<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563040179855613498</id><updated>2011-11-23T08:36:26.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Another geek with a blog</title><subtitle type='html'>Looking at life through the eyes of a teenager that won't stab you.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranooth.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563040179855613498/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranooth.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634140926455981862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PIlp_IoxAvk/SJEH-ic_FtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_YJfo8bvgPs/S220/Mii2.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563040179855613498.post-7745680043623580245</id><published>2011-11-23T08:36:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-23T08:36:26.167-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Oi!</title><content type='html'>Stop reading this and check out &lt;a href="http://www.ranooth.com/"&gt;http://www.ranooth.com/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563040179855613498-7745680043623580245?l=ranooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranooth.blogspot.com/feeds/7745680043623580245/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563040179855613498&amp;postID=7745680043623580245' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563040179855613498/posts/default/7745680043623580245'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563040179855613498/posts/default/7745680043623580245'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranooth.blogspot.com/2011/11/oi.html' title='Oi!'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634140926455981862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PIlp_IoxAvk/SJEH-ic_FtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_YJfo8bvgPs/S220/Mii2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563040179855613498.post-3104929980224017696</id><published>2010-12-12T17:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-12T17:32:03.379-08:00</updated><title type='text'>I can do science me!</title><content type='html'>Ah the final week of Uni before Christmas, everyones rushing around packing, shopping and finishing work with allnighters (i hear the library is packed at the moment). Its a fun time, i mean i'm fine work wise (GOD BLESS EXTENSIONS!) but theres something thats been getting to me. &lt;div&gt;You see tomorrow is the presentation for my group work (il post about it soon), all semester me and about 16 other guys have had to think up of a game and create a tech demo, storyboards and design documents about it.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now i say 16 guys but to be honest including me its been about 9 of us doing all the work. Many people decided not to do any work or do the smallest amount, 2 guys we've only seen once! Now seriously THIS IS FUCKING UNIVERSITY! The drop outs and bums were all in High School and maybe college, but at Uni?! On a course full of people that would kill you for a job in the industry?! On a course you pay for?! SERIOUSLY WHAT THE FUCK!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ok you may not be the best at coursework, but theres a difference between actually working and just lazing about. Your paying through the nose for this, and its gunna get even more expensive (thank you Tories) so why are you here fucking about doing no work, your the one thats gunna have to pay back the money!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Don't get me wrong, im not a nerd who resents people that don't get firsts. Their is the social side of uni which is pretty epic, but if you can easily get the social aspect from just getting an apartment and a job. If your at Uni just at least attempt to do some bloody work! You fought off loads of people for this spot and your just gunna waste, well fucking done! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Uni needs to be seen more as an investment, you need to put work in for it to pay off. If you don't then please get the fuck out and close the door behind you!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563040179855613498-3104929980224017696?l=ranooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranooth.blogspot.com/feeds/3104929980224017696/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563040179855613498&amp;postID=3104929980224017696' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563040179855613498/posts/default/3104929980224017696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563040179855613498/posts/default/3104929980224017696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranooth.blogspot.com/2010/12/i-can-do-science-me.html' title='I can do science me!'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634140926455981862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PIlp_IoxAvk/SJEH-ic_FtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_YJfo8bvgPs/S220/Mii2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563040179855613498.post-3110862596374919238</id><published>2010-12-06T16:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-06T16:52:10.907-08:00</updated><title type='text'>You kids today with your rap music and dub step!</title><content type='html'>Its nearly been a year which is scary, but people have actually started reading this and some say its not too bad which is a bit of a shock so i shall return! Not gunna promise anything rota wise, im a busy guy! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;My rant today is noise, noise at night time. Now i live with two music students, they like to listen to music, which is a perfectly normal thing. Listening to it at 3am and then 7am is something totally different! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now let me clarify, im quite a normal sleeper. I may be a little on the light side but i can easily fall asleep if there is some form of background noise, however if its that loud that i can hear the words perfectly then i have a bit of a problem. Flatmate A has to have his music loud, i don't know why he just has too. Every hour it seems until the early hours of the morning he must play at least 2 songs on the highest volume known to man, i can hear it right now and i have my headphones on! And this isn't good music. The man takes the concept of indie music to another level! If more then 5 people know about the band then he automatically hates them! Right now i can hear what sounds like Bob Dylans crappier younger brother trying to piece together some chords and sing about ye olde days. This even isnt the worse thing, for some fucked up reason Flatmate A must wail, he wails at the top of his lungs to this crap. It would make a cat clucth its ears and scream in pain! