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<title><![CDATA[Member 11: Usain Bolt]]></title>
<link>http://machomang.wordpress.com/?p=102</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 04:50:33 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>alienbun</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Awesomeness can crawl by you and sometimes nibble on your ankle. But the preferred way to administer]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Awesomeness can crawl by you and sometimes nibble on your ankle. But the preferred way to administer awesome is via speed shot. Usain Bolt is a showman. He is tall as a moose, but gallops like a gazelle. He is kind of a Jamaican douchebag, so I guess that makes him a jerk. But this Caribbean knows how to spice up the tracks. And this bolt of lightning will electrocute all forms of suck and wuss. He will run circles around awesome and then dip it in gold and wear it around his neck. The bad news, Bolt ... you have to give up racing. The good news, Bolt ... you get to take up chasing. Our army of awesomeness needs hunters who know how to close a gap. And we're talking about the store, although that wouldn't be so bad. Usain, your <a href="http://www.yourritual.com">Ritual Shaving Kit</a> is at the finish line somewhere in Beijing. Just keep running and I'm sure you'll cross it sooner or later. On your mark, get set, Bolt!</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Sceptici vs. paranormalen: een gedachtenexpiriment]]></title>
<link>http://logates.wordpress.com/?p=155</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 21 Aug 2008 02:31:15 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>logates</dc:creator>
<guid>http://logates.wordpress.com/?p=155</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Vaste lezers van dit blog is het misschien al opgevallen dat ik soms een analyse onderbreek voor een]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Vaste lezers van dit blog is het misschien al opgevallen dat ik soms een analyse onderbreek voor een "gedachtenexpiriment". Het is een hulpmiddel dat ik vaak hanteer als ik behoefte heb aan wat meer helderheid in sommige situaties en omstandigheden. Onder een gedachtenexpiriment versta ik het volgende:</p>
<p><strong>Een overpeinzing of redenering over de meest logische gang van zaken in een gegeven situatie</strong>.</p>
<p>Het is de kunst om "de meest logische gang van zaken" te achterhalen door het verloop van de situatie onder te verdelen in kleinere stappen die op zo logisch mogelijke wijze in elkaar overvloeien. Vaak zijn er meerdere wegen mogelijk, maar de uiteindelijke conclusie blijft meestal gelijk of bijna gelijk.</p>
<p>Vandaag werd ik plotseling overvallen door een ingeving over de bizarre situatie die ontstaan is met mediums en paragnosten - hierna "paranormalen"genoemd - aan één kant en sceptici aan de andere kant; met name de sceptici die de openbaarheid zoeken (James Randi, Richard Dawkins, Penn &#38; Teller, de mensen van Stichting Skepsis en op veel kleinere schaal ook Logates met zijn irriterende artikelen). De situatie is als volgt op te sommen:</p>
<p>- sprekers en schrijvers van beide kanten "preken toch vooral voor eigen parochie"; er worden maar weinig mensen van het andere "kamp" bereikt en dat lijkt met name voor sceptici spijtig aangezien zij vaak proberen andersdenkenden te overtuigen van hun standpunten.</p>
<p>- sceptici roepen dat paranormalen hun claims moeten bewijzen onder gecontroleerde omstandigheden</p>
<p>- paranormalen antwoorden dat ze niets te bewijzen hebben: de reacties van de cliënten is afdoende</p>
<p>- beide kampen proberen mensen die nog niet beslist hebben waartoe ze behoren voor zich te winnen, de paranormalen winnen denk ik op dit moment (ook al is het geen wedstrijd...of wel?)</p>
<p>Al met al denk ik niet dat men snel tot een gemeenschappelijk gedachtegoed zal komen. Alles wijst op een patstelling maar dat is slechts schijn: de patstelling wijst namelijk op het "logische gelijk" van de sceptici. Een simpel gedachtenexpiriment leidt tot die conclusie:</p>
<p><strong>Het gedachtenexpiriment</strong></p>
<p>Paranormalen willen de sceptici doen geloven dat paranormale fenomenen overal zijn en bovenal volstrekt normaal: de zielen van overleden dierbaren zijn altijd om ons heen en ze verlangen ernaar met ons te communiceren. Bovendien zijn ze alwetend van het leven hier op aarde en kunnen vaak zelfs een blik in de toekomst werpen. Iedereen zou in staat moeten zijn die communicatie te bewerkstelligen maar blijkbaar zijn er weinig mensen die de "gave" echt hebben ontwikkeld.</p>
<p>Uit bovenstaande alinea zou je logischerwijs kunnen concluderen dat het zaak is voor de gestorven zielen de geloofwaardigheid van de paranormalen te waarborgen, immers: als de mediums niet geloofd worden kunnen ze hun boodschappen niet naar ons overbrengen.</p>
<p>En nu de sleutelvraag (gedachtenexpirimenten hebben vaak een belangrijke vraag vlak voor de conclusie): wat is de makkelijkste manier voor de zielen om die geloofwaardigheid te waarborgen?</p>
<p><strong>overtuig de meest prominente sceptici van hun ongelijk!</strong></p>
<p>Als je een gestorven ziel zou zijn die een belangrijke boodschap heeft voor een sceptisch familielid zou je hem nooit kunnen bereiken. Als slimme ziel zou je er dan werk van kunnen maken om James Randi te verrassen: je zou bijvoorbeeld een medium kunnen helpen glansrijk voor zijn test te laten slagen of je zou een willekeurig persoon het voorwerp doorgeven (in een droom?) dat Randi heeft gestopt in een kistje in zijn huis. Je zou op kleinere schaal ook een medium op Logates kunnen afsturen en hem vertellen hoeveel tegels zijn badkamervloer telt of de eerste twintig namen en telefoonnummers van de telefoonlijst in zijn mobiele telefoon of de precieze omschrijving van de bank die hij van plan is te kopen; je kan erop rekenen dat daarover geschreven zal worden en wat is overtuigender dan een "die-hard" scepticus van mening doen veranderen omtrent het paranormale? Als je Randi op die manier weet te overtuigen zal je zelfs een wereldwijde schok veroorzaken die uiteindelijk kan leiden tot de algemene acceptatie van paranormale fenomenen! Zou dat niet de wens zijn van onze overleden dierbaren?</p>
<p><em>Juist</em> omdat deze dingen nog nimmer gebeurd zijn zou je de volgende drie conclusies kunnen trekken:</p>
<p>a) de overleden zielen interesseert het allemaal niets en zijn niet van plan een kleine moeite te doen om ons allemaal te bereiken</p>
<p>b) de zielen van onze overleden dierbaren bestaan niet</p>
<p>c) de zielen van de overledenen bestaan wel maar zijn niet in staat met ons te communiceren</p>
<p>Conclusie <strong>B</strong> is de simpelste oplossing met de minste aannames (Occam's Razor*) en daarom vooralsnog de juiste. De omschreven patstelling aan het begin van dit artikel wijst dus wel degelijk op het gelijk van de sceptici. Ik vermoed dat paranormalen hun ogen én geest sluiten voor deze gedachten, maar het "probleem" dat de conclusie van dit gedachtenexpiriment voor paranormalen veroorzaakt valt moeilijk te ontkennen. Mocht dat wel zo zijn: laat het weten in een reactie, ik ben benieuwd! Ondertussen houd ik morgen mijn ogen open voor mensen die me benaderen met informatie over mijn badkamervloer...</p>
<p><strong>LOGATES</strong></p>
<p>*Voor meer informatie over Occam's Razor lees <a href="http://logates.wordpress.com/2008/05/15/de-complexiteit-van-eenvoudig-denken/">De complexiteit van eenvoud</a></p>
<p><strong><strong><strong><strong><strong><strong><a href="../index-van-alle-artikelen/"><strong>Index van alle artikelen</strong></a></strong></strong></strong></strong></strong></strong></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Raka ben / ladyshave?]]></title>
<link>http://kakafoni.wordpress.com/?p=548</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2008 21:47:43 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>kakafoni</dc:creator>
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Nå tjejer (och för jämställdheten skull&#8230; killar), hur är det nu, ärligt&#8230; slutar n]]></description>
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<p>Nå tjejer (och för jämställdheten skull... killar), hur är det nu, ärligt... slutar ni raka benen på vintern?</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Learn About the Motorola Razor V3 Phone]]></title>
<link>http://motoreviews.wordpress.com/?p=5</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2008 16:20:09 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>paddykates</dc:creator>
<guid>http://motoreviews.wordpress.com/?p=5</guid>
<description><![CDATA[These life you meet can&#8217;t intend by without a radiophone phone.  There are individual brands a]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>These life you meet can't intend by without a radiophone phone.  There are individual brands and models acquirable that do a difference of things and hit a difference of features.  The Motorola Razor V3 good is a rattling anorectic clamshell phone.  It was fashioned to be the thinnest clamshell radiophone good on the mart today.  Its original organisation combines elegance with modern technology.</p>
<p>The good is kinda panoramic but not rattling tall.  The good is prefabricated of metal and is quite sturdy.  The materials utilised in making the good were fashioned to be brawny to protect the good at peak efficiency.  It module be substantially fortified in housing of an unplanned drop.  You should ease be certain with the good because it is a example of electronic equipment and the electronics are fragile.  But the metal bomb does wage a such sturdier endorsement than exemplary impressible phones.</p>
<p>The keyboard is prefabricated of earmark and is quite diminutive and tight.  It is a contact aggrandize grouping that is a lowercase mismatched at prototypal since you do not see the keys existence pushed but erst you intend utilised to it, you module be healthy to identify discover messages a aggregation faster.  The pass is flooded colouration and rattling clear.  It includes a camera for broad partitioning represent attractive that you crapper deal with friends or download to your computer.  You crapper also check videos on the phone.  The utterer capabilities module earmark you to check your selection MPEG videos with flooded sound.</p>
<p>The Motorola Razor V3 good is a enthusiastic good for both unplanned and professed use.  It not exclusive has a panoramic clothing of multipurpose and favourable features but it also looks rattling stylish.  Whether in a holster, incurvature or briefcase, this worldly good module meet meet most everyone's purposes.  It is the eventual combining of profession and style.</p>
<p>Jerry Baker writes profession reviews and updates same acquisition most the stylish thin motorola razor phones.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Acne...not just for teens]]></title>
<link>http://glamourbuzz.wordpress.com/?p=244</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2008 14:45:55 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>elle0568</dc:creator>
<guid>http://glamourbuzz.wordpress.com/?p=244</guid>
<description><![CDATA[We all get them - as much as we hate to admit it!  So when those unsightly zits pop up&#8230;what s]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color:#339966;">We all get them - as much as we hate to admit it!  So when those unsightly zits pop up...what should we do?</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#339966;">Did you know...</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#339966;">There are many myths about what causes pimples. </span></p>
<ul>
<li><span style="color:#339966;">Stress does not cause acne</span></li>
<li><span style="color:#339966;">Eating greasy foods does not cause pimples</span></li>
<li><span style="color:#339966;">Nor does dirty skin causes pimples</span></li>
</ul>
<p><span style="color:#339966;">But studies have shown that blackheads and other acne lesions are not caused by dirt.</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><span style="color:#339966;">Use something that's good for our skin...something that is...</span></p>
