<?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-1051464282553388755</id><updated>2011-07-07T19:17:16.858-04:00</updated><category term='hell on earth'/><category term='birds'/><category term='Musings'/><title type='text'>Life of the Antichrist</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellanhearth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1051464282553388755/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellanhearth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>anhishere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06679068223585269703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>5</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051464282553388755.post-6074029762237929781</id><published>2009-07-14T19:37:00.007-04:00</published><updated>2009-07-14T19:55:30.604-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>And Abel was a keeper of sheep, but Cain was a tiller of the ground.</title><content type='html'>My right side...  and my left side...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTgI-gxXenA/Sl0Y3Kc8EgI/AAAAAAAAABI/ENed1SkSRxE/s1600-h/rightside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 377px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTgI-gxXenA/Sl0Y3Kc8EgI/AAAAAAAAABI/ENed1SkSRxE/s320/rightside.jpg" alt="RIGHT" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358466467618361858" align="top" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;          &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTgI-gxXenA/Sl0Y3eFJHBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RbgmwNOnuOw/s1600-h/leftside.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 205px; height: 380px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_rTgI-gxXenA/Sl0Y3eFJHBI/AAAAAAAAABQ/RbgmwNOnuOw/s320/leftside.jpg" alt="AND LEFT" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5358466472887262226" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...don't really look the same.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051464282553388755-6074029762237929781?l=hellanhearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellanhearth.blogspot.com/feeds/6074029762237929781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1051464282553388755&amp;postID=6074029762237929781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1051464282553388755/posts/default/6074029762237929781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1051464282553388755/posts/default/6074029762237929781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellanhearth.blogspot.com/2009/07/and-abel-was-keeper-of-sheer-but-cain.html' title='And Abel was a keeper of sheep, but Cain was a tiller of the ground.'/><author><name>anhishere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06679068223585269703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_rTgI-gxXenA/Sl0Y3Kc8EgI/AAAAAAAAABI/ENed1SkSRxE/s72-c/rightside.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051464282553388755.post-6930476185550596290</id><published>2009-01-13T20:56:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T21:12:17.917-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='birds'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>And to every beast of the earth, and to every fowl of the air, especially the fowl...</title><content type='html'>I &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;hate&lt;/span&gt; birds. I think that they are gross and I almost have an irrational fear of them, but it's more of a strong aversion to them. I cringe at the thought of touching them, I can't look at pictures of them without feeling grossed out, and the whole avian flu thing just blew it over the top. So I think I know the root of where my hatred for birds began.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The story begins in my childhood.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back then, my mother would drag my sister and me to our cousin's house in Virginia. The thirty-minute car ride to her house always seemed to take forever, and the highway that we had to take was usually backed up with traffic. Like any other highway, that one had overpasses that would cross overhead, casting its shadow quickly over any passing cars. By some kind of cruel circumstance, one such overpass was adorned by the corpse of a crow. It's feathers must have gotten caught in there somehow during construction, and it was forever doomed to hang like a dark ornament.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;During many a traffic jam, we would end up stuck. Stuck under this dark monument. This altar of misfortune. I would stare up at the bird and cringe at its helplessness; at its bleak fate. It was worse when it would rain. I could image its black particles streaming down upon our car, marking us with its rotting demise.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;After awhile, I forgot about the bird, and it is no longer there. Perhaps it was finally released, or perhaps someone decided to remove it. But it will forever be hanging there in the shadows of my mind.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So that's where I think it all began. There are plenty of other incidents involving birds, but I'll get to those later.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A quick musing. I saw a car commercial that used the song &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Hey Pretty&lt;/span&gt; by Poe. I have some mixed feelings about this because I'm glad that she is getting some more exposure, but a commercial does not really do this song any justice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, Simon Cowell just flicked off that Briana girl who sang &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Killing me Softly&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051464282553388755-6930476185550596290?l=hellanhearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellanhearth.blogspot.com/feeds/6930476185550596290/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1051464282553388755&amp;postID=6930476185550596290' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1051464282553388755/posts/default/6930476185550596290'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1051464282553388755/posts/default/6930476185550596290'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellanhearth.blogspot.com/2009/01/and-to-every-beast-of-earth-and-to.html' title='And to every beast of the earth, and to every fowl of the air, especially the fowl...'/><author><name>anhishere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06679068223585269703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051464282553388755.post-8931813261877086090</id><published>2008-08-30T23:21:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2009-01-13T20:55:42.775-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>And God made the beast of the earth after hid kind.. and everything that creepeth upon the earth after his kind.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://channel.nationalgeographic.com/series/dogtown/3684/Overview"&gt;DogTown: Saving the Michael Vick Dogs&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does anyone else think the concept of this show is absolutely fricken hilarious?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What's next?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Bathroom Stall: Therapy for Victims of &lt;a href="http://blog.washingtonpost.com/sleuth/2007/08/larry_craig_still_not_gay.html"&gt;Larry Craig&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt; or &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Last Stop: What Happened to that Kid's &lt;a href="http://www.cnn.com/2008/WORLD/americas/07/31/canada.bus/index.html"&gt;Head&lt;/a&gt;?&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051464282553388755-8931813261877086090?l=hellanhearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellanhearth.blogspot.com/feeds/8931813261877086090/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1051464282553388755&amp;postID=8931813261877086090' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1051464282553388755/posts/default/8931813261877086090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1051464282553388755/posts/default/8931813261877086090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellanhearth.blogspot.com/2008/08/dogtown-saving-michael-vick-dogs-does.html' title='And God made the beast of the earth after hid kind.. and everything that creepeth upon the earth after his kind.'/><author><name>anhishere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06679068223585269703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051464282553388755.post-1542814746361547999</id><published>2008-08-23T10:34:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T07:36:52.680-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Musings'/><title type='text'>And the evening and the morning were the sixth day</title><content type='html'>Rihanna's &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=a6zdhHLvT7k"&gt;Dusturbia&lt;/a&gt; music video looks like a zombie-workout program, especially 1:41-1:49.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051464282553388755-1542814746361547999?l=hellanhearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellanhearth.blogspot.com/feeds/1542814746361547999/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1051464282553388755&amp;postID=1542814746361547999' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1051464282553388755/posts/default/1542814746361547999'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1051464282553388755/posts/default/1542814746361547999'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellanhearth.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-evening-and-morning-were-sixth-day.html' title='And the evening and the morning were the sixth day'/><author><name>anhishere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06679068223585269703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1051464282553388755.post-270732116550800879</id><published>2008-08-23T07:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-23T04:56:58.353-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='hell on earth'/><title type='text'>And the blog was without form, and void</title><content type='html'>I'm not an insomniac, but my sleep cycles are actually extremely ideal for living in Vietnam rather than Maryland. Last night, however, I decided to fall asleep at midnight. Lo and behold, I'm stirred awake by unknown forces at 3 AM with &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_LWAmMp0Uas&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;this song&lt;/a&gt; appropriately stuck in my head. It's excruciatingly horrible, and after a few minutes, I am completely and utterly awake. So I turned on the TV and the only thing on was&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; Forces of Nature&lt;/span&gt;, that Ben Affleck movie. Hell on earth.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1051464282553388755-270732116550800879?l=hellanhearth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://hellanhearth.blogspot.com/feeds/270732116550800879/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1051464282553388755&amp;postID=270732116550800879' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1051464282553388755/posts/default/270732116550800879'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1051464282553388755/posts/default/270732116550800879'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://hellanhearth.blogspot.com/2008/08/and-blog-was-without-form-and-void.html' title='And the blog was without form, and void'/><author><name>anhishere</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06679068223585269703</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
