ninjas, 4 army men, and 3 Chinese finger traps.&lt;br /&gt;He also bought deodorant, after going the whole day without it.&lt;br /&gt;Bill played Mario. Mario wasn't too happy about it.&lt;br /&gt;Bob watched a chick flick with 3 other girls.&lt;br /&gt;"There were a few funny parts," Bob adds. The best line in it was, "Where's she going?" "I don't know, but wherever it is she'll be there by 10:30 tomorrow morning."&lt;br /&gt;In a tense situation, Bill had to decide which surge protector to turn off. After much deliberation and careful thought, Bill chose...and turned off the right one.&lt;br /&gt;As Bill and Bob contemplate the day quietly, resting in their bed, their thoughts are clouded by a buzz of sound in the room next to theirs. 007 is being played again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-116337084381462146?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/116337084381462146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=116337084381462146&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/116337084381462146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/116337084381462146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2006/11/2600-25th-entry.html' title='2/6/00 - The 25th Entry'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-116269859515206459</id><published>2006-11-04T19:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-04T19:50:07.736-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2/4/00</title><content type='html'>Repairs to Bob's car have begun.&lt;br /&gt;Farrar had its first conference call today.&lt;br /&gt;Bob re-loaded Windows 98&lt;br /&gt;After 3 hours of work, toil, tribulation, and near cussing Bob finally removed his alternator, and since Bob's car was in pieces he inquired of Bill if he would take Bob to NAPA for a new one and en route to the gas station in Bill's car, which was severely in need of gas, it ran out of the afore mentioned liquid about a block from the intersection of Kuebler and Lancaster, but luckily Bill had his cell phone and was able to call Krista, who came and picked up the two boys and took them to the gas station where Bill purchased a gas can and two gallons of gas, and after buying Krista a Twinkie, Krista drove the boys back to Bill's car where they got it filled up, got it started, and drove to the same gas station and had the same attendant fill up Bill's car, and they finally drove to NAPA where they told Bob that the alternator wouldn't be in until Saturday, so Bill and Bob drove home. Bill had a burrito in there somewhere.&lt;br /&gt;So basically, Bill bought Krista a Twinkie so Bob could go skiing on Saturday but now can't.&lt;br /&gt;There was an 8:45 Taco Bell run that included WinCo.&lt;br /&gt;Mass quantities of chalupas were consumed.&lt;br /&gt;Bill and Bob learned that "you can get anything you want at Alice's restaurant" and that "you can walk right in, its around the back, just about a half mile from the railroad track."&lt;br /&gt;At 1:17 am Bill began to speak in tongues after unsuccessfully trying to crash WBC's Webmail.&lt;br /&gt;It was a busy day.&lt;br /&gt;Bill's last act of the day: can you guess? *pooofffftt* Bill claims intestinal relief.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-116269859515206459?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/116269859515206459/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=116269859515206459&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/116269859515206459'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/116269859515206459'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2006/11/2400.html' title='2/4/00'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-116244330692674039</id><published>2006-11-01T20:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-11-01T20:55:14.626-08:00</updated><title type='text'>2/3/00</title><content type='html'>Bill went to bed before, and woke up after Bob for the first time this millennium last night.&lt;br /&gt;Bobadin and Monk failed to defeat the Viking infidels because of a technical error on Bobadin's part. It involved a surge protector and a blind stab of a finger.&lt;br /&gt;Bill sucked puss out of his neck, then tuned his guitar.&lt;br /&gt;Bob re-loaded Windows 98 - what else is new?&lt;br /&gt;Michael Fischer wore clothes tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Wallace and Josh's room stinks again. They are oblivious.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff grappled with woman issues.&lt;br /&gt;Bill and Bob contemplate the purchase of Nerf Arena Blast.&lt;br /&gt;They brainstorm about how to pay as little as possible.&lt;br /&gt;Bill cried, "Blasphemy!" as he booted up his "Linux" hard drive that, as of tonight, still has Windows 98 loaded from Bob's little "experiment."&lt;br /&gt;Bill felt a fart come on- and it came, and there was great rejoicing. He blames the chili-dog he ate for lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Concerning the chili dog, Bill only ate the chili and bread because the hotdog was burnt.&lt;br /&gt;Bob's car is sick.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-116244330692674039?