<?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-11099638</id><updated>2011-04-21T23:53:42.800-04:00</updated><category term='acid pontification'/><title type='text'>But it's not necessary</title><subtitle type='html'>The biggest sucker deal in retail.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>97</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-1482741865123081720</id><published>2007-04-19T02:26:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-19T02:50:47.964-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Frankie Goes to Paris</title><summary type='text'>I haven't been doing any thinking, part-time or otherwise, just taxes and getting screwed by an unnamed tax preparer and other fun stuff. I did happen to revisit a favorite blog, and read what is now one of my favorite posts of hers. So, since I don't have anything to write just yet, head on over to Avenue F and read about  Frankie's trip to Paris.I know, pretty weak to pimp rather than provide </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/1482741865123081720/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=1482741865123081720' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/1482741865123081720'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/1482741865123081720'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2007/04/frankie-goes-to-paris.html' title='Frankie Goes to Paris'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-6495401475621440380</id><published>2007-03-15T19:46:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:43:55.277-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"Can We Forgive Steve Martin?"</title><summary type='text'>I don't make a lot of money, but I don't have a lot of bills either, you might say I live beneath my means. I don't eat the crackers shaped like fish; I eat the crackers shaped like squares, although I could easily afford the fish. Not braggin'; just sayin', again. Since I have always been the kind of person that would rather pay for something outright than get it on credit, I'm not really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/6495401475621440380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=6495401475621440380' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/6495401475621440380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/6495401475621440380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2007/03/can-we-forgive-steve-martin.html' title='&quot;Can We Forgive Steve Martin?&quot;'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_d5aGyXiVLmI/RfncII2NjZI/AAAAAAAAAAw/tNUb1qWrAjQ/s72-c/stevemartin1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-3663205142782695582</id><published>2007-02-24T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:43:55.305-05:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='acid pontification'/><title type='text'>Like Evelyn Waugh ...ON ACID!!1!</title><summary type='text'>  Favorite Canadian (or is that Canadienne?) and blogger Eva has started regularly sharing the stats on how people get to her blog. I don't get that much traffic, but I will share the more interesting ones when they appear. I'm calling this one "Ahmed, you got some 'splainin' to do!"   On to new business, I've been thinking a bit lately about how we communicate. Written communication has its </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/3663205142782695582/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=3663205142782695582' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/3663205142782695582'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/3663205142782695582'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2007/02/like-evelyn-waugh-on-acid1.html' title='Like Evelyn Waugh ...ON ACID!!1!'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_d5aGyXiVLmI/ReDr_c7oiII/AAAAAAAAAAk/dVIA0o4hHOg/s72-c/iransearch.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-117089761005058650</id><published>2007-02-07T20:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-12-11T11:43:55.325-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest In Peace</title><summary type='text'>Victor was pronounced brain dead this morning and they plan to remove him from life support ... well, about now I think. I guess I should mention that I haven't referred to Victor before and it is an alias but the picture is of him. His cousin Isabel is a coworker and friend, I've mentioned her before, that's not really important. What happened was, sometime around 11 or so on Monday Isabel got a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/117089761005058650/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=117089761005058650' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/117089761005058650'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/117089761005058650'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2007/02/rest-in-peace.html' title='Rest In Peace'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_d5aGyXiVLmI/Rcp9laBN4bI/AAAAAAAAAAU/CKaacNtJ6wk/s72-c/Vic20.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-116995798564509568</id><published>2007-01-27T23:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-27T23:29:57.190-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Watching That's So Raven in my underwear, why do you ask?</title><summary type='text'> I somehow watched a full hour of Power Rangers Mystic Force this morning. I'm not sure what caused this, I didn't plan it, but I've been sick and also on painkillers from my dentist, so I think I kind of zoned out. I'm actually pretty sure, it was about 20 after the hour when I realized it had come on after whatever else I was watching and I hadn't done anything about it.    Not that I have </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/116995798564509568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=116995798564509568' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/116995798564509568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/116995798564509568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2007/01/watching-thats-so-raven-in-my.html' title='Watching That&apos;s So Raven in my underwear, why do you ask?'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-116917075659855349</id><published>2007-01-18T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-18T20:53:50.710-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not older, better bwahahahahaha</title><summary type='text'> I'm getting old. So are you, so STFU, this is not free-for-all, it's a sensitive, endearing self-examination that really suffers when I can hear you mocking me. As I was saying; I'm getting old. I'm pushing 40, in the sense that I will be 40 in just under 3 years. In the more real sense of people only having the ammunition that you hand them, I will start telling people I'm 40 in 5, maybe 8 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/116917075659855349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=116917075659855349' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/116917075659855349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/116917075659855349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2007/01/not-older-better-bwahahahahaha.html' title='Not older, better bwahahahahaha'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-116830679356005160</id><published>2007-01-08T20:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-08T20:49:01.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Go ahead and eat the crackers shaped like fish, you deserve 'em</title><summary type='text'>  I have seen a lot of television over the years, so I would never have predicted that I would be watching as little at this point in my life as I currently do. Then again, I never would have guessed that the greatest advantage of Internet access for me would be banking and bill-paying, but here we are. Oh, I enjoy perusing the oddities offered up by cretin and genius alike, and of course the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/116830679356005160/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=116830679356005160' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/116830679356005160'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/116830679356005160'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2007/01/go-ahead-and-eat-crackers-shaped-like.html' title='Go ahead and eat the crackers shaped like fish, you deserve &apos;em'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-116640344564102796</id><published>2006-12-17T19:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-17T19:57:25.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't we all just get along? Part 1</title><summary type='text'>  Okay people, just a few things we all need to remember during these hectic days of the holiday season. Winter is a wonderful time, the chill in the air keeps us all indoors crowded together more than any other part of the year. Add in the shopping and we are closer together than I personally am at all comfortable with; so we need to go over a few basic concepts that hold our fragile society </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/116640344564102796/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=116640344564102796' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/116640344564102796'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/116640344564102796'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/12/cant-we-all-just-get-along-part-1.html' title='Can&apos;t we all just get along? Part 1'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-116476296041950649</id><published>2006-11-28T19:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-28T20:16:00.486-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stop by, bring a photo and I'll sign it or anything else you have</title><summary type='text'>  I'm not particularly puritanical, and I'm pushing 40, so yes; I've been to a strip club. It's been about 15-16 years, since I was in one of the two usual age brackets for strip club attendees, but I've been. There are just the two main demographics at the strip club, your results may vary.   The first time I ever went to a strip club was the second I turned 18, with my friend Mikey whom is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/116476296041950649/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=116476296041950649' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/116476296041950649'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/116476296041950649'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/11/stop-by-bring-photo-and-ill-sign-it-or.html' title='Stop by, bring a photo and I&apos;ll sign it or anything else you have'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-116199599263843299</id><published>2006-10-27T20:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-27T20:54:35.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of Unreasonable Men</title><summary type='text'>On 10/26/06, D. L. GuyIKnowatNunya.net forwarded (again) to me:&gt;&gt;              Read the entire thing: &gt;&gt; You are driving down the road in your car on a wild, stormy night, when &gt; you pass by a bus stop and you see three people waiting for the bus: &gt; 1. An old lady who looks as if she is about to die.&gt; 2. An old friend who once saved your life. &gt; 3. The perfect partner you have been dreaming about</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/116199599263843299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=116199599263843299' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/116199599263843299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/116199599263843299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/10/speaking-of-unreasonable-men.html' title='Speaking of Unreasonable Men'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-116129772700986763</id><published>2006-10-19T18:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-19T19:19:52.256-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You can buy them pretty much anywhere</title><summary type='text'>I wasn't going to push youtube stuff, but so many people that I try totalk to about this commercial haven't seen it, so here it is.I liked the comment "Someone should tell this guy you can buy Skittles pretty much anywhere." 'Cause, you know; you can. They have them at the hardware store. I'm still not understanding all the different flavor packs, tropical, ice cream flavors, shades of pink, they</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/116129772700986763/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=116129772700986763' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/116129772700986763'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/116129772700986763'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/10/you-can-buy-them-pretty-much-anywhere.html' title='You can buy them pretty much anywhere'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-116061754951559898</id><published>2006-10-11T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-11T22:11:21.806-04:00</updated><title type='text'>So you think you can take it?