<?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-14691871</id><updated>2011-04-21T20:31:43.609-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing Rocks Harder</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>629</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114226559748862597</id><published>2006-03-13T10:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T10:59:57.540-05:00</updated><title type='text'>New Look, New Location</title><summary type='text'>New address, new look, same great taste.Nothing Rocks Harder has become...The Adjective Primate.Please update your links.  Nothing Rocks Harder will stay active through the month of March, and will be gone by April Fools' Day.  Or will it?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114226559748862597/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114226559748862597' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114226559748862597'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114226559748862597'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/03/new-look-new-location.html' title='New Look, New Location'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114225670821235067</id><published>2006-03-13T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T08:31:48.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Want It Bad, But Not Too Bad</title><summary type='text'>Greetings and salutations, dear readers.We had a very nice weekend, including a dinner with some friends, a trip to my parents' house for Chinese take-out and the NCAA selection show, and a couple of stops at the gym.I was scheduled to go flying Saturday afternoon and, if the weather was acceptable, we were going to fly to Lexington and back, to get some experience with en-route instrument </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114225670821235067/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114225670821235067' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114225670821235067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114225670821235067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-want-it-bad-but-not-too-bad.html' title='I Want It Bad, But Not Too Bad'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114225022129580564</id><published>2006-03-13T06:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T08:04:07.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If Wishes Were Horses</title><summary type='text'>"So, you don't wish that I was a tranny?""No.""Wow, you said that with conviction."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114225022129580564/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114225022129580564' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114225022129580564'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114225022129580564'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/03/if-wishes-were-horses.html' title='If Wishes Were Horses'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114200208373589622</id><published>2006-03-10T09:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T09:48:03.800-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What A World</title><summary type='text'>The Redhead read me the Kentucky blurb from yesterday's USA Today (you know, the 50 states condensed into a page?).Apparently, with just three weeks left in the session for this year, the Kentucky General Assembly is finally getting down to the nitty-gritty of lawmaking.  Among the topics to be discussed:- A bill officially making clogging the State Dance.- An amendment to the above bill, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114200208373589622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114200208373589622' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114200208373589622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114200208373589622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-world.html' title='What A World'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114200242179416914</id><published>2006-03-10T09:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T09:53:41.796-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What A World, Pt. Two</title><summary type='text'>In discussing the current political agenda with my father, he mentioned something that used to go one in the state legislature when he was a young man.According to him, in the good ol' days, the Kentucky State Legislature would introduce the same bill at the beginning of every session, a bill that would levy a tax on hairdressers.  All of the hairdressers in the state would flock to Frankfort to.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114200242179416914/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114200242179416914' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114200242179416914'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114200242179416914'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-world-pt-two.html' title='What A World, Pt. Two'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114191277578653977</id><published>2006-03-09T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T08:59:35.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Perfect</title><summary type='text'>Horoscopes - Thursday, March 9th, 2006AquariusYou'll have an interesting encounter in a public restroom on Saturday, Aquarius.  Do your best to enjoy it, because it will be the highlight of your weekend.PiscesRemember that your public life is just that, public.  As the saying goes, "Man who live in glass house...dress in basement.  And masturbate only on moonless nights."AriesYou will be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114191277578653977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114191277578653977' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114191277578653977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114191277578653977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/03/future-perfect.html' title='Future Perfect'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114190925412465633</id><published>2006-03-09T07:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T08:00:54.180-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Incredible Journey</title><summary type='text'>So, I went to the airport to pick the Redhead up from her trip back from L.A.I'm standing there outside the security checkpoint, and I see her walk out, animatedly chatting with another woman.  Not unusual, my wife is a very friendly and easy-to-like person.I meet up with her (taking her carry-on bag from her shoulder), and she introduces me to her new friend.  As it turns out...New Friend's </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114190925412465633/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114190925412465633' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114190925412465633'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114190925412465633'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/03/incredible-journey.html' title='The Incredible Journey'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114190839568681464</id><published>2006-03-09T07:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T07:46:35.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Death Valley Ain't Got Nothing On Us</title><summary type='text'>Some scientists working with the world's largest X-Ray generator have created the hottest temperatures ever on the planet Earth : 3.6 BILLION (with a B) degrees Farenheit.What makes this story really interesting:1. When the machine created the heat, it actually put out more energy than was put in, which could lead to groundbreaking work in energy sources like fusion.2. The scientists who did it..</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114190839568681464/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114190839568681464' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114190839568681464'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114190839568681464'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/03/death-valley-aint-got-nothing-on-us.html' title='Death Valley Ain&apos;t Got Nothing On Us'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114183535768081821</id><published>2006-03-08T11:26:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T11:29:17.763-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love Technology</title><summary type='text'>Not as much as you, you see/but, still, I love technology.So, had a nice chat with The Redhead while she waited for her flight to board at LAX this morning.  We did a little strategizing about whether or not she would seek a bump on her Atlanta to Louisville flight.  I left it up to her, and I told her I'd get back to her with more information.Due to the magic of the Internet, I can track her </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114183535768081821/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114183535768081821' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114183535768081821'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114183535768081821'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-love-technology_08.html' title='I Love Technology'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114182680106609434</id><published>2006-03-08T09:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T09:06:41.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Looking For A Car?