<?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-5898772</id><updated>2011-04-21T17:08:31.992-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Quarter-Century Virgin</title><subtitle type='html'>An Irishman's View of the World -- from the Middle of East Texas</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>157</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-114596182695985922</id><published>2006-04-25T03:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T03:43:46.973-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"They will come at you sideways"-Shepard Book: Serenity</title><summary type='text'>I am having trouble trying to get started writing again. I find it either way to tiresome to come up with something witty or cleaver every time I write so here it goes. People want an update on the things going on in my life, where here it is. I now have two jobs, and yes I have become a dizzen of the worst kind I now whore myself out to one of the Local Blockbuster here in Longview. Why? some of</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/114596182695985922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/114596182695985922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2006/04/they-will-come-at-you-sideways-shepard_25.html' title='&quot;They will come at you sideways&quot;-Shepard Book: Serenity'/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-114285475381544700</id><published>2006-03-20T03:15:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T03:39:13.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The End Is Just Another Beginning</title><summary type='text'>I guess I have let this blog go to waist. That is wholly my fault, and it is also my sin as well. What happened to me? that question will always be ever present with me. I don’t know what happened? I got caught up in my own little life of trying to scrape by out here on the ragity edge of the photojournalist life. I was working full time at the Longview News Journal for 4 months filling in until </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/114285475381544700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/114285475381544700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2006/03/end-is-just-another-beginning.html' title='The End Is Just Another Beginning'/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-113297668723128597</id><published>2005-11-25T21:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-11-25T19:44:47.286-08:00</updated><title type='text'>When time is gone what is left?</title><summary type='text'>First off I want to apologize for the lack of posts. My job at Longview News Journal has kept me busy for the past four months because we had a full time photographer leave for a new job and they just hired a great new photographer from Alabama. I had the chance to review her portfolio and it was amazing yet, I am also sad because I really thought that they would hire me because I have been there</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/113297668723128597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/113297668723128597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/11/when-time-is-gone-what-is-left.html' title='When time is gone what is left?'/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-113082090254316622</id><published>2005-10-31T22:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-10-31T20:55:02.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'>the chains of failure</title><summary type='text'>its cold and wet outside on this the 31st of October. Fuck it all! I need to get this off my chest. I keep making mistakes at work and it's costing me near everything. I feel as if I am the one on the knife edge and I am about to fall on it and split myself in two. I have Marvin gay's Inner city blues on repeat as I write this. I have just had a hellva day and for what? I AM THE ONE MAKING THE </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/113082090254316622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/113082090254316622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/10/chains-of-failure.html' title='the chains of failure'/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-113009845548813071</id><published>2005-10-23T15:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T14:28:16.116-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do us a favor and shoot yourself</title><summary type='text'>I found this today, and it scares me but in on another note I am glad that I work at LNJ, it's because of this. Just listen to this "it's sqwoooshed" and wonder why I fucking live in this town.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/113009845548813071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/113009845548813071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/10/do-us-favor-and-shoot-yourself.html' title='do us a favor and shoot yourself'/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-112980504189663737</id><published>2005-10-20T05:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-20T03:44:01.920-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hello My Old Friend Insecurity</title><summary type='text'>I have had to deal with this feeling over the past couple of days. I hate it! My own self going and asking the question in the mirror if I am ever going to be good enough for anyone or anything ever it's fucking sad that I have had only 2 real relationships in my 26 years of Existence in this little town/life of mine. Am I too much of a pussy to go get the girls or am I just listing to the fear, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/112980504189663737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/112980504189663737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/10/hello-my-old-friend-insecurity.html' title='Hello My Old Friend Insecurity'/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-112935865757837633</id><published>2005-10-15T13:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-10-14T23:44:17.583-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The Long Road Home or something like that</title><summary type='text'>Has it been that long? when did I do this last? the questions will keep on coming because it does not matter. I dunno where my passion for this blog went? I wanna write but nothing comes out. I have let my readership slip away, then I gain this blog back to me then right? All I know is that I need to start doing this again. I need, I NEED, I need, I need is all I hear from in my mind. I will </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/112935865757837633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/112935865757837633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/10/long-road-home-or-something-like-that.html' title='The Long Road Home or something like that'/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-112747171718879916</id><published>2005-09-24T03:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T01:47:36.090-07:00</updated><title type='text'>If life is a garden they why is mine barren?</title><summary type='text'>I turn 26 today more as the day progresses:update:well I had a low key b-day yesterday, I got a lot of photos during the football game and you can check them out here the game is WHS vs SHHS and you can leave comments on them so please do. I will admit that now that I have had my fun shooting football it is time to deal with Rita and the hell that is coming with her. Honestly I will admit </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/112747171718879916'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/112747171718879916'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/09/if-life-is-garden-they-why-is-mine.html' title='If life is a garden they why is mine barren?'/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-112565635902565266</id><published>2005-09-02T05:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-09-02T03:19:19.073-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Pleasure or Pain?</title><summary type='text'>*this post is best read while listing to "teardrop" by Massive Attack*I remember someone once asked me If I knew the difference between pleasure and pain, and in doing so I learned that there are two sides to everything that we as humans do. Right now I am will to bet that there people who right now think that I am a self serving prick that needs to be eradicated, disposed of, wiped out, broken, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/112565635902565266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/112565635902565266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/09/pleasure-or-pain.html' title='Pleasure or Pain?'/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-112374612057165853</id><published>2005-08-11T02:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-11T00:42:00.876-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Food Network and Yard Mowing</title><summary type='text'>I don’t know why I watch the food network or why I even mow the damn yard anymore. I can' wrap my head around it, yet I sit and wonder where I slice this weird network into my dally life of Halo 2 and picking up small twigs that the squirrels seem to bite off and then leave for me to pick up. I must say FUCK YOU squirrels if it weren’t for PETA I would make a loin cloth out of your tails and then</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/112374612057165853'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/112374612057165853'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/08/food-network-and-yard-mowing.html' title='Food Network and Yard Mowing'/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-112350062508656629</id><published>2005-08-08T06:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-08T04:30:25.150-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Peter Jennings is gone</title><summary type='text'>Its 6:30am and I just got home from hanging out with all of my friends over at Zack's apartment(more on that later) but, this is tragic Peter Jennings has died of Lung Cancer at 67. Read more about it heregood night all New Posts are coming soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/112350062508656629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/112350062508656629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/08/peter-jennings-is-gone.html' title='Peter Jennings is gone'/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-112246087540715494</id><published>2005-07-27T05:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-27T03:41:15.