</title><summary type='text'>Back story: I went 14 years without dental and therefore not seeing adentist. I have had 3 fillings and have several more planned. And now,"The Punchline That Went Nowhere"I was asked by the hygienist when I walked in the room if I had any problems, and I mentioned some sensitivity and slight pain in my front lower gums. She and the dentist agreed it was probably some tartar build-up aggravating </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/116061754951559898/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=116061754951559898' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/116061754951559898'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/116061754951559898'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/10/so-you-think-you-can-take-it.html' title='So you think you can take it?'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-115906296844103612</id><published>2006-09-23T21:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-24T16:25:18.720-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Russian Glue</title><summary type='text'>  Racial supremacists usually don't bother me very much, they only get press on slow news days and even then the liberal media usually manages to show them as the misguided misanthropes that they are, in spite of allowing them the publicity so shamelessly for ratings. I don't have any feelings about the Gaede twins beyond the perception that they are not especially talented but have gained </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/115906296844103612/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=115906296844103612' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/115906296844103612'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/115906296844103612'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/09/russian-glue.html' title='Russian Glue'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-115785379029932840</id><published>2006-09-09T22:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-09T22:27:42.826-04:00</updated><title type='text'>There'd be days like this she said</title><summary type='text'>  I fully realize that sweepstakes and instant winnings are tried-and-true marketing schemes that aren't likely to end anytime soon . The underlying theme of our society is instant gratification, more so with every passing day, so the idea of something free NOW just gets more and more appealing. Not that it ever wasn't appealing, but the sense of entitlement that we have instilled in our young </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/115785379029932840/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=115785379029932840' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/115785379029932840'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/115785379029932840'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/09/thered-be-days-like-this-she-said.html' title='There&apos;d be days like this she said'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-115597065972048602</id><published>2006-08-19T02:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-19T03:36:11.440-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fushing feefs</title><summary type='text'>   What is the deal with motel/hotel towels? It's such a cliché that people steal them -- who would want them? I suppose once upon a time they were very nice, and probably still are in better hotels than I stayed at; but from the abrasive drying I did over the last 10 days I'd say the hotels have figured out a way around all the thievery. First of all, they are like burlap; only scratchier. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/115597065972048602/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=115597065972048602' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/115597065972048602'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/115597065972048602'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/08/fushing-feefs.html' title='Fushing feefs'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-115334846477821731</id><published>2006-07-19T18:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-19T18:44:49.310-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Blaaahhhg!!</title><summary type='text'>When you decide to write about writing, you've definitely crossed into new territory. Whether it's a move up or down depends on where you started at, and what you write, but it's definitely not the most creative topic. If you're new to this particular blog, it's very random, and almost never too personal. I don't talk about my children, or my sex life, or my every waking moment. It's not a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/115334846477821731/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=115334846477821731' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/115334846477821731'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/115334846477821731'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/07/blaaahhhg.html' title='Blaaahhhg!!'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-115285379145260911</id><published>2006-07-14T01:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T01:27:57.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hobo lifting aroma</title><summary type='text'>  I know this lady, well, that's a reach, I don't know that she's all that much of a lady, but she showers regularly and dresses up to go out, so you know, six of one. That part, the 'six of one' part, you knew what I meant, right? I short-handed a cliched old saying because I could save space since everyone knows the rest, and what it means. No? Okay, the saying is, "Six of one, half dozen of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/115285379145260911/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=115285379145260911' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/115285379145260911'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/115285379145260911'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/07/hobo-lifting-aroma.html' title='Hobo lifting aroma'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-115214822237991222</id><published>2006-07-05T21:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-05T21:22:25.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>By any other name, would a twat give you money for name-calling?</title><summary type='text'>T-shirthell.com owner Aaron Schwarz is no longer happy being Aaron Schwarz. No, he's not suicidal; he's decided to change his name. People change their names all the time, what makes soon-to-not-be-Aaron's story newsworthy is that he wants you to help him decide on his new name. Not just out of the kindness of your heart, mind you; he is offering to pay the author of his new moniker $25,000!    </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/115214822237991222/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=115214822237991222' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/115214822237991222'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/115214822237991222'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/07/by-any-other-name-would-twat-give-you.html' title='By any other name, would a twat give you money for name-calling?'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-115153948370523697</id><published>2006-06-28T20:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-28T20:10:47.043-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Where's the money? Don't show it to me, gleesh, just tell me where it is</title><summary type='text'>    I don't despise Rosie O'Donnell much more than anyone else that doesn't like pathological liars, but I do find a certain amount of humor in her "I've made a huge mistake" return to talk television as a co-host. This is the same woman that had the most successful daytime chat show since the days of Mike and Merv, and she walked away. She'd had enough, other important things in her life, blah x</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/115153948370523697/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=115153948370523697' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/115153948370523697'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/115153948370523697'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/06/wheres-money-dont-show-it-to-me-gleesh.html' title='Where&apos;s the money? Don&apos;t show it to me, gleesh, just tell me where it is'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-114990693949316518</id><published>2006-06-09T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-09T22:37:48.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nobody Ever Says, "When I Grow Up, I Want To Be A Cliché"</title><summary type='text'>   I've never seen an episode of Star Trek from beginning to end. I've seen moments here and there, but I've never seen a full installment. Of course, through cultural osmosis I know what people are talking about when they talk about 'beaming up', 'red shirt', and 'Tribbles', and I've seen a few episodes of Next Generation and Enterprise; but not a single time have I seen Kirk and Spock and Bones</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/114990693949316518/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=114990693949316518' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114990693949316518'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114990693949316518'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/06/nobody-ever-says-when-i-grow-up-i-want.html' title='Nobody Ever Says, &quot;When I Grow Up, I Want To Be A Cliché&quot;'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-114816304981129411</id><published>2006-05-20T18:10:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-20T18:42:22.033-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What's this, a secret compartment?</title><summary type='text'>   I don't usually care much for hot sauces, especially those that have no flavor just heat. What's the point when there are salsas and other seasonings that add flavor and heat? That said, the latest entry in a long list of things hastily treated with chipotle since April 4, 2002 is one that makes a lot more sense than most. Tabasco Chipotle, a pepper sauce with smoked jalapenos in it. Genius? </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/114816304981129411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=114816304981129411' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114816304981129411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114816304981129411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/05/whats-this-secret-compartment.html' title='What&apos;s this, a secret compartment?'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-114757565656975658</id><published>2006-05-13T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-13T23:40:37.846-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Looks Good on Paper</title><summary type='text'>  Eventually everyone does an Ameri.can I.dol post, this is mine. In the early episodes of each season, Simon is critiquing how the auditioning performers look and act, yet he also claims that talent is the most important part. The talented heavy girl is gone, the tiny pretty girl is gone, now the shaved head rocker is gone and you have what? Two crooners and an entry from the 'Barbie's less </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/114757565656975658/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=114757565656975658' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114757565656975658'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114757565656975658'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/05/looks-good-on-paper_114757565656975658.html' title='Looks Good on Paper'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-114687903305461961</id><published>2006-05-05T20:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-05T21:41:24.940-04:00</updated><title type='text'>one little, two little, 4600 little indian boys</title><summary type='text'>  I went to high school with a guy whose birthday was May 5th. This was southern California, so there were plenty of parties going on every year, and even though Mexican beer is only good when compared to American beer; I'm sure we cruised a few Mexican de Casas on Li'l E's birthday over the years enjoying free cervezas. We had to have, I just can't recall big chunks of my high school career, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/114687903305461961/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=114687903305461961' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114687903305461961'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114687903305461961'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/05/one-little-two-little-4600-little.html' title='one little, two little, 4600 little indian boys'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-114660623987789801</id><published>2006-05-02T17:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-02T17:47:22.810-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I went to MyS.pace and made myself sad, now you can too!!