<ul>
<li><span style="font-size:small;color:#026994;font-family:Arial;"><a href="http://www.marykay.com/dbelcher3/skincare/specificneeds/10011300/10011300/default.aspx"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-245" src="http://glamourbuzz.wordpress.com/files/2008/08/acne-gel.jpg?w=200" alt="" width="200" height="180" /></a>Non-comedogenic. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size:small;color:#026994;font-family:Arial;">Acne medication. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size:small;color:#026994;font-family:Arial;">100% fragrance-free. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size:small;color:#026994;font-family:Arial;">Water-based gel clinically proven to dry and clear acne blemishes and allow skin to heal. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size:small;color:#026994;font-family:Arial;">Penetrates pores to eliminate most blackheads and pimples and helps prevent new ones from forming. </span></li>
</ul>
<p><span style="font-size:small;color:#026994;font-family:Arial;"><a href="http://www.marykay.com/dbelcher3/skincare/specificneeds/10011300/10011300/default.aspx">Meet Mary Kay's Acne Gel -</a> Use it to treat acne, dry up acne pimples and prevent new acne pimples from forming!</span></p>
<ul>
<li><span style="font-size:x-small;"><br />
<span style="color:#3366ff;">Directions For Use:<br />
- clean the skin thoroughly before applying<br />
- cover the entire affected area with a thin layer 1 to 3 times daily<br />
- because too much drying of the skin may occur, start with 1 application daily, then gradually increase to 2 or 3 times daily if needed or as directed by a doctor<br />
</span></span></li>
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<title><![CDATA[Acne...not just for teens]]></title>
<link>http://glamourbuzz.wordpress.com/?p=244</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 19 Aug 2008 14:45:55 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>elle0568</dc:creator>
<guid>http://glamourbuzz.wordpress.com/?p=244</guid>
<description><![CDATA[We all get them - as much as we hate to admit it!  So when those unsightly zits pop up&#8230;what s]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color:#339966;">We all get them - as much as we hate to admit it!  So when those unsightly zits pop up...what should we do?</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#339966;">Did you know...</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#339966;">There are many myths about what causes pimples. </span></p>
<ul>
<li><span style="color:#339966;">Stress does not cause acne</span></li>
<li><span style="color:#339966;">Eating greasy foods does not cause pimples</span></li>
<li><span style="color:#339966;">Nor does dirty skin causes pimples</span></li>
</ul>
<p><span style="color:#339966;">But studies have shown that blackheads and other acne lesions are not caused by dirt.</span></p>
<p> </p>
<p><span style="color:#339966;">Use something that's good for our skin...something that is...</span></p>
<ul>
<li><span style="font-size:small;color:#026994;font-family:Arial;"><a href="http://www.marykay.com/dbelcher3/skincare/specificneeds/10011300/10011300/default.aspx"><img class="alignleft size-medium wp-image-245" src="http://glamourbuzz.wordpress.com/files/2008/08/acne-gel.jpg?w=200" alt="" width="200" height="180" /></a>Non-comedogenic. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size:small;color:#026994;font-family:Arial;">Acne medication. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size:small;color:#026994;font-family:Arial;">100% fragrance-free. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size:small;color:#026994;font-family:Arial;">Water-based gel clinically proven to dry and clear acne blemishes and allow skin to heal. </span></li>
<li><span style="font-size:small;color:#026994;font-family:Arial;">Penetrates pores to eliminate most blackheads and pimples and helps prevent new ones from forming. </span></li>
</ul>
<p><span style="font-size:small;color:#026994;font-family:Arial;"><a href="http://www.marykay.com/dbelcher3/skincare/specificneeds/10011300/10011300/default.aspx">Meet Mary Kay's Acne Gel -</a> Use it to treat acne, dry up acne pimples and prevent new acne pimples from forming!</span></p>
<ul>
<li><span style="font-size:x-small;"><br />
<span style="color:#3366ff;">Directions For Use:<br />
- clean the skin thoroughly before applying<br />
- cover the entire affected area with a thin layer 1 to 3 times daily<br />
- because too much drying of the skin may occur, start with 1 application daily, then gradually increase to 2 or 3 times daily if needed or as directed by a doctor<br />
</span></span></li>
</ul>
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<title><![CDATA[Beautiful Eyes]]></title>
<link>http://glamourbuzz.wordpress.com/?p=240</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 19:44:22 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>elle0568</dc:creator>
<guid>http://glamourbuzz.wordpress.com/?p=240</guid>
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Beautiful Eyes
Getting a beautiful eye look is simple when you know a few secrets that makeup artis]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color:#0000ff;"><a href="http://glamourbuzz.wordpress.com/files/2008/06/mineral-eye-makeup.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-144 alignleft" src="http://glamourbuzz.wordpress.com/files/2008/06/mineral-eye-makeup.jpg?w=200" alt="" width="200" height="180" /></a></span></p>
<p><span style="color:#0000ff;"><span style="color:#0000ff;"><a href="http://www.marykay.com/dbelcher3/color/eyes/default.aspx">Beautiful Eyes</a></span></span><a href="http://www.marykay.com/dbelcher3/color/eyes/default.aspx"></a></p>
<p><span style="color:#800080;">Getting a beautiful eye look is simple when you know a few secrets that makeup artists use to create a gorgeous look. To get started, consider choosing <span class="yshortcuts" style="background:none transparent scroll repeat 0 0;cursor:hand;border-bottom:#0066cc 1px dashed;">eye shadows</span> that work with your skin tone and eye color. Have fun playing with different colors to find your favorites. And then learn the application tips that best enhance your eye shape. Now, get ready to start mastering the art of makeup!</p>
<p><span style="color:#800080;"><strong>The Keys to Color</strong></span><br />
Because the tone of your skin impacts a color after application, it is important to consider skin tone as much as eye color when choosing an <span class="yshortcuts" style="cursor:hand;border-bottom:#0066cc 1px dashed;">eye shadow</span>.<br />
<a href="http://glamourbuzz.files.wordpress.com/2008/08/eyeprom_model.jpg"><img class="size-medium wp-image-241 alignright" src="http://glamourbuzz.wordpress.com/files/2008/08/eyeprom_model.jpg?w=226" alt="" width="142" height="209" /></a><br />
    Ivory complexions work well with a range of neutrals, cool purples, reddish browns and blue-greens. For a more dramatic look, deep greens and<br />
taupes or warm purples can also be used.</p>
<p>    Beige skin tones can be complemented with taupes, tawnies, greens, warm browns and deep plums. Charcoal gray, navy or <span class="yshortcuts">deep purple</span> are perfect for a<br />
striking evening look.</p>
<p>    Bronze skin tones use deep or dark browns, deep greens such as forest green or charcoal grays. Dramatic looks are best created with dark purple,<br />
dark brown or charcoal.</p>
<p>When choosing eye shadows that bring out the color of your eyes, pick shades that either complement or contrast your irises.</p>
<p>    Blue eyes radiate with warm browns, bronze, copper and other shades with similar orange undertones.</p>
<p>    Green eyes look great in purples, plums and taupes.</p>
<p>    <span class="yshortcuts" style="cursor:hand;border-bottom:#0066cc 1px dashed;">Hazel eyes</span> stand out in shades of deep greens and lavenders and shades with soft yellow undertones.</p>
<p>    Brown eyes look gorgeous in any color, especially purples, pinks, grays or blues.</p>
<p>Apply Here<br />
Once you have chosen the colors that complement your eyes, the next step to stunning eyes is proper application. Different eye shapes require different methods of application. The following step-by-step guides provide easy application instructions for six common eye shapes.</p>
<p>Standard<br />
Eyes that are set about one eye width apart might be classified as “standard,” but we think they are still fabulous. Use these interactive<br />
application tips and go from standard to stunning in the <span class="yshortcuts">blink of an eye</span>.</p>
<p>Deep-Set<br />
A more noticeable brow bone typically indicates deep-set eyes. Highlight their magnetic quality with these interactive application tips.</p>
<p>Wide-Set<br />
Open and inviting, wide-set eyes are spaced more than one eye width apart. These interactive application tips will help bring together their beauty and<br />
radiance.</p>
<p>Close-Set<br />
Close-set eyes are spaced less than one eye width apart. Their alluring quality can be best illuminated with these interactive application tips.</p>
<p>Hooded<br />
The natural crease in the eyelid is not readily seen with hooded eyes. Draw out their beauty by creating a well-defined lashline. To further enhance<br />
their sparkle, try these additional interactive application tips.</p>
<p></span><a href="http://www.marykay.com/dbelcher3/color/eyes/default.aspx"><span style="color:#800080;">Ready to find your ideal eye shadows? Click here.</span></a></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Unire l'utile al dilettevole]]></title>
<link>http://sophieboop.wordpress.com/?p=362</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 18 Aug 2008 15:13:17 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Sophieboop</dc:creator>
<guid>http://sophieboop.wordpress.com/?p=362</guid>
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Fonte: shinyshiny
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<p style="text-align:left;">Fonte: <a href="http://www.shinyshiny.tv/2008/08/shave_whilst_yo.html">shinyshiny</a></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Razor MX500 Dirt Rocket Electric Motocross Bike]]></title>
<link>http://cheapkidstoys.wordpress.com/?p=57</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2008 14:10:48 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>kwellsjohn</dc:creator>
<guid>http://cheapkidstoys.wordpress.com/?p=57</guid>
<description><![CDATA[The Razor Dirt Rocket MX500 high performance electric motocross bike. Scaled down dirt bike design c]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://astore.amazon.com/cheapkidstoys-20/detail/B000B2XR5W/002-4289179-9830465"><img class="alignleft" src="http://ecx.images-amazon.com/images/I/51Y66AP08VL._SL210_.jpg" alt="" width="210" height="210" /></a>The Razor Dirt Rocket MX500 high performance electric motocross bike. Scaled down dirt bike design carries riders up to 175 lbs. Geared for dirt with large 16" and 14" knobby tires for maximum power transfer. Dual suspension and riser handlebars for a smooth and comfortable ride. Can travel up to 10 miles on a single charge. Authentic dirt bike frame geometry. At sppeds up to 17 mph, the MX500 leaves similiar bikes in its dust. Variable speed, chain driven motor for super quiet yet powerful operation</p>
<h2>Customer Reviews</h2>
<p><span class="reviewtitle"><strong>THE TOY OF MY SUMMER</strong> <img class="custReviewStars" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/G/01/associates/network/star50_tpng.png" alt="5" width="56" height="11" /></span><br />
I am a 10 year old boy who just got a 500 BMX. It fantastic! All of the parts were there, and it was half built for you. Its amazing! When you twist the gas throttle it goes flying across the ground.It has a kick stand and has wonderful colors. It can also go over any terrain! It is even equiped with a number plate. It is really alot of fun!!!!</p>