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Where is thy Father?</title><summary type='text'>Some how the thoughts that come from my mind tonight are just totally fucking random. What I have not told a lot of people is that there is another side to my family. That is my fathers family and, most of them live one state over in Louisiana. Well a month ago that side of the family had a reunion and I when’t to it. The response to me being there was over all positive from their side of it. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/112246087540715494'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/112246087540715494'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/07/where-is-thy-father.html' title='Where is thy Father?'/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-112171420431008387</id><published>2005-07-18T14:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-18T12:16:44.353-07:00</updated><title type='text'>half a beer, half a cigarette, and half a life</title><summary type='text'>It's strange what happens when you don't realize what’s going on around you. I feel as if I am in some sort of daze that I cannot crawl out of. Everything just seems to be half as fun as it once was, color seems to be less, and if this is the aftermath of loosing love is then fuck it. I want to play Halo with my friends, I want life to taste as it once did that sweet, lush, almost lustful savor </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/112171420431008387'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/112171420431008387'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/07/half-beer-half-cigarette-and-half-life.html' title='half a beer, half a cigarette, and half a life'/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-112056285588421303</id><published>2005-07-05T06:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T17:38:45.436-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Half awake</title><summary type='text'>The wisp of smoke un-curls at the end of a cigarette as I write this. Yesterday, the 4th of July, I stayed up until 11am doing nothing but playing Halo 2 with my friends until 7am, then coming home to my mother sitting on the back porch wanting for me to mow our yard along with my grandfather's yard as well. It took me 2 hours to do so, yet Mom's reasoning was that it would be cooler in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/112056285588421303'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/112056285588421303'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/07/half-awake.html' title='Half awake'/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-111986809412445660</id><published>2005-06-27T05:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T17:43:47.213-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Just keep on walking</title><summary type='text'>The hue of the mercury vapor lamps streaks across the hood of my car stretching up past my windshield. The song I am listing to just drifts back and forth from my ears. It's soothing, yet somber out in the dark of Longview. It's nights like these that makes me think back on what I have been doing in the past couple of months since everything happened. I can't blame anyone but, myself for what </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/111986809412445660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/111986809412445660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/06/just-keep-on-walking.html' title='Just keep on walking'/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-111862698113825371</id><published>2005-06-12T20:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-10T17:46:27.010-07:00</updated><title type='text'>The pedestal</title><summary type='text'>We place people on pedestals, we all do. I have done it, and those who read this blog have probably done it as well. What happens when you take a step back from that said pedestal and realize that it is crumbling and there is nothing you can do to stop it. Last night I had one of those night's where nothing goes your way. Not to mention that I met my Father's family yesterday at a family reunion </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/111862698113825371'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/111862698113825371'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/06/pedestal.html' title='The pedestal'/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-111753584628638488</id><published>2005-05-31T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T03:37:26.290-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Knowledge/TasteI drove around to night after hanging out with James and Justin at their apartment. The slicked streets had a glimmer to them from the recent rains the city of Longview. I came to a small realization that kinda left me floored when I was driving back. I think I just need to come out and say it, instead of trying to sound all cool and knowledgeable like some wise old sage at the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/111753584628638488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/111753584628638488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/05/knowledgetaste-i-drove-around-to-night.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-111704428244622097</id><published>2005-05-25T13:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-25T11:04:42.486-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Feel Good INC.I know in my last post I said that I was packing this blog up and moving somewhere else. So I talked to Shem, and to a few others and asked them what I should do and they said stay here, keep going, and stand your ground. I look back on it with all that happened I can say I came out 50/50; I have graduated Kilgore College with an Associates degree in Commercial Photography on the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/111704428244622097'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/111704428244622097'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/05/feel-good-inc.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-111553368016320180</id><published>2005-05-08T14:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-07T23:28:00.250-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Trapped, Scared and Bleeding. I take a real risk with this post but, life is nothing with out the risk. I mean you take a risk right when you walk out of your door in the morning if you think about it. You could die, you could get clipped by a car, you could loose everything. The real question is when it comes down to the brass tacks of it all what are you willing to give up to keep what you love</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/111553368016320180'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/111553368016320180'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/05/trapped-scared-and-bleeding.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-111464877051014869</id><published>2005-04-27T19:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-27T17:39:30.513-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Brass TacksI am beginning to realize that sometimes, I just can not win with some people. I know, I can sit here and pontificate about all the bullshit that is going on in my social life but why? I have to get down to the brass tacks on the matter at hand. I must say that while I have been dating Ms. Dawn that it has been nothing but pure pleasure. I do however have a slight bit of a problem with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/111464877051014869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/111464877051014869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/04/brass-tacks-i-am-beginning-to-realize.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-111389378379591745</id><published>2005-04-19T02:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-18T23:56:23.796-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fox Hole: Episode 1I guess that I should come clean, I feel as if I need to confess that I have been slacking off from blogger and not giving the skinny on what I have been up to as of late. So here we go, all my sins and my achievements all laid bare for all to see. Well for the past month as of the date of my sisters wedding I have been dating (I will call her Ms. Dawn as to protect her real </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/111389378379591745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/111389378379591745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/04/fox-hole-episode-1-i-guess-that-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-111290919630117105</id><published>2005-04-07T14:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-07T14:26:36.300-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Well here is another photo that I took</title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/111290919630117105'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/111290919630117105'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/04/well-here-is-another-photo-that-i-took.html' title='Well here is another photo that I took'/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-111267689277334922</id><published>2005-04-05T12:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T22:07:23.616-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Made ManI wonder sometimes why I do not post as often as I once did. All I do is sit and do is think about how am I going to get out of this one? How and when did I get my self into this? The thinking never stops, in fact it curls around my brain like a snake just lying in wait to strike me when I least expect it. You wake up one morning and some how you wonder how you got here? Was it a blur or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/111267689277334922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/111267689277334922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/04/made-man-i-wonder-sometimes-why-i-do.