</title><summary type='text'>  Not make me sad, but make yourself sad like I did, grammar; I'll study up on it.       Mydeathspace.com is an ongoing compilation of the MyS.pace profiles of people that have died. I'll tell you about it so you don't have to visit, but go ahead if you want. It is a tragic idea for a website, tragic in a different way than MyS.pace is, of course. Some of them are just regular sad, someone has </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/114660623987789801/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=114660623987789801' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114660623987789801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114660623987789801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/05/i-went-to-myspace-and-made-myself-sad.html' title='I went to MyS.pace and made myself sad, now you can too!!'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-114627814869626194</id><published>2006-04-28T22:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T22:51:21.066-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Worth the wait? Wait and see</title><summary type='text'>  Best kept secret of smart rock Nina Gordon   has decided that July 18th is a good time to finally unveil her second solo album. If you're unfamiliar with Nina Gordon, she is the less-anger-more-emo former half of  Veruca Salt, now lead by other half Louise Post. If you are unfamiliar with Veruca Salt other than Roald Dahl's "Charlie and the Chocolate Factory" character, you really should get </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/114627814869626194/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=114627814869626194' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114627814869626194'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114627814869626194'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/04/worth-wait-wait-and-see.html' title='Worth the wait? Wait and see'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-114593219432890274</id><published>2006-04-24T22:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-24T22:34:47.340-04:00</updated><title type='text'>All the tea in China? Sounds like a crappy deal; where would you keep it?</title><summary type='text'>  I'm at the job, this is a few weeks ago but I'm just now deciding to write about it, and I am being my usual helpful self (pain in the ass). Isabel sez - you remember   Isabel, don't you? Anyway, Isabel says, "You know, Part-time Thinker," (She doesn't really call me that, I'm protecting my anonyminty freshness) "you're really being a pain in the ass; and not the good kind!" Well now, I'm an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/114593219432890274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=114593219432890274' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114593219432890274'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114593219432890274'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/04/all-tea-in-china-sounds-like-crappy.html' title='All the tea in China? Sounds like a crappy deal; where would you keep it?'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-114549033008834012</id><published>2006-04-19T19:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T21:25:32.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Named after the petri dish manufacturer</title><summary type='text'>In the news, Tom"I'm-so-ungay-yet-defensive-about-it-if-you-say-otherwise-I'll-sue-you-until-you're-so-broke-your-grandchildren-will-be-born-naked"Cruise and Katie"I-was-on-that-one-show,-the-teenaged-angst-one;-no-the-other-one"Holmes have a child named Suri. Sigh, that is really not verymockworthy, kind of a letdown. Then again, I don't want to writeabout famous people all the time anyway. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/114549033008834012/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=114549033008834012' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114549033008834012'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114549033008834012'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/04/named-after-petri-dish-manufacturer.html' title='Named after the petri dish manufacturer'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-114497099539019280</id><published>2006-04-13T19:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T19:38:28.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey, Ponch, you might want to bank some of that</title><summary type='text'>   I got nothing to say, but I feel like posting something, so I'll mock a celebrity. Celebrity in the sense that people have heard of him, not that he is or ever will be all that celebrated.  Wilmer Valderrama, best known as lovable porn and candy addicted Fez on "That 70s Show", is one of those guys you just know you're going to hear about years from now when he's had his head caved in by his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/114497099539019280/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=114497099539019280' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114497099539019280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114497099539019280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/04/hey-ponch-you-might-want-to-bank-some.html' title='Hey, Ponch, you might want to bank some of that'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-114472236803388217</id><published>2006-04-10T22:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T22:26:08.090-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Tootsie Roll I Think I'm In Love With You</title><summary type='text'>Update: A search around Giggle.com finally led me to  retrojunk.com. I'm not sure where the clip resides; I didn't find it under '70s snacks/foods. Maybe they have it in the 80s? Here it is  right here, thanks again retrojunk.com, which is a pretty cool nostalgia wank that I will be revisiting. Oh, the odd thing about search results, I was able to get nowhere by using lyrics, the word 'download',</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/114472236803388217/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=114472236803388217' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114472236803388217'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114472236803388217'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/04/tootsie-roll-i-think-im-in-love-with.html' title='Tootsie Roll I Think I&apos;m In Love With You'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-114461848517581312</id><published>2006-04-09T17:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T17:38:09.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I continue to invent things already invented, remain broke</title><summary type='text'>A few years ago, I had the idea of bandages with cyano acrylate to reduce scarring, as I had sealed a number of minor model-building cuts with it; cyano acrylate is the active or only ingredient in most super or 'ka-raaazy' glues. There is little to no danger of subcutaneous absorption and it is widely available, in fact quite handily available to model builders. I was thinking about medical uses</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/114461848517581312/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=114461848517581312' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114461848517581312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114461848517581312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/04/i-continue-to-invent-things-already.html' title='I continue to invent things already invented, remain broke'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-114402481562869573</id><published>2006-04-02T20:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-02T20:52:05.986-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing, perhaps. Interesting, perhaps not.</title><summary type='text'>Things that amaze me. I am easily amused and amazed, so this is goingto be another one of those things that you might want to bang yourhead into a wall or take a hit of your drug of choice before you readit. Or skip it and go play online poker.  This thing (pictured) was once the best idea anyone could come upwith for a two-wheeled, man-powered vehicle. It reminds me of a notfamous person's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/114402481562869573/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=114402481562869573' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114402481562869573'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114402481562869573'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/04/amazing-perhaps-interesting-perhaps.html' title='Amazing, perhaps. Interesting, perhaps not.'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-114316475921708467</id><published>2006-03-23T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T20:45:59.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll get it done when the time is right and I have sufficiently prepared for the task at hand</title><summary type='text'> Apparently Daniel Whitney, gratingly better known as 'Larry theCable Guy' to those unfortunate enough to hear his cacklingcelebrations of the unwashed; has given permission to the UnitedStates Air Force to use his "Git R Done" slogan. This came as news tome, by way of someone who had never heard of Richard Pryor, so gofigure which one of us is caught in a culture warp. I won't do the'which sign </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/114316475921708467/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=114316475921708467' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114316475921708467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114316475921708467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/03/ill-get-it-done-when-time-is-right-and.html' title='I&apos;ll get it done when the time is right and I have sufficiently prepared for the task at hand'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-114291312296723768</id><published>2006-03-20T22:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T23:01:49.840-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't look in there!</title><summary type='text'>  I have a MySp.ace. It doesn't have anything on it, doesn't even havemy real name. I made it to help a friend spy on her kid and the nutjobteenagers he hangs out with. Along the way, I've found that Isabel'syoung 17 y.o. cousin was not shy about posting pics of herself with avodka bottle and bragging about how often she gets drunk, and theneighbor kid making up pretty much everything on his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/114291312296723768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=114291312296723768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114291312296723768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114291312296723768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/03/dont-look-in-there.html' title='Don&apos;t look in there!'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-114256880147997195</id><published>2006-03-16T23:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T11:26:39.136-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I need to talk to someone about my neighbor</title><summary type='text'>      Just a quick note, they were showing one of those cute li'l storiesat the end of my FBC local news, you know the type, not news in anyreal sense; feel-goodery stories, or just plain strange stories.Tonight's puf'n'fluf story was inappropriate use of the 911 servicefor non-emergency calls. They didn't have the kid wanting help withhis homework from the last time I saw one of these stories, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/114256880147997195/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=114256880147997195' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114256880147997195'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114256880147997195'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-need-to-talk-to-someone-about-my.html' title='I need to talk to someone about my neighbor'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-114239672192602225</id><published>2006-03-14T23:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-16T23:44:15.170-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adobe is a great car made out of clay, but a crap pile of an application</title><summary type='text'>I don't even know how this thing got to be used everywhere. It drags the resources of any computing device naive enough to open it and there is rarely any reason to use the frig anyway. I happened to stumble across  Davidology.com where David was kind enough to say everything I have to say about Adobe Acrobat, maybe better than I would have put it.Dear Adobe Acrobat, I hate you.No, really. I hate</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/114239672192602225/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=114239672192602225' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114239672192602225'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114239672192602225'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/03/adobe-is-great-car-made-out-of-clay.html' title='Adobe is a great car made out of clay, but a crap pile of an application'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-114213669700782646</id><published>2006-03-11T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T23:25:28.