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/116244330692674039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=116244330692674039&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/116244330692674039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/116244330692674039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2006/11/2300.html' title='2/3/00'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-116208342494945441</id><published>2006-10-28T17:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-28T17:57:08.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1/31/00</title><content type='html'>The last day of the first month of the year 2000!&lt;br /&gt;Bob swapped back with Bill's HD for his own&lt;br /&gt;Tom Borges was nominated the freshman class homecoming prince. The Farrarians rejoice and celebrate, while the rest of WBC wonders what happened.&lt;br /&gt;Bill played Nintendo, before beating Bob and Krista badly at Nerf Arena Blast. Bob vows revenge.&lt;br /&gt;The guitar tuner came, and Bill and Bob entertained themselves trying to sing into it in tune.&lt;br /&gt;Unknown problems with the lava lamp and a string of lights still have not been resolved. The mystery continues.&lt;br /&gt;Bob picked up an "Illegal bottle of Zadrona Ale" during a clash with some smugglers.&lt;br /&gt;All is well and Bill's bed is warm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-116208342494945441?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/116208342494945441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=116208342494945441&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/116208342494945441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/116208342494945441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2006/10/13100.html' title='1/31/00'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-116157820959892059</id><published>2006-10-22T21:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-10-22T21:37:12.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1/27/00</title><content type='html'>It's Western Weekend and there's no Maffia to "entertain" them.&lt;br /&gt;A Taco Bell run was made at 9:36pm, and along with it, a new group.&lt;br /&gt;The Mad, Bad, Cow, Fad. This group strove to have 4 3-letter words first, second and fourth of which rhyme, and the third of which is bovine related. Also included in the bylaws were that anytime the group gets together a beef Chalupa is consumed by each of the group, and a red car with the name Tarus shall be driven.&lt;br /&gt;It escalated from there.&lt;br /&gt;Duck, by this, confirmed Jeff, Bill, and Bob's insanity.&lt;br /&gt;There were two battles tonight. Wallace decided to get cocky with his disk gun, forcing Bob to retaliate with Bill's over-under water pistol. Wallace ran out of ammo, and Bob, assisted by Jeff, forced Wallace into his room where he [Wallace] was soaked.&lt;br /&gt;The second was between Steve and Bob.&lt;br /&gt;Bob, having confiscated Wallace's disk-gun tried in vain to shoot Steve from Wallace's room. Somehow Steve got a hold of Bill's .45 magnum water pistol, and Bob got a hold of Bill's over-under. Steve got Bob in the eye but then smashed his head into the wall trying to avoid a shot.&lt;br /&gt;Overall, an uneventful night.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-116157820959892059?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/116157820959892059/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=116157820959892059&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/116157820959892059'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/116157820959892059'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2006/10/12700.html' title='1/27/00'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-115906613479688716</id><published>2006-09-23T19:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-23T19:49:02.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1/26/00</title><content type='html'>Today was camp day at Western Baptist.&lt;br /&gt;Therefore, over the usual 1/3 pf the students knew the songs in chapel.&lt;br /&gt;Bill, being unable to exit his bed properly because of the canyon of stuff piling up, decides to clean.&lt;br /&gt;Bill won 10 bucks at lunch.&lt;br /&gt;Bob has now won the firat two races and got third in another on the Galactic Pod Racing Circuit.&lt;br /&gt;Bill drank a liter of Pepsi before going to bed, and complained about the inability to go wee in the room.&lt;br /&gt;Navajo shaved his head.&lt;br /&gt;Mudge locked his keys in his car again - this time at Dunkin' Doughnuts.&lt;br /&gt;His quote, "I shudda kept goin' to youth group."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-115906613479688716?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/115906613479688716/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=115906613479688716&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/115906613479688716'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/115906613479688716'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2006/09/12600.html' title='1/26/00'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-115733185251111142</id><published>2006-09-03T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-09-03T18:04:16.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1/25/00</title><content type='html'>Bill napped because of greesey poop instead of going to Missiology.&lt;br /&gt;Later that night he got 10th on a Pod Race level, "that was really hard."&lt;br /&gt;Bob was unable to finish his race because he had to stop in the middle of it to answer a phone call.&lt;br /&gt;The Messianic computer still doesn't run AOK.