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-111182403482194760</id><published>2005-03-26T14:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T00:00:34.823-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>RefelctionI woke up today with my cell phone going off to find out that my grandfather is in the hospital again. "Great" I said with sudden note of dispair and grief. How do I begin to sum up my grandfathers life? Even though he is in the hospital for a lower GI blockige. It is something he has faced before, and this is back when he found out that he had Coloin cancer. This time it does not feel </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/111182403482194760'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/111182403482194760'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/03/refelction-i-woke-up-today-with-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-111157015149926431</id><published>2005-03-23T01:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-23T01:29:11.500-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>MoonlightHow did I let it happen? it was the first time I talked to her. How did I let my guard down?Duhh it was the first time on a date, when you talked to her for 3 hours!Am I myself around her?if you where not then she would not have spent and untold amount of time kissing you and hugging you tonight!an Once of silence in her arms is hour worth of talk.Did she like the movies that I brought </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/111157015149926431'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/111157015149926431'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/03/moonlight-how-did-i-let-it-happen-it.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-111095981434481191</id><published>2005-03-16T02:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-15T23:56:54.346-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's been a whileIts been to long since I have been silent and let my hands speak with what only my vocal cords have done up to this point. I have been busy with school and now emerging social life with a significant other and that is story for another day. What I want to talk about tonight is however my mistress that I see at every Friday night at 9:00pm on the SCI FI channel here in the states.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/111095981434481191'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/111095981434481191'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/03/its-been-while-its-been-to-long-since.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-111032736507238089</id><published>2005-03-08T16:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-08T16:16:05.073-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Boots</title><summary type='text'>Here is a photo that I took last year as part of the Rangrette Revels, the Rangrettes and Dance club fundraiser/talent show. so Enjoy new stuff will be coming soon.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/111032736507238089'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/111032736507238089'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/03/boots.html' title='Boots'/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-111026449733564479</id><published>2005-03-08T00:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-03-07T22:55:23.020-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ImagineStark in its beautyUntil the breath of reality passes overwhat is left? What is Right?When does Right become Wrong? When does Atlas give into the weight?Stare into sand, it stings, strips, burns I feel my self sinking.Void, Vapid, FriedBurn This Husk.Spread it's ashes.Back into the sand. Back to the Void.No feelings.No guilt.No Freedom.A little poem. When did I start living in a sand timer</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/111026449733564479'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/111026449733564479'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/03/imagine-stark-in-its-beauty-until.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-110965870388404763</id><published>2005-03-01T12:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-28T22:31:43.886-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>DalASS!!well I made it back from Dallas which was fun and it was with a group of people who made the experience even better. I did see a lot of photographs of which the beauty was luminous. I must say that sometimes I feel a sense of despair when going to a gallery and looking at other artist's work. I know the distance I have to go when I look at work in a gallery and it makes me feel a little </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/110965870388404763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/110965870388404763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/03/dalass-well-i-made-it-back-from-dallas.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-110928669261922751</id><published>2005-02-24T17:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-24T15:11:32.620-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Daydreamer:its 4:52 here in the Kilgore College AGDT computer lab and I have thumbnails due for my Photoshop class that I have not started. I guess thats the way I operate late, last minuet, and just plain sloppy. I wonder if I could daydream on the rest of my life? FUCK it's soo simple to put pencil to paper and just draw, yeah right I have to have 15 thumbnails due by 6pm and here I am </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/110928669261922751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/110928669261922751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/02/daydreamer-its-452-here-in-kilgore.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-110870536003605310</id><published>2005-02-17T23:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-17T21:42:40.036-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>From the I would be Nice Department:my dog just honked all over my bed and it was not that thin, weak ass shit either it was that thick, chunky, industrial puke. I hate you Kibbles and Bits you are to blame for this! I hope you fucktards know that it is 11:30 pm and I am washing my sheets, pure asshatairy!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/110870536003605310'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/110870536003605310'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/02/from-i-would-be-nice-department-my-dog.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-110818825306922418</id><published>2005-02-13T05:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-13T03:24:14.260-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You have to see it for yourself"-Morpheus, The Matrix. 1999I guess that is what I have to take to heart. I not been my happy, jovial, lucky charm’s shelf as of late. Some how I got replaced with a pragmatic, go fuck yourself, get out of my way, I will eat your children Norm. I will state now that I am very jealous of people around me in the photography program, I guess I am selfish because I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/110818825306922418'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/110818825306922418'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/02/you-have-to-see-it-for-yourself.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-110741546846481837</id><published>2005-02-03T01:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-02T23:24:28.463-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>They where chucking Explosive Freedom Spears! Aka Mortar Rounds That was the best joke ever from the mouth of John Stuart! You know why because he is the mother fuckin man! Speaking of A couple of weeks ago I was over at  Jerry's apartment after we went to the bar. So Justin, Jerry, James and I were just chillin over at the apartment when we turned the TV. over to HBO looking for something </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/110741546846481837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/110741546846481837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/02/they-where-chucking-explosive-freedom.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-110669745472092850</id><published>2005-01-28T11:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T09:23:53.270-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hey I am not dead yet!Well finally I made to a keyboard, got a cig in my hand and a wealth of things to talk to yall about, where do I start? Lets see last Saturday I was working at the News Journal and it was around  4:30pm, I was about to be done all I had to do was to go back down to the ground floor walk outside get my mileage sheet and write down what was on the Odometer and turn that in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/110669745472092850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/110669745472092850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/01/hey-i-am-not-dead-yet-well-finally-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-110576823242975426</id><published>2005-01-14T23:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-14T21:57:36.230-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Into The Breach Once MoreI am sure once upon a time that on some distant battleground on some content, a Captain, or a Sargent said that. I know that Shakespeare wrote the line I may be wrong but, damn this my blog and I am the author. School for me starts on Tuesday and once more for another semester I will pick up my book bag everyday, get in my car, turn the key to start the motor, pick a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/110576823242975426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/110576823242975426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/01/into-breach-once-more-i-am-sure-once.