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now obviously i've called him out on this many a time, and he will turn it down. But this is where i have a theory on music students: they cant remember anything! They have to have iTunes to tell them what they like, they need sheet music to remember what to play and they will remember nothing that you tell them the day before. You'd think being told to turn it down 5 nights on the trot and around 2 in the morning would send some form of signal to the brain to remember something! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On to Flatmate B, and this one is a bit different. Yes he likes his music, but he wears the almighty invention known as headphones! Good times i hear you cry, well your kinda right. For some reason the man himself is as loud as a walking band. Now my only theory is that he has a fetish for or can't life without the sound of bangs and thuds. He must slam every single thing that he can. His door, SLAM. His drawers, SLAM. Putting his mug down, SLAM. Even pressing the button to flush his toilet, SLAM. O and he has the most retarded laugh ever, pitty he finds anything and everything pant wettingly funny.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I dunno, i know a lot of people have problems with noisy neighbours in this world. I feel like im just moaning but hey you read it so HA!  I guess my question at the end of the day is why do people find the need to be loud, even when they know others wish for them to be quiet? I don't wanna be bigheaded but i view myself as a quiet guy. I make sure im quiet when im up early or late (although why i do i don't know). Are people just that retarded or is it some kind of ear wax alien overlords deafening one half of the world's population so that the other half is driven mad with the increase in volume?! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;   &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563040179855613498-3110862596374919238?l=ranooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranooth.blogspot.com/feeds/3110862596374919238/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563040179855613498&amp;postID=3110862596374919238' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563040179855613498/posts/default/3110862596374919238'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563040179855613498/posts/default/3110862596374919238'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranooth.blogspot.com/2010/12/you-kids-today-with-your-rap-music-and.html' title='You kids today with your rap music and dub step!'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634140926455981862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PIlp_IoxAvk/SJEH-ic_FtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_YJfo8bvgPs/S220/Mii2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563040179855613498.post-7104231636667254536</id><published>2009-12-13T17:30:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T17:30:33.380-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Dum dum dar!!!</title><content type='html'>Rants will return! &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just need to finish this bloody modelling!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563040179855613498-7104231636667254536?l=ranooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranooth.blogspot.com/feeds/7104231636667254536/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563040179855613498&amp;postID=7104231636667254536' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563040179855613498/posts/default/7104231636667254536'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563040179855613498/posts/default/7104231636667254536'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranooth.blogspot.com/2009/12/dum-dum-dar.html' title='Dum dum dar!!!'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634140926455981862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PIlp_IoxAvk/SJEH-ic_FtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_YJfo8bvgPs/S220/Mii2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563040179855613498.post-4028868546556298891</id><published>2009-03-13T10:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:58:35.178-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Doing something funny for money</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Wow, what a day. As you may know today is Comic Relief, a day where people do stupid things for money so that the lifes of the less fortunate can be improved. Usually i would donate money and do the silly games that school/college provided as my bit. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;This year i thought i would actually do something decent and dye my afro bright red. Used up a full can of some weird spray and i emerged from my house looking like frickin' Ronald McDonald. I got to the bus stop where i had a nice laugh with the sweet old ladies there, but no one donated. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Anyways get to college (late due to the traffic) and instead of a wave of insane students doing crazy things (like it normally is) i see a drab crowd of blank stares. O goody.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;I spent the day recieving looks of disbelief and "What the fuck?!" instead of the laughs and cheers that you normally see during this day. No donations, nothing. (Ok i know you dont have to donate but come on, tis for a good cause).&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;To be honest this just showed me how much the country has changed, no one seems to want to smile or have fun anymore. People complain about emos and self harmers, but seeing what i saw today you would think this was a huge convention of them. (Note: I have nothing against the Emotional music crowd, just using you lot as an example). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-family:arial;"&gt;The day wasnt a perfect waste however, i still got a few laughs from teachers and younger people, and i even helped a friend out with her relationship problems, im just sadly staring at an empty jar with the label donations on it. O well, im working overtime on Sunday, maybe i can donate just a little bit more this year. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563040179855613498-4028868546556298891?l=ranooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranooth.blogspot.com/feeds/4028868546556298891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563040179855613498&amp;postID=4028868546556298891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563040179855613498/posts/default/4028868546556298891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563040179855613498/posts/default/4028868546556298891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranooth.blogspot.com/2009/03/doing-something-for-money.html' title='Doing something funny for money'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634140926455981862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PIlp_IoxAvk/SJEH-ic_FtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_YJfo8bvgPs/S220/Mii2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563040179855613498.post-4462768254854524402</id><published>2009-02-22T04:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:58:51.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Thats all meatbags</title><content type='html'>&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Im feeling quite empty today, not because its a Sunday and i have mountains of coursework. No im empty because Futurama has ended for me. Last night i saw the final movie "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 28px; "&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span"  style="font-size:small;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: arial;"&gt;Into the Wild Green Yonder" (thanks to Play.com for getting it to me before Monday) and well thats it now. Fox will probably not commision a sixth series which is an awful shame, Futurama was such a brilliant idea with so much potential, and Groening was never afraid to poke fun at current situations in a future situation. For example how he deals with Planet Express being "off the air" due to the Box Network in the first movie is pure writing genius. The writers also do a good job with the ending of ITWGY and it really does set them up if they do ever return. But sadly the TV industry focuses more on whats popular, safe and makes money. This is why i urge the 5 of you (yeah im counting) to buy the DVDs and tell others. Make Greoning kill off The Simpsons (or at least give them a rest) and bring back Planet Express, bring back the Nimbus and bring back Charleston Chew!!!! &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563040179855613498-4462768254854524402?l=ranooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranooth.blogspot.com/feeds/4462768254854524402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563040179855613498&amp;postID=4462768254854524402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563040179855613498/posts/default/4462768254854524402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563040179855613498/posts/default/4462768254854524402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranooth.blogspot.com/2009/02/thats-all-meatbags.html' title='Thats all meatbags'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634140926455981862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PIlp_IoxAvk/SJEH-ic_FtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_YJfo8bvgPs/S220/Mii2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563040179855613498.post-343162962957945694</id><published>2009-02-16T02:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T03:06:10.183-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Cheap as chips?</title><content type='html'>So after playing Rock Band for the whole of Saturday night i got the urge yesterday to get some songs from the game on my iPod. Being the lawful chap that i am i decided "Screw you uTorrent! I shall pay for these" and made my way to Play.com. &lt;div&gt;Sadly i found only two of the songs that i wanted but i still continued, paying 1.40 for both of them (for some reason my G15 doesnt do pound signs). Anyways i go to bed and then i start thinking and then it hits me. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mostly every day at college i go to Greg's (a baker) and buy a Mexican Chicken sandwich at 1.50 for lunch, now i got &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;2 songs &lt;/span&gt;for 10p less then that. I mean seriously WHAT THE HELL! For less then a sandwich i legally own the listening rights to two songs. I can burn them, mix them in songs, put them on any music device i wish and yeah, even listen to them! With a sandwich theres less pratical uses, i can eat it, ummmm give it to someone, ummmmmmmmmmmmmmm did i say eat it?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Now im thinking, if i go without getting food at college for a whole month i would have saved enough to buy &lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;60 songs! &lt;/span&gt;(can i just point out i am in no way poor, its just a crazy thought). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Im also thinking, is the food industry that mad and expensive or are songs these days, well, cheap&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;er &lt;/span&gt;then chips.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563040179855613498-343162962957945694?l=ranooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranooth.blogspot.com/feeds/343162962957945694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563040179855613498&amp;postID=343162962957945694' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563040179855613498/posts/default/343162962957945694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563040179855613498/posts/default/343162962957945694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranooth.blogspot.com/2009/02/cheap-as-chips.html' title='Cheap as chips?'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634140926455981862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PIlp_IoxAvk/SJEH-ic_FtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_YJfo8bvgPs/S220/Mii2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563040179855613498.post-6435816940606022066</id><published>2009-02-02T07:42:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-02T07:47:54.961-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blanket of White</title><content type='html'>Well im home from a closed college shivering and wet (waiting half hour for a bus). Due to a few cm of frozen rain its closed. It could be due to students not being able to get home or teachers i dont really know.&lt;div&gt;Im just shocked at how much Britain has a hissy fit over a small layer of snow. Ok its health and safety for runways and small children, but in ye olde days of Britain and in most other snowy countrys people would just wrap up a bit more and continue with their day. Seems to me that people see snow as an execuse to get off work/school, and to be honest i cant blame them. I mean iv got the afternoon off so im happy. Woo!