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hershey's Web of Lies!</title><summary type='text'>   I recently purchased a six-pack of Take5 candy bars. I had heard of them, seen commercials for them, even noticed how hideous the packaging was, and had little interest. Since you are here because you really want to get to know me; you may as well know I am a cheapskate. I might spend liberally if you somehow convince me to take you out, and when it comes to gift-giving circumstances; but as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/114213669700782646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=114213669700782646' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114213669700782646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114213669700782646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/03/hersheys-web-of-lies.html' title='Hershey&apos;s Web of Lies!'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-114194951023459789</id><published>2006-03-09T19:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T19:11:50.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Simpsons Live Action intro</title><summary type='text'>http://youtube.com/watch?v=49IDp76kjPwThese things have a way of getting around, excuse it if you've beenthere, done that.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/114194951023459789/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=114194951023459789' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114194951023459789'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114194951023459789'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/03/simpsons-live-action-intro.html' title='Simpsons Live Action intro'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-114186444715449013</id><published>2006-03-08T19:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T19:54:11.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fine. Be that way.</title><summary type='text'> Sew few que?       Apparently I am the last to hear of the wonderment that is Sudoku. Not since finally figuring out that the guy on "My Name is Earl" doesn't just look like the Rubber Band Man have I felt so out of the loop. If you don't know, or want to try a few online, go here. It is a logic puzzle with a nine by nine grid of squares, with the digits 1 through 9 appearing only once each in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/114186444715449013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=114186444715449013' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114186444715449013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114186444715449013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/03/fine-be-that-way.html' title='Fine. Be that way.'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-114160828666845343</id><published>2006-03-05T20:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T19:57:08.423-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Stoopy Joins a Club</title><summary type='text'>  Long time acquaintance Stoopy has joined one of the easiest clubs to get into. She has become a member of Knocked Up Teenaged Sluts of America. I say acquaintance because if I had been a friend I guess would have been force-feeding her birth control pills. Part-time Thinker is not the Father, (I haven't engaged in relations with a teenager since I was one), but the Father is someone quite a bit</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/114160828666845343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=114160828666845343' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114160828666845343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114160828666845343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/03/stoopy-joins-club.html' title='Stoopy Joins a Club'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-114036513936468997</id><published>2006-02-19T11:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-19T11:05:39.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One of those games again</title><summary type='text'>Remember the thing with the colors written in a different color? It was like a tongue-twister, but slightly more fun? Green would be 'blue',  yellow would be 'red', and so on? Here it is as a click game, moments of fun, enjoy! </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/114036513936468997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=114036513936468997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114036513936468997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/114036513936468997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/02/one-of-those-games-again.html' title='One of those games again'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-113945065439531756</id><published>2006-02-08T20:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T21:04:14.410-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Craig Speaking</title><summary type='text'>Speaking of Craig Bierko, he was once on Late Night w/Conan O'Brien, telling a tale that I found quite funny. He is longtime pals with Richard Kind, of "Spin City" and "Mad About You", although I can't recall either character's name .... Oh, Paul Lassiter on SC, he was Jamie's hot friend's husband on MAY. Anyway, they have been friends for I believe Bierko said a dozen or so years, and one time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/113945065439531756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=113945065439531756' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113945065439531756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113945065439531756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/02/craig-speaking.html' title='Craig Speaking'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-113945019522281426</id><published>2006-02-08T20:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T20:56:35.230-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fwd: Blogger really sucks sometimes</title><summary type='text'>If you use it you probably already know, nothing else to see here.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/113945019522281426/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=113945019522281426' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113945019522281426'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113945019522281426'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/02/fwd-blogger-really-sucks-sometimes.html' title='Fwd: Blogger really sucks sometimes'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-113944952229176718</id><published>2006-02-08T20:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T20:45:22.296-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Blogger really sucks sometimes</title><summary type='text'>If you use it you probably already know, nothing else to see here. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/113944952229176718/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=113944952229176718' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113944952229176718'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113944952229176718'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/02/blogger-really-sucks-sometimes.html' title='Blogger really sucks sometimes'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-113908939395829888</id><published>2006-02-04T16:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-04T16:55:03.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Peaceful, easy feeling</title><summary type='text'>  So, I'm sitting here after sleeping for the better part of the day,then I get up and stumble in to read some message group stuff. I seetwo innocent people that were being thrashed around finally standingup for themselves in the neo-con circle-jerk group that I misguidedlyjoined a while back, so I didn't feel the need to come to their defense and look like yet another Mister Superior Guy, that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/113908939395829888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=113908939395829888' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113908939395829888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113908939395829888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/02/peaceful-easy-feeling.html' title='Peaceful, easy feeling'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-113875618248059319</id><published>2006-01-31T20:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T20:09:42.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Entertainment</title><summary type='text'>   Isabel tried to bait me into an argument today. I don't recall exactly, I think she was pretending to not understand something, and I asked her why she was doing that; as we both knew better. "I just felt like arguing," was her response, to which I asked didn't she get enough of that at home? She replied that she wanted an argument that she could win and I said "Huh?" and she said that she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/113875618248059319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=113875618248059319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113875618248059319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113875618248059319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/01/thats-entertainment.html' title='That&apos;s Entertainment'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-113798078133936842</id><published>2006-01-22T20:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-22T20:50:18.063-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Separated at Birth? Have You Been to Lenscrafters?</title><summary type='text'>   My Mother, Sister, Brother-in-law, and their children were here for a couple of weeks of the holiday no-school time. Actually, he was only here for one week, he is a middle-management type that doesn't like to let his coworkers, (above  or below him), get a chance to see what things would be like if he were away for too long. Nothing like the paranoia that comes from working your way into a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/113798078133936842/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=113798078133936842' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113798078133936842'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113798078133936842'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/01/separated-at-birth-have-you-been-to.html' title='Separated at Birth? Have You Been to Lenscrafters?'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-113789844100034860</id><published>2006-01-21T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-21T21:54:01.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Still playing games</title><summary type='text'>I rather enjoyed this  one, and these others. Combinationlock is one of those that you can get a lot of fun out of if you like logic puzzles where you get enough information to figure everything out -- if you give it enough thought. The two digit combos are difficult to miss, but the 4 digit ones get into some elaborately schemed clues, "the third reel (digit) is a square which is one third of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/113789844100034860/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=113789844100034860' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113789844100034860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113789844100034860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/01/still-playing-games.html' title='Still playing games'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-113728468192606577</id><published>2006-01-14T19:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T19:24:41.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is fun, isn't it?