<p><span class="reviewtitle"><strong>Great Bike</strong> <img class="custReviewStars" src="http://images.amazon.com/images/G/01/associates/network/star50_tpng.png" alt="5" width="56" height="11" /></span><br />
We've had this bike for three years now. I bought it for my son to ride around the grassy hills in our yard. It has enough power to take my 10 year old son off road and up hill. The battery has not caused us any headaches (unlike with the Schwinn electric scooter or the Chinese-made mini ATV). I can see my son using this bike for many years to come.</p>
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<link>http://dogsounds.wordpress.com/?p=323</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2008 16:29:57 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>mart</dc:creator>
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><span style="color:#ff9900;">I'm really struggling to figure out if this is for real or not...</span></p>
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<p><span style="color:#ff9900;">It's a GoateeSaver, believe it or not...  Apparently you clamp the contraption in your mouth while you're shaving (or maybe on Halloween, or at "special" parties, I'd imagine), and it guides your dangerous man-razor safely away from your meticulously-cultured chinwear.</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#ff9900;">Half of me thinks it's really dumb, but the half of me that used to have a somewhat variable-width goatee wishes I used to have one.... and the other half <span style="color:#993300;"><em>(hey, I'm a complex guy!)</em></span> wonders if it really does make you sound like Darth Vader in the shower...</span></p>
<p><span style="color:#808080;"><em>Caution - clicking on the photo-link leads to extremely-creepy-voice-over-land. you have been warned</em>.</span></p>
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<pubDate>Fri, 08 Aug 2008 00:03:45 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>wordsplay</dc:creator>
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<title><![CDATA[It’s not enough to just live. You have to have something to live for.]]></title>
<link>http://agoldenworld.wordpress.com/?p=1048</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 06 Aug 2008 06:11:09 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Jeff</dc:creator>
<guid>http://agoldenworld.wordpress.com/?p=1048</guid>
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<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Paraphrased from the <a href="http://en.battlestarwiki.org/wiki/William_Adama" target="_blank">Old Man</a>, but still doesn't lose any of it's punch.  Thus is the crisis of the individualist.  Not having a fictional or otherwise 'higher power' or 'superior being' imposed upon my sense of self, right and wrong, and purpose in this world, I am forced to find that 'something to live for' within my own being.</p>
<p>And the downfall is that when shit hits the proverbial fan, there is no sacred text, no omnipotent father (or mother) figure to turn to, whom will provide comfort, healing, or direction.  Nothing for me exists but a cold, harsh reality.  And when the compass is lost or broken, it is up to me, and ONLY ME to re-associate with my reason to live, that which gives me purpose.  And sometimes it takes a fucking long time.</p>
<p>In my case, a time period that is quite nearing one year now.  To wit, I took a day job to ensure ends are met.  After a dismal 2006 film season for me, I came to a cold economic reality.  I needed something more stable in the short term to make ends meet.  Hence the day job.  Sad thing is that it only kept me barely economically afloat to now.  And for nearly nine months, I've been ranting, bitching, moaning, and searching for at least something better paying.  Then it hit me.  Most of the film electricians are also licensed electricians.  And the only feasable fix (as I don't have $9000 plus living expenses to go back to school for four months full time) is to apprentice at BC Hydro.  And I can make significantly more training there than I do right now being a bitch in a five ton.</p>
<p>As such, I have the waiting game.  Day one was today, with no word as of yet.  But that's not the only thing pressing on the soul.  In the last fourteen days, I was in an accident in the truck (though not my fault thankfully) in which someone tried to pass me on the right while I was mid turn going right.  What a twat.  I had to change my spark plugs (to which I broke one and had to buy two more) and realized still more of my mechanics tools had been pilfered while staying at a shared residence a few years back.  So more money spent there.  I dropped my mobile in the loo.  The list goes on.  I really started to get the feeling that someone out there doesn't want me to get on with this.  And not the brain dead gits that I work for either.</p>
<p>It is very easy for me to see there is no hope.  Aside from Dawn, Tara, and Adina, there's not much else out here for me, short of figurative slave labour.  In the current state, I pretty much exist to drive the wheels of commerce for someone else, a quite nauseating notion for the individual.  A definite contrast to the philosophy I grew up with, having a sense of enjoyment of life.  Not much aside from the aforementioned as a positive.  I deserve more than this.</p>
<p>So what still brings enjoyment?  In the winter, anticipation of skiing and the new season of <i>Battlestar Galactica</i> kept hope alive.  Now, I think I'm the only person that is wishing the torrential Vancouver winter's hasty return.  Not that I enjoy the rain, but it will bring both which are missing back into the fold.  The reminder of why I'm in this 'Brave New World' to begin with.  To foster the individual.  Once the good of the self is taken care of, the good of others will be that much easier to ascertain.</p>
<p>Giving up is NOT an option.  Somewhere, within my troubled soul, I must find hope.  Hope that this next step I've chosen will come to fruition.  Hope that my ability will come to practical fold.  Hope that I will finally rise above mediocrity.</p>
<blockquote><p>"You're born, you live and you die. There are no do-overs, no second chances to make things right if you frak 'em up the first time. Not in this life anyway. Like I said, you make your choices and you live with them. And in end you are those choices." --Kendra Shaw</p></blockquote>
<p>Interdum vos ut volvo ferrus six</p>
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<link>http://glamourbuzz.wordpress.com/?p=216</link>
<pubDate>Mon, 04 Aug 2008 14:09:55 +0000</pubDate>
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<description><![CDATA[Click Here To Turn Back The Clock

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<title><![CDATA[Choppity Chop Chop]]></title>
<link>http://beckbeck.wordpress.com/?p=395</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2008 02:27:28 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>beckbeck</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[It&#8217;s been requested that I blog about my recent hair removal treatment, AKA major hair cut!  ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>It's been requested that I blog about my recent hair removal treatment, AKA major hair cut!  I have had long hair for a few years now and was tired of it.  So, I made an appointment with my kids hairstylist, Sandy.  When I told her what I wanted she didn't want to do it!  It was a lot of hair to take off.  She grabbed it into a ponytail, took a razor and hacked away.  When she threw the hair on the floor, it looked like a hamster.  LOL  Anyhow, here is the end result.  My completely razored do.  Sorry the pic is so blurry.  It's hard to take a pic of myself in the mirror!</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Razor Story]]></title>
<link>http://tangentdreams.wordpress.com/?p=4</link>
<pubDate>Sat, 02 Aug 2008 02:06:58 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>tangentdreams</dc:creator>
<guid>http://tangentdreams.wordpress.com/?p=4</guid>
<description><![CDATA[This is something I have been working on since last year, and am still working on now. (That means w]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<div>This is something I have been working on since last year, and am still working on now. (That means writing it at a rate of roughly one chapter ever 5 months, literally, I'm lazy)</div>
<div>Take a look, it's actually quite interesting.</p>
<p>See if you like it, and tell me what you think. Leave a comment, even if you don't finish reading it, that's fine. But if you think it is too long, then I suggest you skip chapter one, it is totally not connected to the storyline, just a prologue.</p>
<p>Also if you have stumbleupon, and you liked it, give me a thumbs up on the stumbleupon ratings toolbar!</p></div>
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<h1><span style="font-size:x-small;font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:x-large;">The Adventures of Razor<a href="http://tangentdreams.wordpress.com/2008/08/02/razor-story/#foot"><sup><span style="font-size:xx-small;">*</span></sup></a></span></span></h1>
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<p><span style="font-size:x-small;font-family:Verdana;"><strong>Chapter Listing:</strong><strong></strong></span></p>
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<li><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-size:x-small;font-family:Verdana;"><a href="http://tangentdreams.wordpress.com/2008/08/02/razor-story/#1">Intuitive Aptitude</a></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-size:x-small;font-family:Verdana;"> <a href="/#2">Razor in Life</a></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-size:x-small;font-family:Verdana;"> <a href="http://tangentdreams.wordpress.com/2008/08/02/razor-story/#3">Eat My Nightmares!</a></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-size:x-small;font-family:Verdana;"> <a href="http://tangentdreams.wordpress.com/2008/08/02/razor-story/#4">Razor at Dawn</a></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-size:x-small;font-family:Verdana;"> <a href="http://tangentdreams.wordpress.com/2008/08/02/razor-story/#5">Razor at Night</a></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-size:x-small;font-family:Verdana;"> <a href="http://tangentdreams.wordpress.com/2008/08/02/razor-story/#6"> Razor's Heel</a></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-size:x-small;font-family:Verdana;"> <a href="http://tangentdreams.wordpress.com/2008/08/02/razor-story/#7"> Razor in Death</a></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-size:x-small;font-family:Verdana;"><a href="http://tangentdreams.wordpress.com/2008/08/02/razor-story/#8">Razor to the End Prelude</a></span></span></li>
<li><span style="font-size:small;"><span style="font-size:x-small;font-family:Verdana;"><a href="http://tangentdreams.wordpress.com/2008/08/02/razor-story/#8.5">Razor to the End Proper</a>
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<h2><span style="font-size:x-small;font-family:Verdana;"><span style="font-size:x-large;"><span style="font-size:medium;">Razor 2: Razor in Life</span> </span></span></h2>
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<p>I stood, rooted to one spot for what seemed to be seven eternities, while the faint shapes of bustling people rushed all around me. Though people may move, everyone to my posterior remained stagnant and unchanging. A clump of people stood as one, in a disordered entropic “line”. With each passing moment, yet another person would move up from beside the line and juxtapose him/herself into the mass of people to my immediate front. Over and over, more and more squeezed through. The line reached equilibrium, where the speed at which people expelled from the front equaled the rate at which people entered from the middle. The back remained at the same position…</p>