&lt;br /&gt;The popular consensus is that AOK is satanic in nature.&lt;br /&gt;Bill waited on hold for 20 minutes to clear up a misunderstanding about credit cards and guitar picks.&lt;br /&gt;The contents of a 2 liter of Pepsi was consumed.&lt;br /&gt;The sound configurations were changed and ICQ was loaded.&lt;br /&gt;Bob fell to the darkside for a time tonight. He was using Internet Explorer. Bill led him back to the light side with a quick file transfer of Netscape Navigator.&lt;br /&gt;12:20 am 1/26: The air conditioner is turned off. It's finally cold enough. All is quiet, except for the sound of the lone CPU fan on Bill's computer.&lt;br /&gt;Even the hall is quiet.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-115733185251111142?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/115733185251111142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=115733185251111142&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/115733185251111142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/115733185251111142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2006/09/12500.html' title='1/25/00'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-115656267452711456</id><published>2006-08-25T20:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-25T20:24:47.206-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1/23/00</title><content type='html'>Too many distractions and intense depression have kept me from keeping this log. But it must be written, I must continue.&lt;br /&gt;Farrar has turned into an insane asylum.&lt;br /&gt;Monkey-like screams were heard. Bill commented that they sounded like a constipated monkey.&lt;br /&gt;Sounds of someone being tortured were heard.&lt;br /&gt;Men bounced off walls and doors.&lt;br /&gt;More screams.&lt;br /&gt;A wailing wall has been erected in room 308 for people who wish to pray for the Messianic computer.&lt;br /&gt;We did not anticipate having to fight not against the flesh, but the powers of Microsoft. The great Saga continues. Windows 98 is being re-loaded for the 4th time tonight. We will do battle until 12:00, then it is time for bed.&lt;br /&gt;Duck is alive.&lt;br /&gt;Wallace discovered his cookies in room 308.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff searched for a cordless drill.&lt;br /&gt;"I kicked his butt!" was yelled randomly in the hall.&lt;br /&gt;Bill announces that there is something theologically wrong with Bob's computer.&lt;br /&gt;Friday night and into Saturday morning Bob and Bill play the first ever Pod Race over the network. Two races were run, ending in a one to one tie.&lt;br /&gt;Another Pod Race will take place tonight to decide once and for all this weekend, who's the fastest.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-115656267452711456?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/115656267452711456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=115656267452711456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/115656267452711456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/115656267452711456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2006/08/12300.html' title='1/23/00'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-115622078345563327</id><published>2006-08-21T21:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-21T21:26:30.286-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1/14/00</title><content type='html'>For a brief moment Bill, Bob, and Jeff were in the hall at the same time. Then we all left.&lt;br /&gt;Bill got his hard drives mixed up. He almost deleted Windows instead of LINUX, or was that LINUX instead of Windows? As of 10:57 pm the matter was still unresolved.&lt;br /&gt;The hall is quiet for the first time since Sunday, Jan. 9th.&lt;br /&gt;At 10:58 pm, Bill has gone insane.&lt;br /&gt;Tyson is also insane, he is doing " a little homework."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-115622078345563327?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/115622078345563327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=115622078345563327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/115622078345563327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/115622078345563327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2006/08/11400.html' title='1/14/00'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-115569638688242556</id><published>2006-08-15T19:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-15T19:46:31.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1/13/00 Thursday</title><content type='html'>Bill and Bob got up at 7:00am. Bill went to study the Bible, Bob played on the computer until 10:00am.&lt;br /&gt;Bill finally bought a guitar. A Fender. it plays nice.&lt;br /&gt;Exceeding joy oozed into the hall. Then we went to bed.&lt;br /&gt;Bob joined the Rebellion.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-115569638688242556?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/115569638688242556/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=115569638688242556&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/115569638688242556'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/115569638688242556'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2006/08/11300-thursday.html' title='1/13/00 Thursday'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-115526272764797327</id><published>2006-08-10T19:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-10T19:18:55.