</title><summary type='text'>I'm working on something really unpleasant, so here is something else for my first post of the year. Ferry Halim has added a game that is so simple that it is infuriating when you mess up!  All the games and the so easy it is difficult one. There are a couple others that are particularly sneaky in how easy they seem, my favorites are  MonkeySlide and Rainmaker . </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/113728468192606577/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=113728468192606577' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113728468192606577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113728468192606577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2006/01/this-is-fun-isnt-it.html' title='This is fun, isn&apos;t it?'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-113512353437118891</id><published>2005-12-20T19:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T19:36:37.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Can't we all just get along? Part 1</title><summary type='text'>  Okay people, just a few things we all need to remember during these hectic days of the holiday season. Winter is a wonderful time, the chill in the air keeps us all indoors crowded together more than any other part of the year. Add in the shopping and we are closer together than I personally am at all comfortable with; so we need to go over a few basic concepts that hold our fragile society </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/113512353437118891/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=113512353437118891' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113512353437118891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113512353437118891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/12/cant-we-all-just-get-along-part-1.html' title='Can&apos;t we all just get along? Part 1'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-113476955208136099</id><published>2005-12-16T16:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-16T16:45:52.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>This is worse</title><summary type='text'>  Okay, I had something to write about, but it has slipped my mind for the moment. (I have a note written somewhere, it'll turn up.) Since I am here anyway, let's all ponder the psychological ramifications of  flirting with your Mom via the Internet. Link to Yahoo infotainment article about a guy that set up a meeting with someone he had courted online, found his Mother there instead of the young</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/113476955208136099/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=113476955208136099' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113476955208136099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113476955208136099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/12/this-is-worse.html' title='This is worse'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-113400602688405316</id><published>2005-12-07T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-07T21:38:46.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The punchline that had no joke (Barry Gibb is not jealous)</title><summary type='text'>  I had some friends that I had been cliqueing with since high school and at one point two of us were working a construction job together. Sometime in the Summer of 1988, Frizzle (name changed for pretty good reasons) and I worked one particular job, a new patio deck and some remodel work inside. The owner of the house was an Italian-American guy with a lot of money (lays finger along side of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/113400602688405316/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=113400602688405316' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113400602688405316'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113400602688405316'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/12/punchline-that-had-no-joke-barry-gibb.html' title='The punchline that had no joke (Barry Gibb is not jealous)'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-113322843353565053</id><published>2005-11-28T20:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-28T20:56:02.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What's in your junk drawer?</title><summary type='text'>No matter the type of household you live in, from low-rent to high-on-the-hog, if you have drawers in your kitchen -- chances are you have a junk drawer. Inspired by the fictional CGI animation flick "Escape From the Junk Drawer", I submit to you a blog-time-waster-thing I just made up. If anyone else has already done it, I didn't steal it, ask George Michael. All you have to do is open the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/113322843353565053/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=113322843353565053' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113322843353565053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113322843353565053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/11/whats-in-your-junk-drawer.html' title='What&apos;s in your junk drawer?'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-113289294728120768</id><published>2005-11-24T23:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-24T23:29:07.323-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Musical Christmas lighting</title><summary type='text'>Quick holiday fun time for you, broken English for me. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/113289294728120768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=113289294728120768' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113289294728120768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113289294728120768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/11/musical-christmas-lighting.html' title='Musical Christmas lighting'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-113236271631223531</id><published>2005-11-18T20:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-18T20:11:56.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's not what this is for, usually</title><summary type='text'>You Might Think dot blogthing is not in the business of storing links to sites of actual entertainment or information, although there are great ones in the sphere, Ultimate Insult comes to mind. There is a team of psychiatrists working several half hours a month to determine what sort of weblog YMT is supposed to be, their project has a completion date that they are not willing to reveal, so that</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/113236271631223531/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=113236271631223531' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113236271631223531'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113236271631223531'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/11/thats-not-what-this-is-for-usually.html' title='That&apos;s not what this is for, usually'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-113202208216097615</id><published>2005-11-14T21:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-14T21:37:51.243-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Update: Playpen Magazine</title><summary type='text'>Back when ever this was I mentioned the fictional nudie mag that is often featured on television shows other than the one Al Bundy used to read, can't for the life of me remember it, must have blocked most memories of that show. Anyway, it is always the same cover, one gets the feeling it might be the same copy traveling from one production studio to the next. Here is a photo of said magazine in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/113202208216097615/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=113202208216097615' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113202208216097615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113202208216097615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/11/update-playpen-magazine.html' title='Update: Playpen Magazine'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-113194167597903535</id><published>2005-11-13T23:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-13T23:14:40.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Madge is not relevant, but telling people makes them doubt it</title><summary type='text'>  It is an interesting cultural anomaly, if that makes any sense, that anything you hear often enough becomes disbelieved by the masses. I understand the reasoning, most people are sheep, so if most people believe it then it probably isn't true; whatever it is just has a good publicist. The contradiction is rather obvious; most people are aware of what sheep most people are, and want to believe </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/113194167597903535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=113194167597903535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113194167597903535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113194167597903535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/11/madge-is-not-relevant-but-telling.html' title='Madge is not relevant, but telling people makes them doubt it'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-113184645143467972</id><published>2005-11-12T20:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-12T20:52:20.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What color should your blog be?</title><summary type='text'>Your Blog Should Be PurpleYou're an expressive, offbeat blogger who tends to write about anything and everything.You tend to set blogging trends, and you're the most likely to write your own meme or survey.You are a bit distant though. Your blog is all about you - not what anyone else has to say.What Color Should Your Blog or Journal Be?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/113184645143467972/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=113184645143467972' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113184645143467972'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113184645143467972'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/11/what-color-should-your-blog-be.html' title='What color should your blog be?'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-113158572986223037</id><published>2005-11-09T20:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-09T20:22:09.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Cover your left eye and lick the back of my neck</title><summary type='text'>   This just in ... Part time Thinker is apparently fully visible to teenaged girls again, after six years or so of nearly complete transparency. Luckily, it is 18 year old girls, so not too creepy to flirt back, unfortunately, they are still about 12-15 years below PTT's minimum age for ... let's say closing the deal. Still, nice to think you still have it when you thought you had lost it -- </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/113158572986223037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=113158572986223037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113158572986223037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113158572986223037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/11/cover-your-left-eye-and-lick-back-of.html' title='Cover your left eye and lick the back of my neck'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-113060462345298588</id><published>2005-10-29T12:50:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-29T12:50:26.653-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Could you do me a favor? Perhaps, since you bothered to ask; just sign here and initial there and there</title><summary type='text'>   Okay people, I have to tell you something. The tread-upons are mad as heck and we're not going to take it anymore. Set the scene PTT, we have no idea what you are thinking about.   Oh, yah, I see.   In my world, there are people that take all the time and never give, not even thanks. This is about them. We have situations that arise where a person will need help and it will be given and no </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/113060462345298588/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=113060462345298588' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113060462345298588'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113060462345298588'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/10/could-you-do-me-favor-perhaps-since.html' title='Could you do me a favor? Perhaps, since you bothered to ask; just sign here and initial there and there'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-113011704163837835</id><published>2005-10-23T21:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-23T21:47:04.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When is a cookie not a cookie?