<p>Another infinite amount of time progressed… Veins begin pumping visibly in my forehead, while a minor muscle spasm began to cause intermittent twitching in my cheekbone muscles. Still I waited, thoughts began popping into my head, a voice screamed for me to act. Still I bid my time. The veins began a grand symphony of synchronized systematic beating… This is… it… I… have…. had it…. Thud thud thud thud thud thud *twitch*. I scowled as yet another guy walked in front of me.</p>
<p>A second later, a muffled thud sounded. A body could be seen on the ground undergoing an episode of epileptic seizures. I retracted my fist and place it back into my pocket to walk away from the eternally stagnant line.</p>
<p>“Weren’t you going to buy lunch?” A round faced teenager inquired of me.</p>
<p>“Oh but of course” A hollow yet eerily resonant sound came from the depths of my vocal cavity. I grinned and sat down. After staring at the ceiling for a few moments I started mumbling and musing to myself. This was met with confusion, and the same quizzical individual now had another question.</p>
<p>“Wha–”</p>
<p>“Oh wouldn’t it be a shame if… something… were to completely decimate the cafeteria?” I commented in the same cold void voice, “hmm what if something… oh I don’t know… a thunderstorm… were to crash in and thoroughly annihilate all that which is symbolic of this demonic excuse for a lunch service? Oh how wonderful would it be if accurately controlled… sparks were to be projected through some form of medium… and specifically target individual neuron’s and interrupt the synaptic processes. Oh how interesting if these meticulously engineered energy waves were so precisely controlled that they would manipulate a person’s brainwave in such a manner as to incapacitate him/her and render him/her completely under the control of some outside force… Too bad today is a perfect day… A sunny day… A thunderstorm would be so unlikely… hehheh” My face was now completely devoid of emotions.</p>
<p>“Jason… are you…” Aaron stopped in mid sentence. Jason is nowhere to be seen…</p>
<p>“Die…” I uttered with a chilling smile. My eyes now glowed with a beaming blue flame as I levitated towards a particularly corpulent individual shoving his way into the crowd of people at the lunch lines. The chubby person sensed me and briskly turned around. He eyed me suspiciously and threw a punch right into my face. In that split instant time seemed to distort itself as I apparently entered a gravitational singularity. Slower and slower approached a monumental boulder hurled itself towards my centralized nervous system. With each passing instant, the threat of impact loomed closer, the threat of injury, of hurt, of destruction… of humiliation…..</p>
<p>The blow missed, he overstepped himself and lunged forward onto his underside. I floated back into the position where I used to be standing, the position which would have rendered me as a direct target of my assailant’s attack.</p>
<p>“Word of advice… Do not try to attack someone who can levitate… and especially don’t try to fight someone with <em>flames </em>coming out of his eyes…” The pitch-less toneless emptiness of my voice reverberated throughout the room. The sky began to darken, clouds slowly gathered above the Lynbrook campus, and a few stray lightning sparks flashed across the atmosphere. My hand began glowing a bright red, intensifying in hue every second. I started to float towards my downed assaulter. I raised my left hand, and instantly invisible forces lifted the person into the air. I flickered my hand; bright yellow sparks danced around his scalp, penetrating deep into the interior of his cranial cavity.</p>
<p>“So… Mr. Bobby…”</p>
<p>“How in the world do you know my name…”</p>
<p>“Oh I know a lot of things about you… Like exactly what you fear the most” I flicked my left hand again. The yellow sparks suddenly turned to be green in color.</p>
<p>The room darkened… Bobby struggled to find his way when suddenly a hooded figure ignited a match stick.</p>
<p>“Welcome to the year 1995, Bobby… You are at the stadium…”</p>
<p>…<span style="font-size:x-small;">…</span></p>
<p>I watched as Bobby struggled on the ground of the Lynbrook cafeteria. Thick sweat beads dripped down his face as he broke out into an earsplitting scream… I winced…</p>
<p>“Guess, I’ll have to be cutting off his sweet dreams a bit earlier than expected…” I swayed my right hand, and the glowing red sparks arched towards him at light speed, penetrating into the deep confines of his body. Upon impact, all skin, then flesh, then bone vaporized in quick succession, disintegrated and reduced to a pile of smothering ashes…</p>
<p>“Quite an appetizer, now for the entrée…” I smiled. The storm was reaching an apex now… “Too bad I wouldn’t be here to enjoy this; I’ve got work to do”.</p>
<p>In an electrical flash I disappeared. At that exact moment, a bright amalgam of power and light, burning with the intensity of a trillion suns, produced a deafening roar. It paused for a moment in midair, and then soared towards the ground, in an azure streak. In a brief flash, an entire building was gone….</p>
<p>It is now day time again…. I was seen picking flowers in a green field… “Flowers”…</p>
<p>“Flowers…” A cold grin…</p>
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<h2><span><span><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;"><a name="3"></a></span></span></span></span></h2>
<h2 style="text-align:left;"><span style="font-size:medium;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">Razor 3: Eat My Nightmares!</span></span></h2>
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<p>Show me your memories and all your dreams<br />
Show me your thoughts and your mental themes<br />
Show me your passions, your desires, and fears<br />
Show me your phobias through painful tears<br />
Hide through the bushes and cover your tracks<br />
I control your mind, thoughts, and conscious acts<br />
I will hide in the shadows feasting on pain<br />
Follow these visions to the frightful train<br />
Taste my nightmares, my illusions, my wrath<br />
Contend blindly and subject to my path<br />
You were given a choice: an honorable road<br />
Yet you chose to refuse to burden that load<br />
I shall unleash my powers, and we’re forever bind<br />
You’ll be eternally trapped in your very own mind<br />
Show me your nightmares, and show me your dreams<br />
Show me your thoughts and your mental themes…<br />
Show me your passions, your desires, and fears<br />
Show me your phobias through painful tears<br />
Show me your nightmares, and show me your dreams<br />
Show me your nightmares, and show me your dreams…</p>
<h2 style="text-align:left;"><span style="font-size:medium;font-family:Verdana;">Razor 4: Razor at Dawn</span></h2>
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<p style="text-align:left;">Six Months Ago</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">A crowd gathered around him: a mass of faceless, nameless, expressionless people. He stumbled back to his feet and looked around at the audience amassed around him. He raised his hand. They grabbed him…</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">At that exact instant; a region of the air surrounding this incident has begun to shimmer. Suddenly a form emerged out of nothingness; a body appeared before everyone’s eyes.</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">“Remember me?” After pausing a moment, the mysterious being elevated his right arm, and a burst of bright azure light exploded from his hand. Arcing and splitting, the bolt of electricity targeted each member of the facially void posse simultaneous. Instantly, every single one of the previously menacing figures was thrown into the air with the force of the blast. Upon hitting the ground each one was immediately knocked unconscious.</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">“Jason?  Uh, Razor?” The rescued individual tried locating the person, but he apparently wasn’t in the vicinity anymore.</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">I walked with a brisk pace, heading straight towards my destination. Though I was relatively goal oriented in my transportation, I still had paid some attention to insurmountable beauty of the cool fresh autumn day. All around me vibrant hues decorated the light blue atmospheric tint of the surroundings; crimson leaves drifting in the wind twirled behind me in a trail of chattering golden waves. As I observed this beauty, I noted the irony in the situation. Though I may witness and admire a fine example of aesthetic perfection, I was unnoticed. Indeed, I was invisible, a minuscule, insignificant, and vastly inconspicuous speck floating ahead in a world inundated with meaning and teeming with value.</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">Yet I was not without connection to this world. I was going to effect great changes… (Don’t you love using obscure usages of commonly confused words? No, it isn’t supposed to be “affected”) Great is such a subjective word isn’t it?</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">I was standing on the top story of an abandoned tower, watching a spectacular scene. I was standing in a blue cloak, though no one can see me. I was standing alone, by a pillar. I was… Suddenly, people began walking towards me; looking through me. I stepped to my right side, and watched the proceeding events. Slowly, the group surrounded a defenseless victim…</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">There was an ominous overtone to the entire processions, yet I simply stood in silence, biding my time. Eventually, I’ll strike… Eventually… I did. I vibrated my molecules back into the visible portion of the electromagnetic spectrum and extended my right forelimb.</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">An iconic blue burst of lightning shot out of my palm and incinerated the approaching menace. And, just as sudden as I have appeared, I was gone again…</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">“Jason?  Uh, Razor?” The rescued individual vainly attempted to locate his ephemeral savior, but to ocular senses of all humans, I no longer existed. But to me, I was home.</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">My mission was successful; I have discovered a hidden talent. I floated towards a mirror on my nightstand and began practicing my newfound ability. As I flickered in and out of visibility, I began musing at this revelation. Apparently, not only do I control lightning, I comprehensively have control of all aspects of electricity in general. By vibrating every single electron within my body at a certain frequency, I can appear completely invisible to the unaided eye. This is an interesting thought… Could there be even more to this?</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">I closed my eyes, and focused my energy again. Suddenly the room turned pitch black, and a tremendous surge of electrical power heaved forth from every inch of my corporeal being. An intense pain penetrated into the deep interiors of my cranium. This was a unique sensation, as if a million critters and insects were simultaneously shouting at me…</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">I opened my eyes again, and noticed that the charges appearing around me were no longer the emblematic blue beams, but they instead were dancing yellow sparks, filling every part of the room. A subconscious urge filled me. I need power, I need control, I <em>have </em>power, and I <em>have </em>control…</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">“DIE!” Without a conscious effort, my mind instantly focused all its resources onto this thought, and with this, every yellow spark turned bright green in color. A million insects sprouted from every nook and cranny in my room and blasted straight towards the window. Thud… Thud… One by one, they suffered massive cranial trauma, and committed suicide at my command…</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">“whoa… This could be useful…”</p>
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<h2 style="text-align:left;"><strong><span style="font-size:medium;font-family:Verdana;">Razor 5: Razor at Night</span></strong></h2>
<p>Present Day</p>