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>1/12/00</title><content type='html'>During the past week, multiple trips to Fry's are made to get the Messianic computer operational.&lt;br /&gt;As of today, NFS 3 is loaded, Pod Racer is loaded, and X-Wing Alliance is loaded.&lt;br /&gt;Bob, a.k.a. "Ace" Azzameen tangled with the Viraxo.&lt;br /&gt;Girlish screams were heard in the hall. Scott is accused and initially denies any involvement. But later it comes out that Scott has the strange talent after all.&lt;br /&gt;Many other things happened in Farrar as well. If every one of them were written down, I suppose even the whole world would not have room for the books that would be written, and some people's reputations would never be salvaged.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-115526272764797327?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/115526272764797327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=115526272764797327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/115526272764797327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/115526272764797327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2006/08/11200.html' title='1/12/00'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-115483263177568133</id><published>2006-08-05T19:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-08-05T19:50:39.106-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Jan 8 2000 The First Entry of the New millennium</title><content type='html'>*First, I Bob must apologies. I have been on vacation. Thanks for your patience*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tonight only 4 people sleep on 3rd floor Farrar.&lt;br /&gt;Randy had a Bar B Q.&lt;br /&gt;The first Goodwill run of the millennium was made, as well as the first WinCo run.&lt;br /&gt;The hall is so silent, the sound of Christmas lights blinking on and off can be heard in Bob and Bill's room.&lt;br /&gt;The afore mentioned room looks like a small Oklahoman town after it has just been destroyed by a large twister.&lt;br /&gt;Bob is afraid to open the fridge, for fear that by doing so evolution could finally be proven, and that the lifeforms would be hostile.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff built a roller coaster and read about the Teacher who appeared in Africa, who will lead the world to peace and prosperity for all.&lt;br /&gt;Bob pondered -"If someone farts in a room with no one else in it, does it still stink?"&lt;br /&gt;Welcome to the new millennium Farrar.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-115483263177568133?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/115483263177568133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=115483263177568133&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/115483263177568133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/115483263177568133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2006/08/jan-8-2000-first-entry-of-new.html' title='Jan 8 2000 The First Entry of the New millennium'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-115335762555478239</id><published>2006-07-19T17:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T18:07:14.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12/14/99</title><content type='html'>The alarm went off at 8:00am. Bill got up, turned it off and went back to bed. He remembers nothing.&lt;br /&gt;The dorm was filled with stuff as people rearranged rooms&lt;br /&gt;A 9 iron was used to hit a dry erase marker around - divits were replaced.&lt;br /&gt;A Taco Bell run was made at 11:47 pm - they were out of Chalupas.&lt;br /&gt;Bob and Bill came up with the last ever Bible Lit study blasphemies. Only they know what they mean and to try explain one here would exceed the pages in this notebook and cause some weak in the faith to stumble.&lt;br /&gt;The last Worms game of the millennium was played. It was close, but Bob won the set 2-0. Bill vowed to beat Bob in the next millennium.&lt;br /&gt;Bill found his Bible Lit notes, most importantly the quotes in it, since the class is over. He reminisces with it.&lt;br /&gt;Day #26 of Bill's ungammable computer. What computer? A significant contribution was made to the fulfillment of the prophecies concerning the Messianic computer. A check was received in the amount of $150.00 to Bob.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-115335762555478239?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/115335762555478239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=115335762555478239&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/115335762555478239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/115335762555478239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2006/07/121499.html' title='12/14/99'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-115310033052145583</id><published>2006-07-16T18:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T18:39:02.983-07:00</updated><title type='text'>12/13/99</title><content type='html'>Bill and Jeff came screaming into Bill and Bob's room at 8:50. They were elated that the World Thought final was over. Bob refused to let Jeff get into bed with him.&lt;br /&gt;The three went to Goodwill where Bill found a Nintendo for 12 dollars. And we thought there was a lot of sin in here before...! Later Bill bought 8 more games for it.