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-110543435874976822</id><published>2005-01-11T01:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-11T01:05:58.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/110543435874976822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/110543435874976822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/01/this-is-audio-post-click-to-play.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-110509098850933061</id><published>2005-01-07T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-07T01:43:08.510-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Art of The SpazI know it's been a long time since I have posted but, you know there is a science in giving into lazyness. It starts out with a thought that states, " Oh well I can get that done later today." Or it will be "I can do this later tonight" type of shit that i have been doing since i got off from school for Christmas. Well I can say it's time for a chance but, can you make the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/110509098850933061'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/110509098850933061'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2005/01/art-of-spaz-i-know-its-been-long-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-110422175345917957</id><published>2004-12-27T14:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T00:15:53.460-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Owning Up,  I have to,I really have to, I am just venomous some times gang I cant help it, so the saucy minx know as Lil Banshee girl laid forth the argument that I should talk about what my strengths are. I dunno I feel as if that subject is a mine field and I am walking in blind. Like the wisemen that I fallow; I will use a saying that I have been recited to many times while living here in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/110422175345917957'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/110422175345917957'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/12/owning-up-i-have-toi-really-have-to-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-110392444666009108</id><published>2004-12-24T15:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-24T13:40:46.660-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christmas Eve Well I guess I should state that my lack of bloging was due impart to many late nights in front of my ps 2 and many a movie late at night. I should have a big huge post coming about photography coming up before New Years, and I will be bloging live from Christmas Headquaters at my grandparents house so I am just checking in. I know that last post caused some concern. I want to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/110392444666009108'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/110392444666009108'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/12/christmas-eve-well-i-guess-i-should.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-110292694023312219</id><published>2004-12-13T02:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-13T00:35:40.233-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How does one come to love?How did I end up loving envy? I do know one thing that I am staring at this computer screen ready to commit soul sebiku (sacrifice). Why do I even fucking do this, pour up my soul on a platter and let you my audience eat it up? I am not mad at you I am mad at myself you see. I know that most who read this think that I am some sort of saint, that I am some hero, that I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/110292694023312219'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/110292694023312219'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/12/how-does-one-come-to-love-how-did-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-110232629654805702</id><published>2004-12-06T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T01:44:56.546-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A new Day Same ol" Shit? I dunno, I cant find my pack of cigarettes, I just finished watching Love Actually and realized that I am no Romeo. I mean, Im fat, I have a job where I don't make art, well let me re-phrase that, who would fall in love with a guy that is fat, is holding on to a pipe dream, has bad hair, smells like cigarette smoke, can't make a photo to save his life. I feel like </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/110232629654805702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/110232629654805702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/12/new-day-same-ol-shit-i-dunno-i-cant.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-110185896712127805</id><published>2004-11-30T17:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-30T15:56:07.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>On Her Majesty's Secret DisserviceWell yeah I was supposed to blog live during thanksgiving but the carb overload got to me in a big way. I hit that reclining chair with a vengance and passed smooth out untill dinner time. Well I can attest that I did eat nothing but leftovers for next 5 days!!!! oh god my wastline expanded like cartman off of South Park (BEEFCAKE!!!!) Anyway but back to the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/110185896712127805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/110185896712127805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/11/on-her-majestys-secret-disservice-well.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-110140894859553050</id><published>2004-11-25T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-25T10:55:48.596-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/110140894859553050'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/110140894859553050'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/11/this-is-audio-post-click-to-play.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-110067476367608009</id><published>2004-11-16T00:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T22:59:23.676-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fold, folded, folding.that's what I feel like today, like I am being folded in half, then on turned on my side and being folded like I am Fucking origami. I woke up this morning, knowing something was going to be bad. I should have called Rufus ( my Professor) that I was sick and stayed in my room playing Killzone or doing something other than photographing for the school paper. Yet I had a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/110067476367608009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/110067476367608009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/11/fold-folded-folding.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-109998272587709360</id><published>2004-11-08T00:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-08T22:45:25.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Funeral Pyres For Desire:Inspired by this saucy minx but, could apply to any woman.Be warned this is for adults only:Love,it lingersWispy like the smoke that uncurls from a cigarette.TouchLike daggers throughout the heart, your fingers are as such, cause the twitch.WarmthFrom our bodies collide, coaless, intermingle from embrace.Distanceourselfe's from the world around us, this is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109998272587709360'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109998272587709360'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/11/funeral-pyres-for-desire-inspired-by.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-109964624957829064</id><published>2004-11-05T14:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-05T01:17:29.576-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Apathetic SamaritanI don't know what's with me. It's like all of a sudden I feel like Jabba the hut fat, well it may not be that bad, you know a gang of killers and rogues, Hot green women every where and a smoking hot woman on a chain next to me! Yeah right, as if. The things that I am realizing is that now that I am 25 and, I thought I would be somewhere else, doing some thing else, and even </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109964624957829064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109964624957829064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/11/apathetic-samaritan-i-dont-know-whats.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-109942573638684240</id><published>2004-11-02T14:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-11-02T12:02:16.386-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rise to your Feet, Be Bold, Clinch FistsWake up people its time to vote. Its time to vote for what you belief in, today is a day to make a choice. Right or wrong The Choice we make today is an Important one. War and tax Breaks ( Bush) or War and Social Change ( Kerry). Who do you go with? Well I can't tell you to vote for Bush or Kerry that is your choice. What I can tell you is that I am not </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109942573638684240'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109942573638684240'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/11/rise-to-your-feet-be-bold-clinch-fists.