<p>A dim face watches a towering conflagration from the distance, memories instantly poured into his mind. All the time he’s been there, all the days he spent there… It was all gone now.</p>
<p>———————</p>
<p>A monumental feeling of regret swept over me, I had destroyed it all. All that I’ve ever loved and admired was gone now, and for what? Justice? Vengeance? Ha, what perfect causes to establish martyrdom. Ha the foolishness. Yet the past is the past now, and I can only move forward… and carry on my life, for there’s much more to live for. Perhaps I’ll survey the site of the destruction, perhaps…</p>
<p>And so I have decided to. I’m now making my way through the moonlit roads to that smoldering mess that was once a cafeteria. Deep rooted sentiments intermittently popped up and interjected with my stream of conscious thoughts. It wasn’t so much the shabby architecture that I miss, but rather what was in it. All that I’ve ever lived for has perished in that blast. All who I’ve ever cared about were killed by that stroke of lightning. Oh that magnificent display of power, of power that kills and rips apart the very essences that binds our souls.</p>
<p>I walk along these nameless remains hoping beyond the clearest indication not to. I hoped to find hope, I dreamed to find my lost dreams. I survey the surroundings, and search the environment, but there was nothing. Nay, there is nothing; there were things, plenty of things, but no longer.</p>
<p>I’m distraught and ashamed yet against my better judgment I press on, to search for that last bit of my life. I blast apart a charred corpse with a bolt of electricity. I can control my powers with ease, but what good are abilities if there’s nothing left to live for, I’d surely like to find out. And so I will. Descending into a trance-like dream, I begin roaming about utilizing all aspects of my gift. Sparks upon sparks of brilliant azure light showered the ground, fires erupted at every alcove, and explosions glittered above me in a surreal celebration. This is the funeral of my life.</p>
<p>From the light of the explosion I could see a faint glistening in the distance. An almost incredulous sensation found me, and anchored me to the spot. I stood, fixated to my location, staring on in disbelief. I found them!</p>
<p>I instantly rushed over and helped a young girl to her feet. She was staggeringly beautiful, yet not in a conventional outlandish manner. Her mental attributes perfectly supplemented her physical charms in an enchanting form. She is alive! Estusia is alive!</p>
<p>“Of course I’m alive, and how are you miiiiiiister Razor?” She smiled at me, looking flawless and evidently unharmed by the explosion.</p>
<p>In a momentary emotional outburst, I had left my sentiments unchecked. My thoughts flowed out from my mind and seeped into the surrounding intelligences. But strikingly, I didn’t care. My mind did, but my emotions didn’t. My thoughts continued to erupt from the confines of my cranium, growing in intensity with every passing seconds. This is bad…</p>
<p>Louder and louder they rushed, grimier and grimier they turned; my happiness shifted to sorrow, which gave way to hatred and vile sadism. Louder and louder they screamed and I can no longer contain myself nor my thoughts. It is taking all my energy not to utter that one dreadful word. That one dreadful command. I must press on, surely this shall pass. SURELY THIS SHALL PASS. <em>Surely this shall… AHHH</em> Dark and grim, evil and vile, disease and …. I mustn’t think, I mustn’t <em>be </em>any longer. Yet I cannot control myself, I do not care any longer. I will think that thought, soon. I can’t stop it, I will utter that thought… “Death” and that command “die”… I can’t keep myself from it, I can’t throw away my obsession. “DIE” “DIE” “DIE” <em>die</em>……</p>
<p>It has happened. In an instant, a million green sparks exploded from my fingertips. A million people in a million towns, all followed that simple command. They died. I was healed. I can think again. I am alive again.</p>
<p>Yet am I really alive, I have just killed the one last shred of life I had within me. After all that, she is dead again.</p>
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<div style="text-align:left;"><strong><span style="font-size:medium;font-family:Verdana;">Razor 6: Razor's Heel</span></strong></div>
<div style="text-align:left;">Six Months Ago</p>
<p>The door suddenly creaks open, and four individuals in formal attire walked into my room. I had expected them for a long time now. I ushered them to sit down in four chairs positioned around a medium sized coffee table.</p>
<p>“Mr. Razor, you wanted to see us?” The tallest of the four men addresses me.</p>
<p>“Gentlemen, I have an offer for you, that you… won’t be able to refuse” I smiled and brought out a slightly glowing box.</p>
<p>“Mr. Razor, we’ve gone over this before, live in the real world please… The market is a hostile place and you’re only wasting your own precious time with your foolishness. Why don’t you go invest in crude oil instead?” The same man who spoke earlier rejected my offer, and pushed my box away. The object gently glides on the table and smoothly flows towards me. I stop its motion with my hand and stands up.</p>
<p>“I’d think you’ll soon change your minds.” I smiled and turned away from them. Suddenly luminance of the entire room dropped down a few notches. As the house descended into eerie darkness, the interior of my mind brightened up in a metaphoric shine. That same peculiar feeling of power and control flooded me again; I feel as if I can do anything, as if I can control anyone. Moving images of foreign events inundated my vision, and all around me screamed voices of rejection. Yet these scenes and sounds were not physical, I was taking a glimpse into the consciousness of those around me.</p>
<p><em>Accept my proposal</em>… Just as I commanded a million flies to their deaths just a few minutes earlier, I am now going to command these individuals to heed to my demands. Yet no acquiescence occurred. I focus my mind again, in deeper concentration, and uttered those thoughts as clearly as possible. <em>ACCEPT MY PROPOSAL!<br />
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Once again, an indiscriminate quantity of piercing green waves blasted from my finger tips and raced right towards the exposed craniums of my visitors. The command was out. Yet “accept my proposal” is not what remains rebounding in my head.</p>
<p>The once vivid imageries of memories and dreams faded away, all to be replaced by dark visualizations of the gloomiest of human concepts. <em>Disease, war, greed, anger…</em></p>
<p>One word continuously reverberates within the confines of my cerebrum: “die”… I can’t help it, I can’t stop it… <em>die</em></p>
<p>Obediently, four men in suit and ties simultaneously stood up, leaned forwards, clutched their hearts, and collapsed onto the floor. I <strong>have </strong>killed them…</p>
<p>A Week Ago</p>
<p>A fly lands on my shoulder and I swat at it. Sensing my actions, and its imminent doom, the fly quickly and deftly launched itself back into flight. I grab a fly swatter and begin to chase the creature around my room,  in the process knocking over numerous objects positioned at intermittent locations around my dwelling. Thinking that this isn’t very efficient, I decided instead to utilize drastic measures.</p>
<p>The fly lands on top of a brand new 35 inch LCD television set, and without thinking I instantly blasted forth a deadly beam of electricity. In a tremendous blast of pure energy painfully supplemented by a cacophony of audible pollution, the entire LCD display lights up from the inside, and imploded. Smoke and dust and an oppressive odor quickly effused to every last cubic nanometer of the room.</p>
<p>“Kinda overkill…” I muse to myself while staring at the remains of a 4000 dollar TV. Ok well, technically $3999.99, but there’s sales tax. There’s always sales tax. Nothing in life is certain but death and ta… At this moment, an unscathed fly nimbly maneuvers out of the smoke and lands again upon my shoulder. Anger stiffens my body.</p>
<p>I turn around to look at the fly, but by now a new emotion overwhelmed me. I resumed a calm composition and began speaking in a fluid cold voice that could freeze the sun. “So my little friend, you don’t like to die do you? Well, very well, let’s play a game… “</p>
<p>With acute dexterity, I pilot my palm towards the fly at hypersonic speeds. Grabbing the creature, I place him in front of me at eye level. I stare deep into the thousand lenses that make up a horsefly’s ocular preceptor, and begin to communicate… To think… Glaring intently I form a clear and concise thought, and begin to project it away from the core of my consciousness. <em>Drink! </em>The thought reverberates with resounding resonance.</p>
<p>Green sparks littered the vicinity of the fly, forming an enchanting aura. The insect shakes its wings, flies up, and dashes away at the nearest source of water. It will keep drinking, until it becomes physically impossible for it consume any more water. The fly is dead. I have <strong>not </strong>killed it…</p>
<p>Present Day</p>
<p>The door opens, a police officer walks in looking for a man named Jason who also goes by the name of Razor. I run. I hide. I no longer exist. At least not to the naked eye…</p></div>
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<p>Razor 7: Razor in Death</p>
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<div style="text-align:left;">A Week Ago</p>
<p>“Dr. Teng Take these files to Mr. Gried”</p>
<p>“No, I don’t take orders from you anymore, I quit” A medium height man in his 20s, wearing a white lab coat stormed off into a bright speck in the distance. As he walked, his long mane of black hair flipped in the wind generated from his locomotion. As he approached the speck, the object grew brighter and brighter, eventually overwhelming the entire surroundings. He reached this source of brilliant light, and walked through; for a moment he disappeared into the light, then came a bright flash of blue with more luminance than the sparkling object.</p>
<p>The man came back into the room, and smiled at his boss. Instantly, the 40 something woman collapsed onto the ground. He turned around and faced the door; a bright flash of blue light dashed forth from his hand. Shooting forward at a hundred million meters per second, the beam of azure light took mere moment to arrive at its destination, hitting a collapsed figure straight on.</p>
<p><em>DEATH</em></p>
<p>I woke up with a stinging sensation in my brain and got dressed. Looking around my room, I discover that there accumulated an awful a lot of dead bugs… I disregarded the fact, and walked to the living room, with the images of my dream still pounding intensely in my mind.</p>
<p>Current Day</p>
<p>They are catching up to me, sooner or later something is going to go bad. I must go into hiding, yet I am razor. I AM RAZOR. I mustn’t “hide”.</p>
<p>I glance around my room to determine which items are of necessity to my escape, and deciding that none are particularly fitting, I walk towards the front door. As I make my way ahead, a tumultuous storm beings brewing up and darkens my surroundings. A lone police officer stands bewildered at the doorway shifting his weight around between two stocky legs. I raise my hand, and a bright red burst of light illuminates the entire room. The light hits the officer square on the chest and knocks him off his feet. I chuckle as I gently float past him.</p>
<p>A few minutes later, the cop wakes back up and resumes his previous look of confusion. He scratches his head and leaves the house. I stand on the sidewalk and observe the officer drive back to the station in his blue police sedan. I am completely invisible to him. The sky is now a gloomy dark hue and storm clouds have shrouded all traces of the sun. In the distance the resounding echoes of a lone stroke of lightning reverberates into my audio cavities. I look around and locate the source of this sound.</p>