&lt;br /&gt;15 or so pizzas were consumed in Farrar tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Bob was finally beaten at NFL Football '94 -Seattle 26, San Diego 31. He had to use one of the worst teams and only lost because of a fumble as time ran out.&lt;br /&gt;Toy Story was watched by Bob, Bill, and other non-Farrarians.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff disappeared for most of the night.&lt;br /&gt;Bill's Nintendo is fickle.&lt;br /&gt;Day #25 of Bill's computer being ungammable. The natives have now lost all hope and have moved on to other things. There is talk of a Messiah coming in Jan. It has been prophesied that he will come bearing a virgin computer that will be gammable all the time and never crash.&lt;br /&gt;Bill consumed 2 liters of Pepsi from 10 pm until 1:30 am, but is unable to get Rad Racer to work. Strike that - 15 minutes of pushing, pulling, blowing and praying pays off.&lt;br /&gt;Bill found out how realistic the spinouts are.&lt;br /&gt;Randy was informed that his egg went off and Scott wanted to scream but it was quiet hours.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-115310033052145583?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/115310033052145583/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=115310033052145583&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/115310033052145583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/115310033052145583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2006/07/121399.html' title='12/13/99'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-115215540496837423</id><published>2006-07-05T20:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T20:10:16.743-07:00</updated><title type='text'>December 11th</title><content type='html'>Bill attempted to do homework on the floor. Sleep overcame him from 3 something to 4 something. Reflection is sketchy.&lt;br /&gt;Bob left to ski at 1:30 pm. Wallenchuck and Mudge were playing on the computer, and had been doing so since noon. Bob returned at 1:00am. Wallenchuck and Mudge were in the same position.&lt;br /&gt;Bill picked up his Star Wars cards.&lt;br /&gt;Strange utterances were heard eminating from the bathroom. Something about cow's udders and tootsie rolls.&lt;br /&gt;While Russ was in the shower at the time, he claims he was meditating on the floor and had no part in it.&lt;br /&gt;It is 1:42 am and everyone is awake.&lt;br /&gt;Bob stinks.&lt;br /&gt;While on thier ski excursion, well, coming back from it, a stop was made at Taco Bell in Sandy OR at 11:40 pm.&lt;br /&gt;Not an English speaking person was found and a hole was discovered in the Bardchs' muffler. In the end we did get our Chalupa and "sheeps."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-115215540496837423?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/115215540496837423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=115215540496837423&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/115215540496837423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/115215540496837423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2006/07/december-11th.html' title='December 11th'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-115178754676020450</id><published>2006-07-01T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-07-01T13:59:14.170-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dec. 10th Friday</title><content type='html'>Bill for the past two nights was on Sabbatical to a far away land. Well, he was in PVG doing a maze, then mice in a maze and sometime Friday morning - estimates say 3 to 4 am, Bill became He-Man, god incarnate. Well, maybe just the master of his own universe.&lt;br /&gt;Today was the last regular class day of the millennium, including our last Bible Lit. class. There was wailing and gnashing of teeth, and three attendance sheets somehow were made.&lt;br /&gt;A few days ago Bob beat Steven 106 to 41 at NFL Football '94.&lt;br /&gt;Cromer's section went bowling last night instead of doing homework. After 4 games the alley closed and we were forced back to the dorm.&lt;br /&gt;The hall was dead tonight.&lt;br /&gt;Bill pushed and popped his matrices.&lt;br /&gt;There is an air of excitement and anticipation in the hall, for we are going to Mt. Hood tomorrow.&lt;br /&gt;Amazingly, Bob and Bill will be going to sleep and waking up at the same time and we will sleep until we are rested.&lt;br /&gt;Bob left the dorm at around 7:00pm. Wallenchuck and Mudge were staring at Wallenchuck's computer. Now at 1:19 am they are in the same position playing the same game.&lt;br /&gt;Can anyone say addiction?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-115178754676020450?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/115178754676020450/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=115178754676020450&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/115178754676020450'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/115178754676020450'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2006/07/dec-10th-friday.html' title='Dec. 10th Friday'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-115102171330834622</id><published>2006-06-22T17:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-22T17:15:22.710-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Dec. 2-10</title><content type='html'>This being the end of the semester....well....that explains the discrepancy......'nuff said.