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-109893847887226656</id><published>2004-10-27T23:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-27T21:41:18.873-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today was a good day!I just saw something as a fan of baseball that I thought that would just not happen. Things like this don't happen. Boston is vindicated, the curse lifted, I watched last year as the Boston red sox took the NLCS to its best nail biting, heart winching best. This yet I watched the greatest comeback in Sports history. The Underdog has won, I am crying a little bit as I write </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109893847887226656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109893847887226656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/10/today-was-good-day-i-just-saw.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-109866471998627169</id><published>2004-10-24T17:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-24T17:38:39.986-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109866471998627169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109866471998627169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-is-audio-post-click-to-play.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-109822737528050214</id><published>2004-10-19T18:05:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-20T01:12:59.136-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Its time for class to be over.God I wish I did not have class at 6pm on Tuesday's and Thursday's it sucks the life out of me. I hate it, at least I get to play with the new iMac G5's with Adobe Photoshop CS. I know I have not been bloging that much here lately, and I do apologize for that gang. I have been very busy on the weekends when I do have the time to Blog. I think I might change that </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109822737528050214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109822737528050214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/10/its-time-for-class-to-be-over.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-109779709524139235</id><published>2004-10-15T01:39:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-14T23:40:20.880-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What a Shitty Day.(Update: If you read this post before I took some stuff off it at the end and replaced it because, I was updated on a situation between my friends so....)There are days when you wish, that what you had in your hands was a giant remote control to your life. I wish I could go back in time and delete today. I got yelled at by my mom, Rufus, Betty Craddock ( Flare Advisor), My </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109779709524139235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109779709524139235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/10/what-shitty-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-109748733959050769</id><published>2004-10-11T04:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-11T02:35:39.590-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>This rain wash away.My grandfather suprised me today with a check for Digital SLR camera. I cried folks, I literally cried. I am not worthy of the family that I am in. I am not driving a Bentley or nothing but, when my grandfather writes you a check to get a camera like that because the one they gave me up at Longview News Journal keeps fucking up on me consent basis. A check that in a moment </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109748733959050769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109748733959050769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/10/this-rain-wash-away.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-109696195271342421</id><published>2004-10-05T02:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-05T00:39:12.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My Blog is one year old today.Wow a whole year with this blog. I cant believe that people read my website and actually want to read more! I would just like to say Thank you all who read my blog and tell me to keep going. I owe all of you a big debt. Yet there is one more thing that I have to do, Yes I am doing a interview on my blog. From Sandy:Ok, here's your interview! Copy and paste the Q</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109696195271342421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109696195271342421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/10/my-blog-is-one-year-old-today.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-109669521130742327</id><published>2004-10-01T12:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-10-01T22:33:31.306-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Night Lights Pt.3Shit I need to post more often, Sorry that I have not be posting for all of you that read my site. Well a lot has been going on this week. Kevin ( the head photographer) for Longview News Journal called me today and I go in next week for a piss test and some paper work which means that I have the job on Saturdays now!!!! So if you want to view my photos that I did for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109669521130742327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109669521130742327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/10/friday-night-lights-pt.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-109615299483524285</id><published>2004-09-25T18:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-25T16:02:13.416-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Night Lights Pt 2.You can view my High School Football game photo's here and here. After I was done with Longview News Journal, I ran over to Studio 2000, where some friends of mine hang out and watch Chistina do tattoos. Tracy, Josh, Tex, Jason, Jimmi ( the owner of studio) , Carol (his wife) where there. So after saying hello to everybody, Tracy tells me that she had locked her keys in</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109615299483524285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109615299483524285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/09/friday-night-lights-pt-2.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-109592425262993747</id><published>2004-09-23T02:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-23T00:24:12.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Today I am....I turn 25 today. It was 25 years ago that I was Born in Dubai, the United Arab of Emeriates. What does it feel like to be 25 when just yesterday I was 12? I kinda sucks because its all down hill from here. Yesterday, I blew a photo shoot for Rufus( my photog prof.) because I had my head stuck in my ass. What does it feel to 25 right here Right now? It sucks because, I still live </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109592425262993747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109592425262993747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/09/today-i-am.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-109556895363023864</id><published>2004-09-18T21:42:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T21:42:33.630-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109556895363023864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109556895363023864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/09/this-is-audio-post-click-to-play.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-109549841978512163</id><published>2004-09-18T11:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-18T09:09:39.500-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Weak Sauce.FUCK what a shity night, I only made one good photo for the Longview News Journal. I felt like shit, I Still have not been paid for 3 three weeks work. I feel as if I am just a warm body stuck in the rotation at this place, to be cast aside once the football season is over. You can view my ONE good photo here. God I need a stiff drink and some consolation booty.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109549841978512163'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109549841978512163'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/09/weak-sauce.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-109498567025582793</id><published>2004-09-12T05:38:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-12T03:41:10.256-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The filament.(inspired by "How Do" off of the sneaker pimps album Becoming X)The flicker of our light.burns bright by the light of day.our skin, like blades of grass.sway to and fro, from which heat becomes.heat to friction, from electrons to metal.We burn bright, like light, constant, in our embrace.My hips sway from your play.Blades of grass, do not stay, our skin is a kiln.weak </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109498567025582793'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109498567025582793'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/09/filament.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-109492947278913062</id><published>2004-09-11T12:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-11T12:04:32.790-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'></summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109492947278913062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109492947278913062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/09/this-is-audio-post-click-to-play_11.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-109487952194331737</id><published>2004-09-10T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-10T22:13:57.990-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Friday Night LightsWell another week another football game for me to shoot. This time I had to shoot Hallsville at Marshall. so you can find the photos here and here . Also I would like to say that today is my mother B-day so whish her a happy B-day today gang.Anwhoo I am off to finish eating dinner and then I am going to go hang out with my friends. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109487952194331737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109487952194331737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/09/friday-night-lights-well-another-week.