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563040179855613498-6435816940606022066?l=ranooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranooth.blogspot.com/feeds/6435816940606022066/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563040179855613498&amp;postID=6435816940606022066' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563040179855613498/posts/default/6435816940606022066'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563040179855613498/posts/default/6435816940606022066'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranooth.blogspot.com/2009/02/blanket-of-white.html' title='Blanket of White'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634140926455981862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PIlp_IoxAvk/SJEH-ic_FtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_YJfo8bvgPs/S220/Mii2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563040179855613498.post-5937156578541140972</id><published>2009-01-29T05:23:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-29T05:23:33.173-08:00</updated><title type='text'>BAH!</title><content type='html'>BOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOORED!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563040179855613498-5937156578541140972?l=ranooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranooth.blogspot.com/feeds/5937156578541140972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563040179855613498&amp;postID=5937156578541140972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563040179855613498/posts/default/5937156578541140972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563040179855613498/posts/default/5937156578541140972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranooth.blogspot.com/2009/01/bah.html' title='BAH!'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634140926455981862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PIlp_IoxAvk/SJEH-ic_FtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_YJfo8bvgPs/S220/Mii2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563040179855613498.post-5854059676326650304</id><published>2009-01-26T08:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T08:49:26.385-08:00</updated><title type='text'>What? Where?!</title><content type='html'>Well today was the day i&lt;span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; finally&lt;/span&gt; finsihed my Jan Exams with a General Studies Exam on politics. Now in this exam there was an article on people creating blogs 100% devoted to politics, this has me thinking: DO THESE THINGS ACTUALLY EXIST?! and HOW BORING MUST THEY BE?!&lt;div&gt;Now dont get me wrong, politics or as i call it "Childish Bickering" is important, it somehow keeps us all from killing one another................well helps prevent it, but why do people need to make huge blogs on the matter. I was under the impression that these things were for rants and thoughts, mine for example is just me ranting about my growing hatred of the human race. Sigh, i need more victory cake.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563040179855613498-5854059676326650304?l=ranooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranooth.blogspot.com/feeds/5854059676326650304/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563040179855613498&amp;postID=5854059676326650304' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563040179855613498/posts/default/5854059676326650304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563040179855613498/posts/default/5854059676326650304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranooth.blogspot.com/2009/01/what-where.html' title='What? Where?!'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634140926455981862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PIlp_IoxAvk/SJEH-ic_FtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_YJfo8bvgPs/S220/Mii2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563040179855613498.post-3277384079544808296</id><published>2009-01-23T03:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-13T10:59:20.399-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Im still alive!!!</title><content type='html'>Right if anyone is actually following this mammoth rant then first of all I owe you a beer. Secondly, stop crying I AM STILL ALIVE!!!! I just havent actually found any time to rant due to what we call life.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hopefully with my exams and other shizzle over i can start giving an inside into the head of a fooked up 18 year old wannabe hacker and games designer. Enjoy!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563040179855613498-3277384079544808296?l=ranooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranooth.blogspot.com/feeds/3277384079544808296/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563040179855613498&amp;postID=3277384079544808296' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563040179855613498/posts/default/3277384079544808296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563040179855613498/posts/default/3277384079544808296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranooth.blogspot.com/2009/01/im-still-alive.html' title='Im still alive!!!'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634140926455981862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PIlp_IoxAvk/SJEH-ic_FtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_YJfo8bvgPs/S220/Mii2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563040179855613498.post-917812200840566313</id><published>2008-08-03T10:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-03T10:46:02.690-07:00</updated><title type='text'>That boy aint right in the head</title><content type='html'>Just came back from watching The Dark Knight and you've probably heard elsewhere BUT ITS FREAKIN' AWESOME!! It is to date the BEST superhero movie EVER....and im a die hard Iron Man and Marvel fanboy. It is 3 hours of pure moody dark action, in most hero movies the pace seems to slow down before the big finish, The Dark Knight is a non stop rollercoaster of ass kicking and evil clown laughs. Heath Ledger should be so proud where ever he is, his performence was just wow! You could see he did his homework and just created this character that in no way was sane yet believable, I even agreed with some of the stuff he stands for! And it just wasnt Heath, the whole cast was fantastic, Christian Bale was just incrediable, and every movie needs more Michael Cain :D&lt;br /&gt;If you havent seen it yet then stop reading this and go watch it NOW!! You will not be disappointed in anyway and you'll leave feeling so different from any hero movie you've ever watched. Batman is back, and he kicks ass!