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-115102171330834622?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/115102171330834622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=115102171330834622&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/115102171330834622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/115102171330834622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2006/06/dec-2-10.html' title='Dec. 2-10'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-114922042603012808</id><published>2006-06-01T20:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-06-01T20:53:46.040-07:00</updated><title type='text'>December 1st</title><content type='html'>Here I sit. It is 2:15 in the morning. My recolection is dim, bear with me.&lt;br /&gt;Bill's wound is healing, although he complains occasionally of foot pains, especially when being tickled.&lt;br /&gt;Nudity was once again thwarted.&lt;br /&gt;The Spirit of Procrastination has been vanquished by Grim Reality - in other words, an American Thought research paper is due tomorrow, and even at this late, or early, hour, the hall is a buzz with a few of the last followers of the Spirit of Procrastination.&lt;br /&gt;Bill recieved an ancient relic from Tad. A sick, but usable 486-66. Bob's monitor and mouse were also resurrected.&lt;br /&gt;Bob beat Josh 35-12 at NFL Football '94.&lt;br /&gt;In the spirit of the season, Bill and Bob adorned thier room with Christmas lights. Salem  is experiencing occasional brownouts - especially when the microwave is turned on. When asked about this, Bill had this to say, "Don't worry, we just picked up another powerstrip."&lt;br /&gt;Bill pauses at level 5, deciding Professor Monkey for a Brain can wait until tomorrow, it is now 2:34 am.&lt;br /&gt;Day #11 of the ungammable computer. A militia is being formed while the fate of gammability rests soley on Bill, who soothed the natives with a Sega avoiding what surely could have been an ugly situation.&lt;br /&gt;The Sega was on from 7pm until 2:40am. Bob learned how to throw and catch a football -"It's the A key!!"&lt;br /&gt;Ikybod was successful again.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-114922042603012808?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/114922042603012808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=114922042603012808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/114922042603012808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/114922042603012808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2006/06/december-1st.html' title='December 1st'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-114391421630852991</id><published>2006-04-01T09:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T09:57:41.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 30th, Tuesday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Bill skipped World Thought today - he had no dream saying he had to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bill impaled himself in the foot with a Leatherman, but the Sega works now.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bill spent from 10 pm until 3 am working on a 4 page double space paper&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;"It was a RESEARCH paper!"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Ikybod Clay beat up Tiny, Helga, The Blob, Bad Mr. Frosty and other various villains.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;NFL Football '94 was played. Score: Seahawks 0, Broncos 6. Interceptions numbered in the double digits for both teams, and were near the total yards for each.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bill got rolls for 50 cents off&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Jeff was up until 6 on Wed. morning&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Day #10 of Bill's computer being ungammable. The natives are restless and there is talk of a revolution.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bob helped Joan of Arc kick the British out of Orleans in less than half an hour.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-114391421630852991?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/114391421630852991/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=114391421630852991&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/114391421630852991'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/114391421630852991'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2006/04/nov-30th-tuesday.html' title='Nov 30th, Tuesday'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-114326050354848574</id><published>2006-03-24T20:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T20:21:43.560-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quote Of The Day</title><content type='html'>"Do you need help?"&lt;br /&gt;"Yup. I dropped the remote, there's a gun on the ottoman and I need a quilt."&lt;br /&gt;-Typical night at Bob's house.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-114326050354848574?