</title><summary type='text'>   When the Brits get involved it's a 'biscuit', but that's not what I'm going for this time. Reaching into the well of personal stories from my family, this week's guest star is my cousin Flem's son Jebediah. (Name changed to protect what innocence he has left.)  Once upon a long ago, GrandMama hitched her wagon to a star by the name of George "Tipsy" McStagger (name also changed). Tipsy is a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/113011704163837835/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=113011704163837835' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113011704163837835'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/113011704163837835'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/10/when-is-cookie-not-cookie.html' title='When is a cookie not a cookie?'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-112916393962419653</id><published>2005-10-12T20:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-12T20:38:59.670-04:00</updated><title type='text'>You know, sometimes you just don't know</title><summary type='text'> It can really become a problem if you aren't careful, the notknowing. All is usually quite well in Blisstown, the realm ofignorance, protected from what we don't know about those we careabout, those we tolerate, those we restrain ourselves with nearlysuper-human strength from grabbing by the neck and .... Those are theeasiest to deal with, the ones we despise; you rarely learn anythingnew that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/112916393962419653/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=112916393962419653' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112916393962419653'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112916393962419653'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/10/you-know-sometimes-you-just-dont-know.html' title='You know, sometimes you just don&apos;t know'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-112863472878480000</id><published>2005-10-06T17:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-06T17:38:48.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Globe scoops YMT, Orpah not gay</title><summary type='text'>  I have long suspected Orpah and her best bud Gail King are a lesbian couple, and had even partially written out a piece about it, shelved it for a while, then the Globe comes out with their version, which pretty much tells me I was way off. They have awebsite, but the story isn't there, they want you to buy the rag, and I think it was a week old when I saw it at the market. I didn't buy it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/112863472878480000/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=112863472878480000' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112863472878480000'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112863472878480000'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/10/globe-scoops-ymt-orpah-not-gay.html' title='Globe scoops YMT, Orpah not gay'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-112830209160528178</id><published>2005-10-02T21:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T21:14:51.616-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Reunion Entertains One</title><summary type='text'>  Back to television, not that we ever leave it for long here at YMT, TV is what keeps the thinking part-time.     Reunion is on FOX, and is one of those shows that makes me glad to live in a time that canceled series end up on DVD. I say that because FOX has decided to place this show on Thursday night opposite the NBC bad hair show and whatever blockbuster not-fully-boring show that CBS has on.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/112830209160528178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=112830209160528178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112830209160528178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112830209160528178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/10/reunion-entertains-one.html' title='Reunion Entertains One'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-112787569843925143</id><published>2005-09-27T22:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-27T22:48:18.476-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Does my saying it make it true?</title><summary type='text'>  Well, of course not, silly bear! Now, if the question is, does my saying it mean that it is true, then the answer is yes. I make a point of not making statements of fact that I am not sure about. But we aren't really talking about me, we're talking about folks that say whatever comes off the top of their head and if it happens to be incredibly far off base surreal not factual, well, so be it. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/112787569843925143/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=112787569843925143' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112787569843925143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112787569843925143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/09/does-my-saying-it-make-it-true.html' title='Does my saying it make it true?'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-112777964978085934</id><published>2005-09-26T20:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-26T20:07:29.820-04:00</updated><title type='text'>See me later ... (unless I see you first)</title><summary type='text'>     Tip of the day: Don't waste your time or your long distance dimes calling to borrow money from me if you have ever tried to get me arrested. Simple enough, donchathink?     Not too long a story, a few years ago I went out of state with two cousins, a brother and sister. We'll call them Flem and Wheezie. Wheezie (the she) was driving her car, and we went from North Cackalackkee to Geeyorga </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/112777964978085934/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=112777964978085934' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112777964978085934'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112777964978085934'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/09/see-me-later-unless-i-see-you-first.html' title='See me later ... (unless I see you first)'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-112770362754285486</id><published>2005-09-25T23:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T23:05:15.860-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Kind of subject line is 'test'?</title><summary type='text'>    Oh, that? I was working through the different functions that are available at blogger, not really expecting to find anything useful, when I came across the post-via-email thing and it seemed a little too simple so I tried it out. It works. It works very well. I may never have to actually visit my blogs ever again, once I get them all their own email addresses set-up. The good part, what is it</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/112770362754285486/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=112770362754285486' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112770362754285486'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112770362754285486'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/09/what-kind-of-subject-line-is-test.html' title='What Kind of subject line is &apos;test&apos;?'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-112770206896286547</id><published>2005-09-25T22:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-25T22:34:28.970-04:00</updated><title type='text'>test</title><summary type='text'>  I saw this show on PBS a couple of Saturdays ago, and I just thought to look it up today. There is this strange little show in the morning, it comes on after the economics shows from the late 80s, some sort of "being a good employee in broken English" kind of thing. What I was intrigued by was that one of the bad English employees being helped by helping lady looked and sounded just like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/112770206896286547/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=112770206896286547' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112770206896286547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112770206896286547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/09/test.html' title='test'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-112760990430022636</id><published>2005-09-24T20:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-24T21:00:45.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How evil?</title><summary type='text'>I am 53% evil.&lt;!-- Image here! --&gt;I'm getting there. I haven't done all the damage I could do but I've done quite a bit. I'm just over the border into the Evil Zone.Are you evil? find out at Hilowitz.com</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/112760990430022636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=112760990430022636' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112760990430022636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112760990430022636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/09/how-evil.html' title='How evil?'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-112715707556072409</id><published>2005-09-19T14:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-19T19:31:37.816-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carson Daly Amuses One</title><summary type='text'>   If you stay up late enough, you're bound to see things you never thought possible. Friday, Sept. 16 Steve Carell was on "Last Call w/ Carson Daly" touting the return of "The Office", and I'm sure the continued success of his movie. Not paying too much attention, I did happen to catch Carell explaining how a scene filmed at a Chili's™ restaurant had to be changed because of Chili's™ MGMT </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/112715707556072409/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=112715707556072409' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112715707556072409'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112715707556072409'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/09/carson-daly-amuses-one.html' title='Carson Daly Amuses One'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-112614655837503079</id><published>2005-09-07T22:12:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T22:29:18.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Napoleon Dyn-o-mite = not that great</title><summary type='text'>   I get it, he is a dufus. He is surrounded by dufi. I get it. One or two lines had me snickering, and then it was over. Scratch that, after 45 minutes of wondering when the great time was going to begin for me, I snickered once. Then light laughs two more times. Like that other guy said at the other place; it was all character and no plot. I get it, there was a plot. Just not a very interesting</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/112614655837503079/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=112614655837503079' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112614655837503079'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112614655837503079'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/09/napoleon-dyn-o-mite-not-that-great.html' title='Napoleon Dyn-o-mite = not that great'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-112614543924606382</id><published>2005-09-07T22:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-07T22:10:39.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This is not a political blog ...</title><summary type='text'>   However I must quote Barbara Bush the Elder, referring to the evacuees in the Astrodome: "And so many of the people in the arena here, you know, were underprivileged anyway, so this is working very well for them..."Hear a recording at WTF is it now? --r-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/112614543924606382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=112614543924606382' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112614543924606382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112614543924606382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/09/this-is-not-political-blog.html' title='This is not a political blog ...'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-112588222736279986</id><published>2005-09-04T19:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T21:03:47.