<p>A van approaches from the horizon and hogs up all four lanes of the road as it swerves dangerously. Instead of backing away, I simply produce a flicking motion with my first two fingers of my right hand. A black stream of energy, barely visible in the dark environment, escapes my fingertips and makes its way directly towards the vehicle. Upon impact, the burst of light wound itself entirely around every inch of the car, and faded away. I flick my fingers and the car instantly lifts off the ground and lands in front of me with a deafening roar. The door opens.</p>
<p>I climb into the passenger’s seat and stare at the car’s driver. The pitch darkness of the surrounds permeates deep into his consciousness as I close my eyes. Unheard by any passerby, an eerie reverberating and almost demonic speech echoes into his mind; panic grips him. A cold hollow voice instructs him to escape some foreboding danger, and he flees.</p>
<p>I smile and slide across to the driver’s side; I turn the key to reignite the engine, and set off into a speck of light juxtaposed against this sea of darkness. Many miles away, observers would notice a glistening vehicle speeding out of a ominous storm cloud, which shrouded the horizon.</p>
<p>—————-</p>
<p>Estusia picks up her cell phone.</p>
<p>“…J-j-jason??”</p>
<p>“Call me Razor…”</p>
<p>“Where are you?”</p>
<p>“Right behind you”</p>
<p>She turns around to discover a a slight shimmering in the vicinity, which eventually condensed into the shape of a person. I smile.</p>
<p>“You can hang up the phone now”</p>
<p>“You don’t even have a phone with you, how did you call me?”</p>
<p>“The powers of the mind are quite amazing aren’t they?” I glance into the sky and a dozen clouds instantly form into the shape of a fortress with an eye shaped insignia branded on its walls.</p>
<p>Estusia becomes silent and watches the movement of a few clouds, which have created the illusion of a flag wavering in the wind. Flap flap flap… and then it become motionless. In a second the entire picture disintegrated into oblivion, and the sky lost all remnants of extraordinary incidents. She turns around again. I was gone.</p>
<p>Estusia stands by a bus stop on a rainy day. It’s been more than an hour since the last bus arrived, and the new shuttle is due to be here at any time now. She stands patiently, staring off into some distant point in the horizon. I stand patiently, staring off into some distant point in the past…</p>
<p>The bus arrives, and she steps on. The door closes, and the vehicle begin to move slowly. I walk alongside it, completely unobservable by any human.</p>
<p>An hour later, the bus is nearing its last stop of the day. There are only two people on the bus now, Estusia and a young man dressed in a lab coat. The bus stops, and the driver gets off his seat. The door does not open.</p>
<p>I peer into the window, brewing suspicion. The car is silent, Estusia is nowhere to be seen. I gaze around briefly and rush to the door. Pulling it open with all my force, I snap the doors straight from their frames; I dash in and search the vehicle. Estusia was gone, there are only two cardboard cut outs on the bus: one with the likeness of the young doctor, and one with estusia’s face plastered on it. I was tricked…</p>
<p>From a distance, one could visibly perceive a bright blue explosion in somewhere in the center of the metropolis, which creates a beautiful glitter between the dark buildings that jut into the skyline. The azure flash reaches a zenith and suddenly tapers off.</p>
<p>I walk away from the ruined bus, and slowly turn invisible once again.</p>
<p>A week later</p>
<p>Estusia rises in opposition.</p>
<p>“This is outrage, I have every right be here! I have every right to live here!”</p>
<p>“No, Miss Cerecon. We have reason to believe that you harbor a rare genetic mutation that could threaten the entire–”</p>
<p>“Oh, please, Dr. Teng! You mean the ‘cryo-synthesis’     disease… This is ridiculous, I heard the news, all that’s ever been broadcasted since the discovery of that mysterious box was apocalyptic NONSENSE. The public may be molded by your vile propaganda, but at least I realize the pathetic nature of your actions for what they truly are!”</p>
<p>“Oh wouldn’t you be at least somewhat concerned? The outbreak of this disease could effectively wipe out millions” The doctor dressed in pale white lab coat moves ominously closer to her.</p>
<p>“THEN LET IT! I have no reason to be concerned, if truly this mutation is all you’ve sold it out to be, I would have been dead roughly 7 weeks ago. But at that time I was–” She pauses, and stares at window. She was standing next to an immense dining table in my mansion.</p>
<p>“You were doing what?”</p>
<p>“Nothing…”</p>
<p>“You are coming with us.” Dr. Teng picks up a piece of paper and carelessly tosses it into a bright red fire raging in the fireplace. The fire suddenly turns a bright blue color, and the piece of paper is thrown out, completely intact. Dr. Teng appears not to have noticed this, and continues his conversation.</p>
<p>“I WILL NOT GO WITH YOU”</p>
<p>“Well, I don’t really see you have any choice now do you?”</p>
<p>“What evidence is there that this disease is deadly? What evidence is there that I even have this disease?”</p>
<p>“Surely, we cannot test you for this disease as that would spur its outbreak!”</p>
<p>“OH A POX ON MASS HYSTERIA! A pox on the reigning ‘patriots’ of our fathers’ age! From devilry to martyrdom, what more do you wish to persecute!”</p>
<p>“GRAB HER!”</p>
<p>From out of the blue, a pulse of shining gold light pierces the stagnant air. Lit from the charged photons, my faint outline was silhouetted against the red brick walls. Steam billows from every pore in my body, and a deafening pitch emanates from my every orifice.</p>
<p>“YOU WILL LET HER GO!” The gold beam misses by a mere inch, and incinerates the entire west wall of my house.</p>
<p>Two bulky bodyguards withdraw their guns, which are instantly dispelled by a flick of my wrist. The firearms fly against the wall and shatter into millions of pieces. I close my eyes and blue flames begin brewing up. From behind me a third guard chucks a nearby laptop computer straight towards my cranium. I sense it, and blink out of exists for a split second, and reappear facing my assailant. An out stretched arm pauses the projectile a foot in front of my face.</p>
<p>“Nice try…” I flick my fingers, and the computer is sent hurling straight back at the guard. He dodges, and it produces a dent in the wall.</p>
<p>“RAZOR!” I turn to face the opposite direction once again, and witness Estusia being dragged off by 3 men with bodybuilders’ physiques. I stare in horror…</p>
<p>AHHHH SURVIVE! An unsolicited thought chillingly enters my brain, I suddenly experience a gargantuan boost in confidence and will to live. Estusia somehow manages to throw off the entire fleet of guards, and dash in my direction. Utilizing this mysterious burst of assurance, I cast a swirling tornado of electricity, and blast every single guard straight out of the room. Their flight creates a dozen body shaped holes in all four walls of my dining room. I catch Estusia, and hold her close to me.</p>
<p>I cast a blue spark of lightning, which misses Dr. Teng yet once again. He dashes off, and I hear sounds of a car speeding off into the distance. The sun sets on a beautiful autumn evening, and I sit next to Estusia on the carpeted floor chuckling at the prospect of having to fix up my house. We are safe. For now…</p></div>
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<div style="text-align:left;"><strong><span style="font-size:medium;font-family:Verdana;">Razor 8: Razor to the End</span></strong></div>
<p>Prelude:</p>
<p>Dr. Teng arrives back at the underground bunker, and summons a meeting.</p>
<p>“I have all the evidence I need. Razor is also positive for the mutation.” The doctor pulls up a folder labeled “Jason aka ‘Razor’”. “He managed to steal abilities from the government facility in Redtown. He has the cold fusion box… Now he has the ability to manipulate electrons at will, and apparently he figured out some more uses of this…” Dr. Teng dials a number into a nearby telephone, and orders the arrest of Razor.</p>
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<p>Few weeks later</p>
<p>I wake up on a chilling winter morning to the gentle chirping of urban dwelling birds. A lazy flick of the hand sends some elaborate red colored drapery gliding noiselessly across the thin metal curtain hanger beams. I sit up on my bed and look out the window. Just another busy day, with people crawling like ants alongside endless streams of traffic. I yawn, and begin to get dressed.</p>
<p>I walk down my hallway to stand before a second bedroom and gently knock on the door. There was no response. I knock slightly harder, and the door slides open. I am immersed into a pitch black room. I flick the light switch, but nothing happens. I look around and then sent a light bluish beam to where I remembered the light to be. A bright flash occurred, followed by the illumination of the lightbulbs. A sudden burst of light diffuses around the room, revealing a tidy space. I peer around; there was no one inside.</p>
<p>Estusia? A brief tingling sensation emerged as the thought escaped my cranium. No response. I briskly walk downstairs, and discover an overturned table. Someone was here…</p>
<p>They took Estusia after all… I have lost. But I cannot lose. I am Razor, I cannot lose. I pace around the room and suddenly discover a torn piece of paper.</p>
<p><span style="font-size:small;font-family:Courier New;">On the issue of National Security</span><br />
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Warrant for arrest.</span><br />
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<p>A sudden hatred wells up inside me and takes control of my thoughts. Dreams of death once again surround my mind, but I flush them out with an inhuman roar. Every muscle in my body begin a systematic process of intermittent twitching; blue sparks escape from every poor on my skin. Red rage brews up inside me and explodes like an overcooked potato. The transformation is complete, I have lost all inhibition. As an angry bull charges at an unsuspecting matador, or as a hungry lion charges at an unfortunate wildebeest, I too begin to charge. I dash out my front door and step into the middle of a city boulevard.</p>
<p>I stand straight, and raise both arms in opposing directions. The creators of two invisible wall, my hands stopped all traffic right in their tracks. I glance around, and snap my wrists, instantly two glowing serpents of electricity dashes out of my palms, and set off to engulf all 10 miles of this road. Mere seconds later, and all objects once present on this street have been reduced to smoking cinders. My eyes once again sports bright blue fires.</p>
<p>I peer around, and stare at glowing gold box for a second, then turned back around. My eyes narrow, and instantly I was transported onto the top of a nearby building. I snap my fingers and an earthshaking flash of lightning descends from the heaven and incinerates the building I’m standing on.</p>
<p style="text-align:left;"><a name="8.5"></a><span style="font-size:x-small;font-family:Verdana;"><strong>Razor to the End:</strong></span></p>
<p><span style="font-size:x-small;"><span style="font-family:Verdana;">A door opens and an avalanche of piercing light floods the room. Excited photons drive all quanta of darkness from the spatial enclosure, ushering in a new atmosphere filled with dizzying clarity. An ominous figure approaches me from the doorway. He is dressed in a generic black two piece suit, complete with nondescript black tie and black sunglasses.</span></span></p>
<p>“Mr. Razor, how does it feel to take away an innocent’s life? Empowering, much?”</p>
<p>“Innocent…” I turn away from him to escape the influx of blinding light.</p>
<p>“Yes… very”</p>