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/114326050354848574/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=114326050354848574&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/114326050354848574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/114326050354848574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2006/03/quote-of-day.html' title='Quote Of The Day'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-114281523992770410</id><published>2006-03-19T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-19T16:40:59.903-08:00</updated><title type='text'>November 29th, 1999, Monday</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Having decided to skip World Thought, Bill was sleeping in, but in a dream he was warned by Desere that he needed to go.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;He went and got 5 free points for a very easy quiz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;3 testimonies were shared and there was some good singing at a dorm meeting.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bob, finding out that Timberline is open spreads the good news. Tina and Randy want to go Saturday. Come snow, come!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Day #9 of Bill's computer being ungameable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bob is once again unable to help Joan of Arc because of another commitment&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;5 Iron Frenzy echoed in the halls, but the Pants could not be found. Bob's watch is missing too.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bill performed intricate surgery on the Sega-to-T.V. converter to no avail. He has a meeting with Armstrong tomorrow.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bill, while trying to research for Psychology falls asleep under his desk clutching his guitar. He wakes up babbling unintelligibly.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Bill fell asleep eating spaghetti ***flashback**** Bill fell asleep eating Top Ramen today ***flashback****&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;The air conditioner is still on. It's been on since early September.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-114281523992770410?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/114281523992770410/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=114281523992770410&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/114281523992770410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/114281523992770410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2006/03/november-29th-1999-monday.html' title='November 29th, 1999, Monday'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-114092631063065270</id><published>2006-03-12T19:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-12T19:03:28.920-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 28th Sunday</title><content type='html'>Arrived back from Thanksgiving break.&lt;br /&gt;Bob failed to find the sacred Nintendo at his house.&lt;br /&gt;Bill was sad.&lt;br /&gt;Bill acquired a Commodore 64 monitor to play the Nintendo that Bob couldn’t find for 10 bucks and a bag of peanut butter M&amp;amp;M’s.&lt;br /&gt;Bill did bring a Sega but the connection was wrong and Radio Shack was closed.&lt;br /&gt;Bob found out he had an underlying anger problem stemming from his sense of injustice in our society.&lt;br /&gt;Bill wanted to eat cookie dough, but Bob wasn’t in the right mindset – Bill fell asleep on the floor – again.&lt;br /&gt;Bill, having lost his Bible Lit II notebook, cried about losing all the quotes in it.&lt;br /&gt;Bob was decimated again by a girl at Worms.&lt;br /&gt;Day 8 of Bill’s computer being ungameable – the natives are becoming restless.&lt;br /&gt;Bob was unable to help Joan of Arc because the computer wouldn’t cooperate.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff distracted Bill’s conversation with Krista (on the phone) with a full moon. Deja veu? The matter was settled by a wrestling match in which Jeff was placed in a submission hold.&lt;br /&gt;Wild screaming was heard in the hall around 10:00pm.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-114092631063065270?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/114092631063065270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=114092631063065270&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/114092631063065270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/114092631063065270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2006/03/nov-28th-sunday.html' title='Nov 28th Sunday'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386153960305185323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4kKm92y9-R0/TPVm6y7UqQI/AAAAAAAADYg/p81O7YEXErw/S220/billsquare.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-114187601189576327</id><published>2006-03-08T19:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T19:46:56.116-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Quotes O' The Day</title><content type='html'>"It takes a long time to get light in Alaska because it moves slowly"&lt;br /&gt;-An anonymous person overheard in Red Robin&lt;br /&gt;"Umm...it'd be crawling up Canada's butt by now!"&lt;br /&gt;-Karen's response&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr. Derickson quote o' the day:&lt;br /&gt;"Greek is like language."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More to come......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-114187601189576327?