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Curious George Goes to the Hospital</title><summary type='text'>    September started pretty much the same as August, hot and humid, nothing extraordinary. Katrina and New Orleans were on most of our minds more than anything else, otherwise nothing extraordinary. I went to work and came home, nothing extraordinary. I usually sit here and read groups, blogs, and scout for nude pics of Walter Brennan, and Thursday night was no different. I got to sleep around </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/112588222736279986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=112588222736279986' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112588222736279986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112588222736279986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/09/curious-george-goes-to-hospital.html' title='Curious George Goes to the Hospital'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-112587822161007251</id><published>2005-09-04T19:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-04T19:57:01.626-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An open letter to Big Dub</title><summary type='text'>    I got this through leisure guy, whom was linking it from Steve Gilliard, specifically right here, and the original original: http://www.livejournal.com/users/mijan/27168.html. I did mention leisure guy, right? The links on the right side will be updated one of these days, when you read the next personal post you may understand why I haven't done it yet. Follow the livejournal link for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/112587822161007251/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=112587822161007251' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112587822161007251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112587822161007251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/09/open-letter-to-big-dub.html' title='An open letter to Big Dub'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-112553722439831027</id><published>2005-08-31T21:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T21:13:44.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hurricane break</title><summary type='text'>   I had most of a blather piece rolling around in my head, but it doesn't seem like much fun right now. I'll share later this week, very sad conditions in this part of the world right now so I'll just save it. Oh, if you are reading this and I compared you to Charlotte Church recently, I hadn't seen the video and didn't mean it that way. The super-talented part I meant. --r-</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/112553722439831027/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=112553722439831027' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112553722439831027'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112553722439831027'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/08/hurricane-break.html' title='Hurricane break'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-112536897248484480</id><published>2005-08-29T21:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-29T22:29:32.490-04:00</updated><title type='text'>St. James Davis faces new challenges</title><summary type='text'>   After having their pet chimpanzee Moe removed from their care in 1999, St. James and Ladonna Davis began visiting him at the Wildlife Waystation in Lake View Terrace until he was moved to Animal Haven Ranch near Bakersfield in 2004. On March 3rd, while visiting to celebrate Moe's 39th birthday, four other chimpanzees escaped their enclosures and two of them attacked the Davises. Mr. Davis lost</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/112536897248484480/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=112536897248484480' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112536897248484480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112536897248484480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/08/st-james-davis-faces-new-challenges.html' title='St. James Davis faces new challenges'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-112524479716837077</id><published>2005-08-28T11:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-28T12:20:57.943-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Playpen Magazine, click here to subcribe!</title><summary type='text'>   While watching "Malcolm in the Middle" just the other day, I noticed they made use of an old tv fake product, "Oaties" cereal. Something about avoiding eye contact with Lois, Malcolm and Dewey kept dragging the box back and forth across the table to hide. If this makes no sense, there is a point. "Oaties" is a fake product used on tv shows that have enough respect for their art not to sell off</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/112524479716837077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=112524479716837077' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112524479716837077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112524479716837077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/08/playpen-magazine-click-here-to.html' title='Playpen Magazine, click here to subcribe!'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-112501772665519029</id><published>2005-08-25T20:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-25T20:55:26.660-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Pimpin' is very easy, now that you mention it</title><summary type='text'>Inspired by recent events and a somewhat friendly reply from an acquaintance, I have been trying to make a habit of updating, which isn't exarkly easy when you only think part-time. As it happens, blogskipping sometimes brings inspiration, and other times you just find things you want to grab and claim as your own. You might, I don't. By way of reference link at ebc  ("coven" over thataway&gt;&gt;); I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/112501772665519029/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=112501772665519029' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112501772665519029'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112501772665519029'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/08/pimpin-is-very-easy-now-that-you.html' title='Pimpin&apos; is very easy, now that you mention it'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-112492928349944884</id><published>2005-08-24T20:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-24T21:44:11.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A few words on Brother Pat</title><summary type='text'>   I've been asked to say a few words about the recent statement by Pat Robertson. Not the attempted retraction, just the original. As a military strategist, his idea is neither complex nor original, there was a lot of talk of the same such strategic elimination before Operation Desert Storm. Whatever your feelings on the first Gulf War, President Bush the Elder likes a good show as well as </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/112492928349944884/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=112492928349944884' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112492928349944884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112492928349944884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/08/few-words-on-brother-pat.html' title='A few words on Brother Pat'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-112484718612690867</id><published>2005-08-23T21:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T21:42:04.766-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Speaking of Short Guys with Mental Problems</title><summary type='text'>   I don't want to bring up anything too controversial, but this amusedme. Tomcruiseisnuts.com reports a story from allheadlinenews.com (wtf,madeup.com was taken?) that the diminutive actor has spawned a new catchphrase, "Jumping the Couch". The defining moment when you know someone has gone off the deep end. Hijacking metaphors are not my favorite thing, but that was cute. Going postal = going </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/112484718612690867/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=112484718612690867' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112484718612690867'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112484718612690867'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/08/speaking-of-short-guys-with-mental.html' title='Speaking of Short Guys with Mental Problems'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-112455050705124168</id><published>2005-08-20T11:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-23T21:46:31.426-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THAT'S What I'm Talking About</title><summary type='text'>   Randall mentioning the lowestar, and the recent catchphrase thing, got me to thinking again about the origins of this oft-repeated phrase.Usually, I hear it when something has gone particularly well, thespeaker has received something just as they had hoped or better. Anenthusiastic affirmative. Example, I ask for a pen and a very nice penis offered to me, I am then told "Keep it". Woo-hoo, yay</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/112455050705124168/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=112455050705124168' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112455050705124168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/112455050705124168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/08/thats-what-im-talking-about.html' title='THAT&apos;S What I&apos;m Talking About'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-111818976715745768</id><published>2005-06-07T20:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T20:16:07.160-04:00</updated><title type='text'>really stupid</title><summary type='text'>The Completely Pointless Personality Quiz</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/111818976715745768/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=111818976715745768' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/111818976715745768'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/111818976715745768'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/06/really-stupid.html' title='really stupid'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-111818948507722018</id><published>2005-06-07T20:11:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T20:11:25.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>my color</title><summary type='text'>    BLUEYou give your love and friendship unconditionaly. You enjoy long, thoughtful conversations rich in philosophy and spirituality. You are very loyal and intuitive.Find out your color at Quiz Me!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/111818948507722018/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=111818948507722018' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/111818948507722018'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/111818948507722018'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/06/my-color.html' title='my color'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-111818832863092122</id><published>2005-06-07T19:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-07T19:52:08.633-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Dear Bayer, Dear Pfizer</title><summary type='text'>   Dearest Bayer Pharm., I believe it may be time to return to shore. The ship has sailed, all the jokes have been made, and they aren't ever going to be called "Levitra Jokes". It doesn't matter how often you inundate my television with your wonderful, happy couple dancing, men skipping down porch steps, it ain't ... gonna ... happen. They were there first, and it sure is a lucrative market, the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/111818832863092122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=111818832863092122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/111818832863092122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/111818832863092122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/06/dear-bayer-dear-pfizer.html' title='Dear Bayer, Dear Pfizer'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-111776895790598864</id><published>2005-06-02T23:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T23:22:37.910-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you ever think?</title><summary type='text'>Did you ever think ... that your help is more hindrance than assistance?Did you ever think ... that if you really want to help someone you ask them what you can do; you don't tell them how everything they are doing is wrong?Did you ever think ... that your offer of help is more about belittling theability of those you propose to help than any supposed altruism?Did you ever think ... that maybe, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/111776895790598864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=111776895790598864' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/111776895790598864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/111776895790598864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/06/did-you-ever-think.html' title='Did you ever think?'