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563040179855613498-917812200840566313?l=ranooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranooth.blogspot.com/feeds/917812200840566313/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563040179855613498&amp;postID=917812200840566313' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563040179855613498/posts/default/917812200840566313'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563040179855613498/posts/default/917812200840566313'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranooth.blogspot.com/2008/08/that-boy-aint-right-in-head.html' title='That boy aint right in the head'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634140926455981862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PIlp_IoxAvk/SJEH-ic_FtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_YJfo8bvgPs/S220/Mii2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563040179855613498.post-6623820490900946873</id><published>2008-07-30T17:17:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-26T08:52:23.844-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Life at Tesco</title><content type='html'>Right lets get this ball rollin'.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am a student, or as most people see think a poor guy who learns and the goverment worships as the hopes of the future. As a student its my right to have a crap job in some small shop or as a nobody in a huge company. I chose the latter (well my mum did) and i am what you call a Trolley Boy, i push trolleys to the bay.....thats about it.&lt;br /&gt;Thing is people see this as a horrid job, they could not be futher from the truth, being a trolley boy is the best job EVER for a student. Your now thinking im either insane or an idiot, but i kid you not, its a really easy job and every single night is different, the amount of wierd stuff i see is incrediable. Take for instance the things i have found in a small carpark, to date i have found: 2 x Walking sticks, 3 x Pairs of Glasses, 1 x Wallet (full of cash), 1 x Credit Card (on its own), 2 x LARGE bags of charcol and 1 x Budget report of the McDonalds 5 miles away. Now i know people can forget stuff but how on earth can you leave a huge bag of charcol in a trolley, its right in front of you! HOW CAN YOU MISS IT!!!&lt;br /&gt;You see i have a theroy that Tesco stores emmit some kind of dumbing down spray to make people spend more instore and for some reason every single time i work in that carpark i find even more evidence to support this!&lt;br /&gt;For example last week i was pushing a very long line of trolleys, people saw and naturally moved out of the way to avoid injury, however just as im about to push these trolleys through two narrowly placed posts a very large women decides to walk right infront of them and stop, firstly i was making a noise and secondly she did see these trolleys. Now there is nothing you can really do to stop these trolleys if your far at the back pushing, so physics being physics the trolleys hit her(at this point im am crapping myself), however they simply bounced off and the women didnt even to seem to notice them smacking her, being the nice guy i am i sprint over to her and ask if shes ok, she stands there like a cow stares at an ongoing train and walks off with me just standing there, now i dont know about you but thats kinda fooked up. And thats just one example of the many crazy idiots and maniacs we get and its starting to scare me, i seriously need to find where this gas is being emmited and stop it before i get run over by some old lady.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Well that be my first rant, bit long i know but hey thats how i roll.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563040179855613498-6623820490900946873?l=ranooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranooth.blogspot.com/feeds/6623820490900946873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563040179855613498&amp;postID=6623820490900946873' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563040179855613498/posts/default/6623820490900946873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563040179855613498/posts/default/6623820490900946873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranooth.blogspot.com/2008/07/life-at-tesco.html' title='Life at Tesco'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634140926455981862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PIlp_IoxAvk/SJEH-ic_FtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_YJfo8bvgPs/S220/Mii2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6563040179855613498.post-5610371036272295993</id><published>2008-07-30T17:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-30T17:15:55.489-07:00</updated><title type='text'>What this button do?</title><content type='html'>Howdy and welcome to my blog. My name be Ash, and im your typical teenage geek yet i do not have a massive brain and a huge desire to sleep with a book as my pillow. I see quite a lot of random and wierd stuff out here in the country and in my local city of Hereford (also known as Middle-of-nowhere) and i have a lot of wierd ideas and views on stuff in life. So i thought hey, why not right down this crap and subject that wierd bunch of internet people to my ideas and let them see how crazy i am.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So relax, get yourself some cake and enjoy my sights, rants and views on this rollercoaster we call life.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6563040179855613498-5610371036272295993?l=ranooth.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ranooth.blogspot.com/feeds/5610371036272295993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=6563040179855613498&amp;postID=5610371036272295993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563040179855613498/posts/default/5610371036272295993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6563040179855613498/posts/default/5610371036272295993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ranooth.blogspot.com/2008/07/what-this-button-do.html' title='What this button do?'/><author><name>Ash</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08634140926455981862</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='29' height='32' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_PIlp_IoxAvk/SJEH-ic_FtI/AAAAAAAAAAM/_YJfo8bvgPs/S220/Mii2.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