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/114187601189576327/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=114187601189576327&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/114187601189576327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/114187601189576327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2006/03/quotes-o-day.html' title='Quotes O&apos; The Day'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-114187574554887258</id><published>2006-03-08T19:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T19:42:58.053-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Nov. 21st</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;"&gt;Jeff and Bob played like psychopaths in a hailstorm.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;"&gt;Isaiah Fischer was heard screaming, "I'm a Muslim! I'm a Muslim!" in the hall while Tyson filmed Andy and Josh killing each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-114187574554887258?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/114187574554887258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=114187574554887258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/114187574554887258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/114187574554887258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2006/03/sunday-nov-21st.html' title='Sunday Nov. 21st'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-114127137798906328</id><published>2006-03-01T19:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T19:49:37.996-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nov 20th 1:50am Saturday</title><content type='html'>Bob consumes 112% of his RDA of fat in one sandwich and a spoonful of cookiedough.&lt;br /&gt;Bob beat Bill at Worms after they had three draw games.&lt;br /&gt;Bob and Wallace were beaten at Worms by girls. Revenge is sworn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-114127137798906328?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/114127137798906328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=114127137798906328&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/114127137798906328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/114127137798906328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2006/03/nov-20th-150am-saturday.html' title='Nov 20th 1:50am Saturday'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386153960305185323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4kKm92y9-R0/TPVm6y7UqQI/AAAAAAAADYg/p81O7YEXErw/S220/billsquare.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-114092619465034959</id><published>2006-02-25T19:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-25T20:01:42.760-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Friday/Saturday Nov. 19th/20th, 1999. 12:45 am</title><content type='html'>Isaiah left Big One #2 in stall #3&lt;br /&gt;Tyson doesn't think it is human and thinks he could get a government grant to study him.&lt;br /&gt;Jeff wandered aimlessly about the hall in a towel.&lt;br /&gt;Duck was startled by the sight of Bob with a cumberbun on his bare chest.&lt;br /&gt;Bill updates his quote page (finally)&lt;br /&gt;Day #2 going to day #3 of Bill's computer being ungameable.&lt;br /&gt;A phone call was made by Andy the RA from stall #4&lt;br /&gt;Bob played guitar in nothing but a cumberbun and pants&lt;br /&gt;Bill slept through 4 classes and almost Bunco.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-114092619465034959?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/114092619465034959/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=114092619465034959&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/114092619465034959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/114092619465034959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2006/02/fridaysaturday-nov-19th20th-1999-1245.html' title='Friday/Saturday Nov. 19th/20th, 1999. 12:45 am'/><author><name>psychobob</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16893106282711736231</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://www.sikyon.com/images/warior.jpg'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-22878487.post-114067508551070336</id><published>2006-02-22T22:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-02-22T22:11:25.516-08:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Coming!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/239/726/1600/notebook.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/239/726/400/notebook.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: trebuchet ms; font-style: italic;font-size:180%;" &gt;The Adventures of Room 308 will start soon...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/22878487-114067508551070336?l=farrarlog.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/feeds/114067508551070336/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=22878487&amp;postID=114067508551070336&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/114067508551070336'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/22878487/posts/default/114067508551070336'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://farrarlog.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-coming.html' title='It&apos;s Coming!'/><author><name>Bill</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16386153960305185323</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4kKm92y9-R0/TPVm6y7UqQI/AAAAAAAADYg/p81O7YEXErw/S220/billsquare.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