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-109471723662533872</id><published>2004-09-08T03:07:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-09T01:07:16.626-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>God I love Reno 911!Thank god for that show. It feels nice to come home to this after the day I have had. I had to photograph spot news for the Kilgore college news paper. What it boils down to is that I saw one of the worst accidents I have ever seen. What was even worse was that I had to photograph it. There are times in a photographers life when you have to call into question what you are </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109471723662533872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109471723662533872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/09/god-i-love-reno-911-thank-god-for-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-109432886186024457</id><published>2004-09-04T15:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-09-04T13:14:21.860-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>So where have I been?Well folks I guess I will take the time to go a head and tell everyone that I got a job photographing on weekends for Longview news journal. So that is what I did all day yesterday after I got out of school. You can see my photo here. I guess I can say that I have a job now, one that is not pushing dishes in a hot ass kitchen with people I don't like. Any whoo I guess its </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109432886186024457'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109432886186024457'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/09/so-where-have-i-been-well-folks-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-109384780973724058</id><published>2004-08-29T01:35:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-29T23:36:49.736-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Blank StareI looked at myself in the mirror today.What I saw scared me.I looked into my eyes and I saw the blank stare.The stare you give right before you betray your best friend.The look you give to your lover after you have cheated them.You know the eyes give it away.I know this because I saw my reflection.Mirror Mirror on my wall.What Horror shall I befall?Will I Fall.Will I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109384780973724058'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109384780973724058'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/08/blank-stare-i-looked-at-myself-in.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-109350341151236683</id><published>2004-08-25T02:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-26T00:16:40.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Traces of the City LightsIts nights like this when I don't give a good god damn about gas prices and I go for a drive. The lights of Longview just passing over my windshield in one rhythmic tracer. I kind of feel as if some bad trip is coming back to get me. So I turn on my trusted cd player in my car and jam out to V.A.S.T. "NUDE." Its been a while since I just shut my mouth, sit down, drive, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109350341151236683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109350341151236683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/08/traces-of-city-lights-its-nights-like.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-109321193709594684</id><published>2004-08-22T17:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-22T15:10:44.550-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Ahh its update time.Well I am sitting here listing to the rain going on outside my kitchen window. I know its been a while since I last posted. I am listing to Bill Withers "Aint No Sunshine" which is ironic because I don't miss Tia at all. I guess, I only miss the sex which is fucked up. I got drunk this weekend and watched on of my friends obliterate himself into udder distruction. A low </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109321193709594684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109321193709594684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/08/ahh-its-update-time.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-109262373564032528</id><published>2004-08-15T21:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-15T19:35:35.640-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>In the shadow of the sunIn the absence of light there is dark.In the crevices of my mind there is nothing but the thought of you.I can tell you why people die alone.I can tell you why Man kills and Women slay the soul.I can tell you that soiled sheets can be cleaned.I can tell you about the leather couch.I could tell a Lie and say "I miss you."You would rather be Tipsy, Miss me, then try</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109262373564032528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109262373564032528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/08/in-shadow-of-sun-in-absence-of-light.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-109229241444171631</id><published>2004-08-11T23:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-11T23:33:34.440-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Longview News Journal Obituary for my grandmother.Irene Jordan NuchiaMass of Christian burial for Irene Jordan Nuchia, 88, of Longview will be celebrated at 2 p.m. Thursday, Aug. 12, 2004, at St. Mary's Catholic Church with the Rev. Mark Dunne officiating. A rosary will be recited at 1:30 p.m. prior to the Mass. Entombment will follow in Rosewood Park's Chapel Mausoleum under the direction</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109229241444171631'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109229241444171631'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/08/longview-news-journal-obituary-for-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-109211831837204683</id><published>2004-08-09T13:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-09T23:11:58.373-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The longest day.My grandmother died today at 8:30 pm. Her last breath was with her daughter, my mother holding her hand.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109211831837204683'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109211831837204683'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/08/longest-day.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-109144889497978404</id><published>2004-08-02T07:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T05:20:52.503-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Casinos and Board Games.This weekend I ended up in Shrevesport, Louisiana. The whole reason for going out to the casinos was for a friend of mine who had just come back into town to visit. So I call Tracy to find out what's going on and to tell her that I am going to be late. Well I thought to my self, " Why not go all out." I was dressed to the nines. Dark Blue Suit jacket, Black shirt, Dark </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109144889497978404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109144889497978404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/08/casinos-and-board-games.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-109145174654454156</id><published>2004-08-02T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-08-02T06:02:26.543-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Check'em OutNew blogs on the blog list. I will say now that I am sorry for those that I have cut but its been a while since some of you Y'all have posted. So anyway have fun reading folks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109145174654454156'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109145174654454156'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/08/checkem-out-new-blogs-on-blog-list.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-109071600680159849</id><published>2004-07-24T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-24T17:40:06.800-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>B.B. King was right. I can say with all honesty that when you run into your ex at a wall mart that any good thoughts you had about said person have just gone to shit. So here I sit at my desk  getting ready to head over to tracy's house for a little BBQ! So I was elated yesterday when I found my B.B. King cd.  listing to him I guess he was right, "The thrill is gone, is gone away for good, Awww</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109071600680159849'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109071600680159849'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/07/b.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-109015320702241216</id><published>2004-07-18T07:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-18T13:54:04.573-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When it all falls down   I guess I should take a lesson from Humpty Dumpty. Today has been the worst day of my adult life. Tia as I found out this evening was using me. I don't know anymore, I am sitting here listing to Miles Davis "Blue in Green" drinking some red whine. I know it sounds like I am a woman or something but it's the only thing in the house that is readily available for </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109015320702241216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/109015320702241216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/07/when-it-all-falls-down.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-108988365550738111</id><published>2004-07-15T01:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T03:03:41.846-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Love is a Raven When it flys.Alone,broke,3:46am, and I am numb. T (her real name is Tia) told me today that "WE" need to go back to square one and be friends. I took it all in sitting in guest bed of her house. Well actually James and I where asked to be over at her house today after James got off of work. So James and I show up and we finish watching Blow. Then everyone decides to show up and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108988365550738111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108988365550738111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/07/love-is-raven-when-it-flys.