<p>“Innocence, like most other things, is in the eyes of the beholder. It is a subjective quality, much like all other man made descriptions” I take a step forward and quickly turn to face him again. “I, as a man have the right to my own decisions, and with that, I, logically, also hold possession to my sovereignty to guide my own destiny. I have every right to defend myself in any way as deemed necessary… by my own will. I could kill if I wished. Societal rules only exist to control me, yet if I hold the powers necessary to escape that control, if I hold the ability to coerce society to relinquish its grip on my free will… I very well have the power to do and act as I please. How does freedom sound to you? How does freedom FEEL? Now you wouldn’t happen to know would you?”</p>
<p>“What about morality? And you call yourself a superhero”</p>
<p>“I never called myself anything. I am only a man, a shockingly spectacular man”, I wink, “but nevertheless still a member of the Homo Sapiens. As such, I deserve my rights to free decision. Yet, I am not only a man, I am an epitome of vigilant justice, served just the way I like it: however the damn well I please. Justice is what I say it is.”</p>
<p>“In that case, you are more of a villain than we are”</p>
<p>“Very well then, I invite you to stop me”</p>
<p>He stares at me intently and then initiates a curt nod.</p>
<p>The room is suddenly inundated with even more light. The clock on the wall ticks 10 steps ahead. Thud Thud… The sounds of two bodies falling simultaneously reverberate around the interior of the room, and then dampen to a stop. The clock cracks and it stops ticking.</p>
<p>In the dark area of the back of a white pizza van, three people were huddled around a video screen. The screen is busy broadcasting a live video. Through the disruptive static, an eerie story began to unfold.</p>
<p>Two men face each other. For a moment, both remained silent and rigidly stationary. The sheer lack of activity seemed to bring time to a standstill. Despite this, a round plastic clock hung to a loose nail on the wall continued to tick away obsessively. One of the men twitches slightly and gives a nod. From behind the second man, a third individual entered the room. With eyes intently fixated at the back of the second man’s skull, he fires a bullet from a black pistol.</p>
<p>The video lags and begins stuttering. The bullet’s trajectory begins to break down into finite portions. Not unlike a real life introduction to the fundamentals of calculus, the bullet inches forward, stalling at discreet intervals. After a time, it seems as if the movement of the bullet became in sync with the clock’s ticking. It was 10 seconds to midnight.</p>
<p>9…8…7…6…5…4…3…2…1… The bullet reaches its destination. Three men in a musky van waited intently for the inevitable sounds of impact. But those sounds never came.</p>
<p>Slowly, a large gash etched itself across the plastic protective surface of the hanging timepiece, and its individual hands grinded to a stop. 11:59:59.5 PM.</p>
<p>At lightning fast speeds, the video zooms in, and focuses on the shattered clock cover. Suddenly, the film becomes perfectly clear. It slowly pans out. The focus is now resting on the head of the man in the middle, the target of the bullet’s path. Progressively, at a glacier’s pace, the record gyrates around an invisible axis in the center of the room. Spinning 180 degrees around that axle, the camera freezes. All motion is paused. A lone bullet hangs mere millimeters from its target’s scalp.</p>
<p>Suddenly, and without warning, the video begins again, though at 1/10th of its original speed. With its newfound high definition video, the screen displays a miraculous event. The bullet is suddenly robbed of all its forward momentum and begins rising into the air. Once it reaches a height of roughly 10 centimeters above its target’s head, it begins to forcefully pulsate. With the input of a monumental amount of energy, its center of gravity has been effectively split into two, with each new center speeding rapidly out of either end of the bullet. Polar gravitational tidal forces rip the bullet into two floating orbs of disfigured steel. The bullets became motionless again.</p>
<p>The man in the middle steps aside and looks at the two bullets. He raises his left hand. The bullets drop down to their original height. He clamps his hand into a fist.</p>
<p>Two bullets speed off into either direction, leaving a trail of physical impossibility in both their wakes. The video stutters and stops.</p>
<p>Inside the room, two bodies fall onto the floor, creating two concurrent thuds, which echo across the room.</p>
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<p style="text-align:left;"><a name="foot"></a>Footnote: Razor is a character from a WarCraft III: Frozen Throne player created map "DotA: Allstars". Razor is not affliated with WarCraft III's creator company blizzard, but may still be subject to copyrights, I take no responsibility nor credit for creation of this name, and any credits of creation resets solely in the creator. This story is also in no way purported to be a fan fiction. The story only borrows from DotA's "Razor" in name and general description only. All plot, detailed descriptions, character traits, and character affiliations are in no way referenced from nor taken from DotA's "Razor".</p>
<p style="text-align:left;">Story created by Jason Jiang. Do not use without permission from me.</p>
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<div><span style="text-decoration:line-through;"><strong><span style="font-size:medium;font-family:Verdana;">Razor 1: Intuitive Aptitude</span></strong></span></div>
<div><span style="text-decoration:line-through;"><span style="font-size:x-small;">(This is merely a prologue, and is not related to the plot)</span></span></div>
<p><span style="text-decoration:line-through;">I wake up feeling strangely wise, and decide to get dressed. I walk to my closet and notice my broken iPod lying on the ground. Without much thought I pick it up, and then all of a sudden I felt a peculiar sensation, as if I am physically and mentally attuned to the molecular structures of the iPod. I could instantly uncover just exactly what was broken. Grabbing a clothe hanger, I managed to crack open the shells of the mp3 player and perform techno-surgery on its interiors. A moment later, the screen flickered into being. I fixed it…</span></p>
<p><span style="text-decoration:line-through;">A while later I find myself at school, sitting in a classroom. All around me there are frowning faces. No, this was not a test day. No there will never BE another test day, for the school has been taken by a mysterious organization. Every classroom has been turned into a sweat shop. I decided to endure this punishment for a few days and see what happens.</span></p>
<p><span style="text-decoration:line-through;">On the third day I simply cannot take this anymore, and so during a short 1 minute lunch break, I escape! Running to my house I find the nearest computer, and stuck a WCIII disk in. I loaded up dota and picked Razor. At this moment I closed my eyes and awoke a second later in a trance like state. I could faintly see myself fumbling with wires and switches, and I could feel that, for that brief moment, I knew everything. Establishing normality a moment later, I discovered that I had somehow managed create an exact replica of Razor, and that he was now dead on my floor, with his head sliced open. I peered over, and to my dismay had found that Razor’s brain was missing. My hands were stained with pint of blood. What have I done?! I quickly ran across to another room.</span></p>
<p><span style="text-decoration:line-through;">I glanced into the mirror, ethereal blue flames emanated from my eyes, and I was floating half a feet off the ground. I <em>am </em>Razor…</span></p>
<p><span style="text-decoration:line-through;">At that moment, a flash of light struck across the interior of my eyes and I could suddenly see with a new found clarity. I peered out my window and instantly mused at an intense thunderstorm forming itself above me… <em>I AM RAZOR!</em> A resounding cackle reverberated around the room as all electronics within a 2 mile radius suddenly shut off. Chuckling a little, I smoothly glided towards my front door and left.</span></p>
<p><span style="text-decoration:line-through;">A moment later, a teenage boy opens a door to find a rain soaked person standing at the door steps. He asks the person to come in.</span></p>
<p><span style="text-decoration:line-through;">I walked in… I looked around, hmm a lynbrook classroom…. an <em>ex </em>lynbrook classroom. A sweatshop.</span></p>
<p><span style="text-decoration:line-through;">The teacher looked around and saw a person standing at the door steps. She realizes that it was the kid who escaped from the sweatshops today. She ordered a few guards to grab the kid. As the guards lunged, the person suddenly levitated from the ground and had a brilliant blue cape form itself around him. Blue flames emitted from his eyes and the sounds of thunder intensified. Fear struck into the hearts of even the bravest souls….</span></p>
<p><span style="text-decoration:line-through;">I repelled two guards who had lunged at me and floated towards the teacher. Staring her in the eyes, I spoke. A voice which is chilling to the bones suggested that the sweatshops be disbanded. The teacher was indignant and refused.</span></p>
<p><span style="text-decoration:line-through;">The teacher shrieked at the ridiculousness of a sweatshop laborer telling HER what the do. She laughed and punched the worker in the face. Miraculously, the punch fell through, as if the the newcomer was a ghost… The ghost floated back a foot, and red sparks of electricity began forming at the tips of his hands.</span></p>
<p><span style="text-decoration:line-through;">I concentrated my mind and formed a single line of concentrated electrons aimed directly at the teacher. The energy beam flashed forward, lunging at 2.9 *10^8 meters per second. At precisely the same moment that the hit connected, a thunderbolt shot through the roof of the building and aligned itself into a collision course with the direct top of the teacher’s head. A split second after this assault, a secondary attack formed. Electric fields generated itself around my body…. With one mental relinquishment, the charged plasma manifested into a lightning bolt and arched forward, decimating everything in its paths… I <em>am </em>Razor…</span></p>
<p><span style="text-decoration:line-through;">…. To be continued…… maybe…</span></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Occam's Razor]]></title>
<link>http://handcollated.wordpress.com/?p=306</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 01 Aug 2008 20:10:47 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>handcollated</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[I wasn&#8217;t going to blog about Razor Entertainment Group and their forays into the card world, b]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I wasn't going to blog about Razor Entertainment Group and their forays into the card world, but the announcement of their $2000 release yesterday broke my silence.</p>
<p>Now that it's broken, I thought I'd add some thoughts to other Razor announcements, specifically the signing of 23 draft picks from the first three rounds of this year's draft including #1 overall pick Tim Beckham to exclusive card contracts. </p>
<p>Apparently some of my fellow bloggers believe this is a big deal.  Mario at Wax Heaven says Topps is "<a href="http://completist.wordpress.com/2008/07/30/2008-razor-first-look/">in serious trouble</a>."  Chris Harris calls their promo card the "<a href="http://www.stalegum.com/2008/07/most-signifcant-card-in-20-years.html">Bowman Killer</a>," though I can't tell if he's serious here or not.  I honestly was not blown away by the card, and the scans I've seen show some chipping on the black borders. Not a good sign of quality.</p>
<p>But why do I think Razor's not a big deal?  Well, let me qualify this by saying there's two ways that it could turn big. One is if Razor signs a whole bunch more of these guys to exclusive contracts. With no players, Bowman would be forced out of production. The second would be if all 23 prospects they currently have become the top 23 prospects in all of baseball.  And I mean Jay Bruce kind of hype.  For all of them. </p>