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-111629894603411299</id><published>2005-05-16T22:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-16T23:07:53.133-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Abbv. A few abbreviations for your Internet travels</title><summary type='text'>    I've been trying to figure a way to broach the subject that America'sfavorite woman is probably a lesbian, NTTAWWT, but I can't get it down quite delicately enough just yet. Here is something else.AMT = After My Time: If you are in your fifties; rap came afteryour time, in your forties; rap-metal came after yourtime, in your thirties; you're still pretending to get what is goingon, in your </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/111629894603411299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=111629894603411299' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/111629894603411299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/111629894603411299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/05/abbv-few-abbreviations-for-your.html' title='Abbv. A few abbreviations for your Internet travels'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-111255531595062610</id><published>2005-04-03T15:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-03T15:27:41.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rest in Peace - Last Remarks</title><summary type='text'>   As we know, Terri Schiavo has finally found relief from the prison of her severely damaged mind and body. I rarely find joy in a person's death, nor do I at her's; but I am relieved for her and her family. Perhaps her parents can find another cause to rally around. Her husband, having already moved on; perhaps can have a more peaceful life outside of the camera eye.   There are a lot of things</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/111255531595062610/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=111255531595062610' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/111255531595062610'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/111255531595062610'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/04/rest-in-peace-last-remarks.html' title='Rest in Peace - Last Remarks'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-111188092409235637</id><published>2005-03-26T18:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-26T18:51:02.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More on the living dead</title><summary type='text'>   Watching and reading all the hubub, I haven't seen this many Floridians with nothing better to do than involve themselves in something that doesn't concern them since Elian Gonzalez washed ashore.Here's a thought, take up golf. http://fgolf.com/</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/111188092409235637/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=111188092409235637' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/111188092409235637'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/111188092409235637'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/03/more-on-living-dead.html' title='More on the living dead'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-111180347320207515</id><published>2005-03-25T21:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-25T21:20:03.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Oohay for Yahoo (sarcasm)</title><summary type='text'>     Wellity, wellity, wellity, Yahoo has seen fit to change theappearance of yahoo groups. I believe this is in accordance with theold adage; "If it is broken about 20% of the time, changing thefunctionality from 1998 state-of-the-art to completely nonsensical isthe best you can do. That, and use pastels, everyone loves pastels,especially around the time of year the m &amp; m's are in pastels."     </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/111180347320207515/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=111180347320207515' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/111180347320207515'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/111180347320207515'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/03/oohay-for-yahoo-sarcasm.html' title='Oohay for Yahoo (sarcasm)'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-111146241083814407</id><published>2005-03-21T22:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-21T23:01:24.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Terri Schiavo Must Die</title><summary type='text'>     I keep hearing the local news botch say "This complicated issue". I guess we really have a great divide in this country, where something can be so cut and dried to opposite sides of the issue. I haven't heard anyone on either side that thought it was complicated. You know, the fact that this severely brain-damaged woman's face sometimes contorts into what could be considered a smile really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/111146241083814407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=111146241083814407' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/111146241083814407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/111146241083814407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/03/terri-schiavo-must-die.html' title='Terri Schiavo Must Die'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-111124008620831937</id><published>2005-03-19T08:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-19T09:39:00.330-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Don't Hate Walmart</title><summary type='text'>     I don't particularly care to be there unless I really feel it's necessary; but that's because of all the people and the crowds. The people being rude people, and the crowds being a lot of people, any kind. As you may already know, I don't care much for people as a general rule, but when you get that many in one place; it's never a good idea. Walmart as monopolistic Mom &amp; Pop killer ... nope,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/111124008620831937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=111124008620831937' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/111124008620831937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/111124008620831937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/03/i-dont-hate-walmart.html' title='I Don&apos;t Hate Walmart'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-111076316628381325</id><published>2005-03-13T19:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-13T20:19:26.286-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not that it's too late</title><summary type='text'>So, I have promised some things, and not done them. Hmm, what a friend. Specifically, a set of corner shelves with the overall shape of a rabbit, cartoon-style; not actual rabbit you understand. That would be a pretty small, less-than-useful set of shelves. I promised them over a year ago, so she (the eventual reciever) has forgotten all about them, but I told Lala that I was going to be working </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/111076316628381325/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=111076316628381325' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/111076316628381325'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/111076316628381325'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/03/not-that-its-too-late.html' title='Not that it&apos;s too late'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-111060093426629430</id><published>2005-03-11T22:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T23:15:34.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Not adored, not even once</title><summary type='text'>So, as I am wondering if it will ever become a habit to log and blog here, I am told that former talk-show host, formerly closeted* closeted lesbian, Ros.ie O'don.nell is a few months ahead of me, rambling and pithing and all that rot. Already getting hate posts, and being sad about it. I won't tell you how to get there, it is not my purpose here to provide that kind of information. However, if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/111060093426629430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=111060093426629430' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/111060093426629430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/111060093426629430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/03/not-adored-not-even-once.html' title='Not adored, not even once'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-111002801393551630</id><published>2005-03-05T08:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-05T08:06:53.936-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My first online quiz</title><summary type='text'>Got this from whatsitz, you know; someone else.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/111002801393551630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=111002801393551630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/111002801393551630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/111002801393551630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/03/my-first-online-quiz.html' title='My first online quiz'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-110965336109930319</id><published>2005-03-01T00:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-01T00:02:41.100-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Lala makes me happy</title><summary type='text'>Talked to Lala today via rapid-fire email exchange, gotta love that collated gmail! Good conversations, got a few things cleared up that were left hanging on Friday. With that, I will get 3.5 hours sleep and go back to work.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/110965336109930319/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=110965336109930319' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/110965336109930319'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/110965336109930319'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/03/lala-makes-me-happy.html' title='Lala makes me happy'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-110956542067596424</id><published>2005-02-27T23:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T23:37:00.676-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Late</title><summary type='text'>I'm up late and have to be up in a few hours, wondering if it is worth it to get a few hours sleep or try and coffee through work tomorrow, which it almost is already. Nope, I'm going to sleep, at least lay down. I have no idea why I did this post, trying to get in the habit so some good may eventually come of it, I guess.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/110956542067596424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=110956542067596424' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/110956542067596424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/110956542067596424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/02/late.html' title='Late'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-110946564706089151</id><published>2005-02-26T19:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T19:54:07.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking of someone</title><summary type='text'>I was just getting my usual Saturday afternoon nap, after getting up early in the morning for no reason, when I started thinking about Lala. I hope to get out West to see her sometime this Summer, and she now knows this, so it is on my mind a bit. I'm trying to be more strict with myself saving money and so on. I have what I need to go now, but you can never have too much extra money when you are</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/110946564706089151/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=110946564706089151' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/110946564706089151'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/110946564706089151'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/02/thinking-of-someone.html' title='Thinking of someone'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-11099638.post-110943560394971224</id><published>2005-02-26T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-26T11:33:23.950-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Today</title><summary type='text'>Just putting something here to get a look at it.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/feeds/110943560394971224/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=11099638&amp;postID=110943560394971224' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/110943560394971224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/11099638/posts/default/110943560394971224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://youmightthink.blogspot.com/2005/02/today.html' title='Today'/><author><name>part-time thinker</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/17673240207959593787</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='30' src='http://img170.imagevenue.com/loc320/th_84107_1bday_122_320lo.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