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-108909993122657261</id><published>2004-07-05T23:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-06T00:45:31.226-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Finally My Spiderman 2 ReviewHow do I start this review? Oh boy lets talk about the special effects....ahh no. Or lets talk about the stars Kristen Dunst is sooo hot...Nope. Fuck Where do I begin? Yeah now I have it, LOVE, You see this movie is a love ode, ballad, opera, movie, painting, comic book and tone poem to geeks everywhere. Why do you think this a movie about love Norm? Because I said </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108909993122657261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108909993122657261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/07/finally-my-spiderman-2-review-how-do-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-108879824142751738</id><published>2004-07-02T12:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-02T12:57:21.426-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Don Corleone is sleeping with the fishesMarlon Brando has died at the age of 80 read about it here</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108879824142751738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108879824142751738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/07/don-corleone-is-sleeping-with-fishes.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-108866810609344414</id><published>2004-06-30T23:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-07-01T00:48:26.093-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hamburger's, Sweet Tea, Unrequited Love, and some Bullshit.   So I am sitting here drinking some red wine smoking a cigarette, and my minds going, " What the fuck am I going to write about tonight?" You know I could sit here and tell you about, how I wanted a fucking Texas RoadHouse Hamburger with bacon, cheese, and saute'd onions. I could sit here and tell you about how I got grilled by my K (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108866810609344414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108866810609344414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/06/hamburgers-sweet-tea-unrequited-love.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-108812919178657875</id><published>2004-06-24T19:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-24T19:06:31.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A quick Update.Hey I have not posted in 8 day's and wow has some stuff gone down. I will no Longer be a part of the AOL family I am moving out on my own and I have a DSL line now. Anyhow, I will email everyone on Friday to let you know my new Email address. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108812919178657875'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108812919178657875'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/06/quick-update.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-108737798637054674</id><published>2004-06-16T01:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-16T02:26:26.370-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The word Bitch means.As we all know that sometimes we say a word one way it is taken another. I am Guilty of that tonight, T and her friends K,and A joined me up at the local poolhall. So as the night goes, I am kicking ass at pool and buy now most of my friend's that hang out there have gone home except for James (aka the A.d.d Ranger). So James and I are playing a game of pool, James is </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108737798637054674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108737798637054674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/06/word-bitch-means.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-108715507136906432</id><published>2004-06-13T12:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-13T12:45:18.130-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We will call her T.I guess, I should spill the beans. I have been seeing a girl for about a 2 weeks now and we shall call her T. T worked for my mother while she was running the day care, that was until she quit because my church did something real shady to my mother. So we have been hanging out for a while but, until recently I did not even know that She liked me. I must confess, that this was</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108715507136906432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108715507136906432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/06/we-will-call-her-t.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-108669595018307506</id><published>2004-06-08T04:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-08T04:59:10.183-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two Birds one stoneI must say that with much sadness that I have replaced two blogs on my Ye'Ol website here. Tiff and Veronica have not posted in months so it was time to send them to Sanctuary like in Logan's Run. So the two new blogs are up and running the first is Rance; now some of you out there have either read about this supposed A-list actor spilling the beans of what it is like to be </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108669595018307506'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108669595018307506'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/06/two-birds-one-stone-i-must-say-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-108646876990777765</id><published>2004-06-05T13:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-05T13:52:49.906-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Pussy,Asshole,Dickhead what ever you want to call meApparently I am an asshole read here  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108646876990777765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108646876990777765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/06/pussyassholedickhead-what-ever-you.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-108637300319742780</id><published>2004-06-04T11:00:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-06-04T11:16:43.196-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>GEEK Gods!Today I woke up and I was reading Fark.com  and I came across an article that just sums up why I spend so much time in this wired world that we call the internet. In fact it just occurred to me that the Internet is like a demented uncle train wreck that only happens at family reunions after the Wild Turkey and peppermint schnapps come out. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108637300319742780'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108637300319742780'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/06/geek-gods-today-i-woke-up-and-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-108582144873734071</id><published>2004-05-29T01:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-29T02:18:01.943-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>OH GOD MY EYES ARE FLAMING!!!!You know I have professed a love of movies on this site a till I am blue in the face. Tonight I watched a movie that made me want to slam my head with a sledeghammer. I think my eyes are going to catch on fire just to erase the putrid shit that I just subjected myself to. The movie in question is Absolon. Find this movie and set it on fire right there in the video </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108582144873734071'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108582144873734071'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/05/oh-god-my-eyes-are-flaming-you-know-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-108556768647262696</id><published>2004-05-26T02:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-26T03:34:46.473-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blogger Sex Scandal and My battered liver.I was just rolling with laughter after I read a story about this blog. Her name is Jessica Cutler and she was intern on capital hill until the shit hit the fan about her weblog/sexdiary. Read the Wonkette interview and the Washington Post inteview but read her blog first. This serves as a reminder that I should buy a diary with a key lock if I am going </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108556768647262696'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108556768647262696'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/05/blogger-sex-scandal-and-my-battered.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-108513578668104972</id><published>2004-05-21T02:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-21T03:36:26.680-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A pound of Hope and Glass of NewcastleTonight I went out with my friends to go play some pool over at the local pool hall. After watching my buddy James get completely fershickend off of shots and couple of pints. I sat down over by one of the tables we got for the night. I over heard a conversation about how true love is dead. This grabbed my attention right there, I never thought about it in </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108513578668104972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108513578668104972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/05/pound-of-hope-and-glass-of-newcastle.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-108453195241833490</id><published>2004-05-14T03:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-14T03:52:32.420-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wild Horses couldn't' drag me awayIt's 6am on Friday I have no life at all News at a 11!ps. I am not drunk. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108453195241833490'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108453195241833490'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/05/wild-horses-couldnt-drag-me-away-its.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-108425491902772812</id><published>2004-05-10T22:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-10T22:55:19.026-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Frank Sinatra I soo what this as my B-day gift I am not kidding. This is just too cool.  </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108425491902772812'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108425491902772812'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/05/frank-sinatra-i-soo-what-this-as-my-b.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-108387840042394565</id><published>2004-05-06T14:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-07T00:06:29.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cheerios and IronySo I am sitting here eating my cheerieos and I decided for shits and giggles to check out my grades. Well Kilgore decided to not send out grades, instead they post them on the college website. You log in and get your grades. Well as it stands I have a gpa of 1.00 right now because RUFUS won't turn his grades in!!! So yeah also I am wearing the same shirt as this man from this </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108387840042394565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108387840042394565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/05/cheerios-and-irony-so-i-am-sitting.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-108364745183172781</id><published>2004-05-03T22:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-03T22:14:53.140-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I hate finals.I should be studying for my Geo Final, but guess what I think that dvd in my ps2 is going to win. Aha time flies when your Procrasterbating!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108364745183172781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108364745183172781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/05/i-hate-finals.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-108339954441919173</id><published>2004-05-01T01:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-01T01:23:23.826-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>My kung fu is strongrading Blockbuster's Martial arts section (check)Killer Priest, Shaolin master killer, Samurai Armageddon, 5 fingers of death, Snake crane secret, blood of the dragon, Bad dubbing (check) Shitty dialog (check)  flowing clothes sound (check)A fling shoe slapping everyone like it's Rick James (check) Loss of higher brain function a likely possibility. a kick ass </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108339954441919173'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108339954441919173'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/05/my-kung-fu-is-strong-rading.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-108304713690511542</id><published>2004-04-26T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T23:41:15.966-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Papa's Gota Brand New Bag!Hello everyone! I must say Shem this is one damn good lookin blog! So with a new look, does this mean a new Norm? Nope, still as full flavored as ever! I must say that I have been busy with school and such which is why I have not been posting lately. Well last weekend was the First ever Kilgore College News and Photojouralsim banquet. I did win an couple of awards, not</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108304713690511542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108304713690511542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/04/papas-gota-brand-new-bag-hello.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-108296591004448018</id><published>2004-04-26T00:51:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T00:56:02.123-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Blog Fairy Stopped ByLike the blog's new look?(Shem)</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108296591004448018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108296591004448018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/04/blog-fairy-stopped-by-like-blogs-new.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-108270966056221832</id><published>2004-04-23T01:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-23T01:45:08.856-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Too sleepy to PostI plan to write a big huge post today. Keep watching it's COMING why do I feel a Godzilla reference coming up! NOT!</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108270966056221832'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108270966056221832'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/04/too-sleepy-to-post-i-plan-to-write-big.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-108200625107739599</id><published>2004-04-14T22:17:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-25T22:54:13.653-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A day's work and a Bologna SandwichWell, I know its been a week since I last posted, sorry about that gang I really am. School is almost over, I am jumping for joy that it is. Rufus, my wise and infinite teacher, stated last week that he wanted the Veterans tear sheets. Tear sheets is a term in Photojouralism for You have some stuff in the news paper. You tear it out, stick it to a sheet of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108200625107739599'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108200625107739599'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/04/days-work-and-bologna-sandwich-well-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-108140485819934491</id><published>2004-04-07T23:14:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T00:07:44.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am having a Shitty dayI cried for the first time in 3 years today. I almost snapped and stared to kill people today. FUCK, I was late to school and I walk into my Photojournalism class as my Prof. and the rest of the class are walking out. I walk with class into the studio to get a spring fashion shoot done. Well the photojouralism class is a mixture of Veterans (2 or 4 years in the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108140485819934491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108140485819934491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/04/i-am-having-shitty-day-i-cried-for.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-108102732615052676</id><published>2004-04-03T13:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-03T13:25:47.763-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another great blog added to the ever growing blogroll!  Diablo Cody  this site is a tad bit racy but her musing's are great! so read and enjoy! </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108102732615052676'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108102732615052676'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/04/another-great-blog-added-to-ever.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-108080315203053583</id><published>2004-03-31T23:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-31T23:09:30.296-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> The Dark and the lightI don't know how I fell right now, I guess I am kinda numb. I had a interesting conversation last night about morality and God. The discussion came around to whether or not morality and god still exsiste in this world. I like conversations like this. I don't reaffirm my faith this way. The thing I don't like about "Christians" these days is that most of the Christian </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108080315203053583'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108080315203053583'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/03/dark-and-light-i-dont-know-how-i-fell.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-108034583003338464</id><published>2004-03-26T16:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-26T00:57:49.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I am a photographerSo I guess this post will be my ode to my passion in life. I can sit here and pontificate about end on end but, that would not do justice. What I can tell you is that it is the way I make my statement in life is thought this medium. I have over the past two years; I have photographed my grandparents. Why do you ask? Because they are interesting to me they come from a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108034583003338464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108034583003338464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/03/i-am-photographer-so-i-guess-this-post.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5898772.post-108019428507285876</id><published>2004-03-24T21:58:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-24T22:01:32.950-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Damn I need to post more often!Sorry gang that I have not been writing as much as I should be, I have had one hell of a week at The Flair the college newspaper that I sorta work for. I have been photographing the Kilgore college Rangeretts this whole week. People I have been talking to, have been saying things like " Oh now there's a hard job" with a wink and a nuge. Yes people it is hard, to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108019428507285876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5898772/posts/default/108019428507285876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://thepenetrator.blogspot.com/2004/03/damn-i-need-to-post-more-often-sorry.html' title=''/><author><name>Norm Case</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/00931909958503676718</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