<p>I'm reasonably sure that the second one isn't going to happen, and if it did it would take some uncanny luck on Razor's part.  The first one, well, that could happen, but only if Razor has an unlimited pool of resources to draw from, and only if the rest of the prospects are willing to gamble on having their only card in a first year release with less marketing and name recognition then their competitor does.</p>
<p>And let's face it, it is a bit of a gamble for these prospects to sign with a relatively unknown company to appear in their debut baseball release instead of the well established and highly marketed and sought after Bowman brand.  Also remember that Bowman is an officially licensed MLBPA product. Razor is not.</p>
<p>Is Topps shaking in their boots? Probably not. Is the signing of these draft picks going to force a better Topps product? Again, probably not. The only thing these signings will force is other companies to sign more players to exclusive deals. Then you end up with less desirable products because Topps has all the even picks and Razor all the odds when really you just want picks 14-17.</p>
<p>And one other thing, so far nothing I've seen suggests that Razor is going to revolutionize the card collecting industry. They are simply working within the confines of what already exists in an effort to make a profit. It's that simple. They are going to do things to make money, even if it means more things that collectors don't really like, such as <a href="http://cardboardmania.blogspot.com/2008/07/another-strike-against-razor.html">questionable cut autographs</a> and $2000 packs.</p>
<p>So is Razor a big deal now? No, but they want to be, and they are drumming up publicity at every turn. Could these cards turn big? Sure. They could be the next '89 Upper Deck for all I know. But I think there's a better chance they'll end up like '88 Score</p>
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<title><![CDATA[Whats this? A prospect on a non-Bowman card?]]></title>
<link>http://sportscardinfo.wordpress.com/?p=402</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 01 Aug 2008 13:15:55 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>rosschrisman2003</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Razor Entertainment is giving away promo cards of their new #1 MLB Draft Pick Tim Beckham this week ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Razor Entertainment is giving away promo cards of their new #1 MLB Draft Pick Tim Beckham this week at the National Sports Collectors Convention.  It still feels weird seeing a new prospect on a non-Bowman baseball card.  Here is what it looks like:</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><img class="aligncenter" src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v148/rosschrisman2003/Blog/tim.jpg" alt="" width="297" height="400" /></p>
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<title><![CDATA[Finally, a $2000 pack of cards]]></title>
<link>http://handcollated.wordpress.com/?p=303</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2008 23:16:42 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>handcollated</dc:creator>
<guid>http://handcollated.wordpress.com/?p=303</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Razor entertainment, who is no doubt lapping up the free publicity due to this sort of thing for the]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Razor entertainment, who is no doubt lapping up the free publicity due to this sort of thing for their upcoming baseball release, has announced they will release a pack of cards with a $2000 price tag.</p>
<p>The product has nothing to do with baseball, but will instead mimic the Topps Update and Highlight insert featuring president's signatures as well as dual signatures cards with their wives and other figures associated with them (so John Kennedy and Jack Ruby are featured on a card, for example).</p>
<p>I'm just so glad that someone has listened to the call of the blogosphere and hardcore collectors everywhere by finally releasing a product that rivals my house payment for a month. I'm sure my wife will understand living on the street when I tell her it's for that Chester A Arthur/Ellen Lewis Herndon dual autograph I've wanted since I was 7.</p>
<p>Thanks Razor. Enjoy your free publicity.</p>
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<title><![CDATA[2k Per Pack]]></title>
<link>http://sportscardinfo.wordpress.com/?p=389</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2008 21:47:05 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>rosschrisman2003</dc:creator>
<guid>http://sportscardinfo.wordpress.com/?p=389</guid>
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The hobby has a new contender and the name is Razor Entertainment.  Today at the National Sports C]]></description>
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<p style="text-align:left;">The hobby has a new contender and the name is Razor Entertainment.  Today at the National Sports Collectors Convention Razor unveiled a new product called 2008 Oval Office Cut Signature Edition.  Each pack contains a cut signature of a U.S. President.  They plan to sell them for $2,000.00 per pack.  That is the most expensive pack of cards in the hobby's history.  You can read the full story <a href="http://www.beckett.com/estore/news/?eskin=beckett&#38;a=%209797&#38;s=1">here</a>. </p>
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<title><![CDATA[A little piece of advice.]]></title>
<link>http://realbadfriend.wordpress.com/?p=283</link>
<pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2008 17:32:42 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>realbadfriend</dc:creator>
<guid>http://realbadfriend.wordpress.com/?p=283</guid>
<description><![CDATA[Don&#8217;t shave with a razor you&#8217;ve had for 3 or 4 weeks and you&#8217;ve been using every d]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Don't shave with a razor you've had for 3 or 4 weeks and you've been using every day for those 3 or 4 weeks. Also you don't ever wash it off.</p>
<p>Are you feeling sad?  Like a bagel sans shmear?   Like an elephant who forgot?  Like the tallest midget around?  Well here's a tip from your good buddy who knows a thing or two about being blue, me in the mirror.</p>
<p>Mirror Jim Says:</p>
<p><img class="aligncenter" src="http://farm4.static.flickr.com/3188/2719545469_85c5ac9f91.jpg?v=0" alt="" width="320" height="320" /></p>
<p>Special thanks to Zach Craley for letting me know that life is worth living.  And providing me with a slab of butter the size of a baby's fist.</p>
<p>How do you guys make it through and not blow your heads off in a desperate suicide attempt inspired by mornings of trite and played out breakfast sustinence?</p>
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<title><![CDATA[2008 Razor "first look" UPDATE]]></title>
<link>http://completist.wordpress.com/?p=1362</link>
<pubDate>Wed, 30 Jul 2008 23:33:36 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Mario A.</dc:creator>
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<description><![CDATA[Oh my, Topps is in some SERIOUS trouble.
Below is a National Sports Collectors Convention exclusive ]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>Oh my, Topps is in some <strong>SERIOUS </strong>trouble.</p>
<p>Below is a National Sports Collectors Convention exclusive being given out by <a href="http://www.razorcollectibles.com/" target="_blank">Razor</a>. While the card is blurry, it's in my opinion, head over heels better looking than 2008 Bowman.</p>
<p>Waxheaven.com was expecting some exclusive scans before the Nationals but apparently we were forgotten about. <a href="http://cgi.ebay.com/2008-RAZOR-TIM-BECKHAM-RC-FIRST-CARD-LOT-OF-11_W0QQitemZ250277088000QQihZ015QQcategoryZ55885QQtcZphotoQQssPageNameZWDVWQQrdZ1QQcmdZViewItem#ebayphotohosting" target="_blank">Thank goodness for eBay</a>!</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><img class="aligncenter" style="border:2px solid black;" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc33/WaxHeaven/Baseball%20Cards/scan0064.jpg" alt="" width="393" height="556" /></p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><img class="aligncenter" style="border:2px solid black;" src="http://i217.photobucket.com/albums/cc33/WaxHeaven/Baseball%20Cards/e726_1.jpg" alt="" width="259" height="367" /></p>
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<title><![CDATA[The Razor's Edge]]></title>
<link>http://fielderschoice.wordpress.com/?p=500</link>
<pubDate>Tue, 29 Jul 2008 04:58:41 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>Dave</dc:creator>
<guid>http://fielderschoice.wordpress.com/?p=500</guid>
<description><![CDATA[I first blogged about Razor Entertainment Group a couple of weeks ago when they signed the #1 overal]]></description>
<content:encoded><![CDATA[<p>I first <a title="blogged" href="http://fielderschoice.wordpress.com/2008/07/10/count-me-in-for-a-box-of-razor/" target="_blank">blogged</a> about <a title="Razor Entertainment Group" href="http://www.razorcollectibles.com/" target="_blank">Razor Entertainment Group</a> a couple of weeks ago when they signed the #1 overall pick in this year's MLB draft, Tim Beckham of the Rays, to an exclusive contract to produce his cards until he reaches the major leagues.  Since then I've visited Razor's web site many times, and each time I check it out, I see that they have signed even more high draft picks to similar contracts.  As of today, they have 13 draft picks signed:</p>
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<li>7 first round picks: Tim Beckham (Rays), Kyle Skipworth (Marlins), Jemile Weeks (A's), Aaron Hicks (Twins), Ethan Martin (Dodgers), Reese Havens (Mets), and Casey Kelly (Red Sox).</li>
<li>2 sandwich round picks: Jordan Lyles (Astros) and Brett DeVall (Braves).</li>
<li>2 second round picks: Destin Hood (Nationals) and Derrik Gibson (Red Sox).</li>
<li>2 third round picks: Stephen Fife (Red Sox) and David Adams (Yankees).</li>
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<p>I am confident in predicting that this is only the tip of the iceberg.  Many first round picks will not sign with the teams who drafted them until the signing deadline of August 15.  I expect that we'll hear about many other big-name players signing with Razor between now and then.</p>
<p>Razor seems to be poised to make a big impact on the hobby when they release their draft pick card set later this year.  It is great to see a new company being so aggressive in making these deals.  With the amount of money that they are investing, I am hopeful that we'll see a high quality product.</p>
<p>So where does this leave Donruss-Playoff?  With so many top draft picks not available to them, I'd be very surprised if they produce a follow-up to last year's Elite Extra Edition set.  It might be a very long time before we see another baseball card from them.</p>
<p>And where does this leave Bowman?  This year's Bowman Draft Picks &#38; Prospects and Bowman Sterling releases will be significantly less interesting.</p>
<p>Now, if Razor would just sign this guy ...</p>
<p style="text-align:center;"><a href="http://fielderschoice.files.wordpress.com/2008/07/razor_shines.jpg"><img class="alignnone size-medium wp-image-502" src="http://fielderschoice.wordpress.com/files/2008/07/razor_shines.jpg?w=192" alt="" width="192" height="270" /></a></p>
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<title><![CDATA[The Perfect Shave]]></title>
<link>http://litteringand.wordpress.com/?p=28</link>
<pubDate>Fri, 25 Jul 2008 16:34:22 +0000</pubDate>
<dc:creator>grimestown</dc:creator>
<guid>http://litteringand.wordpress.com/?p=28</guid>
<description><![CDATA[
How to get the perfect shave @ timesonline.co.uk
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<p style="text-align:center;"><a href="http://www.timesonline.co.uk/tol/life_and_style/men/article3250784.ece" target="_blank">How to get the perfect shave @ timesonline.co.uk</a></p>
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