</title><summary type='text'>The Detroit News has posted a survey regarding how long it took different car models to sell, based upon how long the average car would sit on the lot.  Among the fastest-selling cars:Lexus IS - 10 daysToyota Prius - 10 daysScion tC - 10 daysHonda Civic - 13 daysScion xA - 13 Days(Yes, four of the top five sellers are manufactured by Toyota...what does that tell you?)And the five slowest-selling </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114182680106609434/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114182680106609434' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114182680106609434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114182680106609434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/03/looking-for-car.html' title='Looking For A Car?'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114182485321300511</id><published>2006-03-08T08:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T08:34:13.290-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Am Such A Spazz</title><summary type='text'>So, here I am, minding my own business in my cube, getting a little work done as I sip my coffee.I've got my headphones plugged into my PowerBook, iTunes on shuffle.  A live performance of a Phish song called Maze (1994/06/22 Columbus, OH, if anyone cares) comes on.  Good stuff.Then it hits the part of the song where a really cacauphonous, driving musical build transitions into this triumphant, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114182485321300511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114182485321300511' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114182485321300511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114182485321300511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-am-such-spazz.html' title='I Am Such A Spazz'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114182205298820988</id><published>2006-03-08T07:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T07:47:33.076-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Best Part Of Waking Up</title><summary type='text'>Mm, there's nothing quite like a bloodletting before dawn.The company is sponsoring a voluntary fitness assessment today (voluntary in that, if you volunteer to do it, you get $25...so, it's not too surprising we have 100% participation).Among the things checked:Blood pressure - GoodWeight - Too muchBody Fat Comp - Won't know until the end results come on Friday, but it can't be goodFlexibility </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114182205298820988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114182205298820988' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114182205298820988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114182205298820988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/03/best-part-of-waking-up.html' title='The Best Part Of Waking Up'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114174155259817484</id><published>2006-03-07T09:20:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T09:25:53.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Macho Machines</title><summary type='text'>Who said the Beetle was for wimps?via AutoBlog</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114174155259817484/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114174155259817484' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114174155259817484'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114174155259817484'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/03/macho-machines.html' title='Macho Machines'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114173994031310341</id><published>2006-03-07T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T08:59:00.363-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Business Model</title><summary type='text'>So, since I can't possibly finance this, I'll go ahead and put this idea out there for my eco-readers to take a look at...In looking around the places where I work and live, I see a lot of roof space going to waste, especially in terms of industrial corporations.Now, I know that, for most people and companies, the major hurdle to installing solar power is the initial cost of the installation vs. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114173994031310341/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114173994031310341' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114173994031310341'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114173994031310341'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/03/business-model.html' title='Business Model'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114173671847894328</id><published>2006-03-07T08:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T08:05:18.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Family Feud</title><summary type='text'>As I mentioned before, The Redhead is out on the West Coast for a couple of days, returning tomorrow (Wednesday) on Delta, through Atlanta.  She had such a good experience taking a bump on a full flight (the Atlanta - Louisville and Louisville - Atlanta legs are always full) that she's considering taking another one on the return trip.  We could always use another big travel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114173671847894328/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114173671847894328' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114173671847894328'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114173671847894328'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/03/family-feud.html' title='Family Feud'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114173584055789109</id><published>2006-03-07T07:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T07:50:40.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Bachelor's Life For Me</title><summary type='text'>With The Redhead in semi-sunny L.A. for a couple of days, I'm set loose as a bachelor once again.My exciting Monday night of being a bachelor involved watching TV, reading, playing video games, going over approach and enroute instrument charts, eating pizza, and watching more TV.I tell you what, I am a party animal.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114173584055789109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114173584055789109' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114173584055789109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114173584055789109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/03/bachelors-life-for-me.html' title='The Bachelor&apos;s Life For Me'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114173522790529997</id><published>2006-03-07T07:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T07:40:27.953-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Sky Is Falling!</title><summary type='text'>As a Mac guy, I get a lot of questions about security concerns, viruses, etc.  I had one friend of the family that was so sure that her laptop had a copy of the new Mac trojan virus on it (newsflash, the Trojan virus is a proof-of-concept program that is not found "in the wild" and doesn't work all that well anyway) that she wouldn't use her laptop, and instead used only her virus-ridden PC (you </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114173522790529997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114173522790529997' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114173522790529997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114173522790529997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/03/sky-is-falling.html' title='The Sky Is Falling!'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114165748028461178</id><published>2006-03-06T08:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T10:04:40.510-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Perfect - Big Yawn Edition</title><summary type='text'>Horoscopes - Monday, March 6nd, 2006Sorry, folks, I can't promise any brilliance this morning.  I'll try to do better on Thursday.AquariusYou should know, Aquarius, that one of the hotties that you will sleep with this week has an STD.  I'd tell you which one, but I enjoy Russian roulette so much...PiscesNobody loves you, Pisces, they just want your money and connections.  Your dog only hangs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114165748028461178/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114165748028461178' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114165748028461178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114165748028461178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/03/future-perfect-big-yawn-edition.html' title='Future Perfect - Big Yawn Edition'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114165255737169429</id><published>2006-03-06T08:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T08:42:37.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Oscars : The Recap</title><summary type='text'>Ok, here is my version of the Academy Awards:Classiest Guy In The Room Award - George Clooney (Ok, I'll admit it, I thought you'd come to nothing when you started on ER...but mad props to you, my Kentucky-born brethren.)Worst Faux Pas In An Acceptance Speech Award - Ang Lee (I mean, seriously, how could you thank the author of the movie, the producers of the movie, the fictional characters in the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114165255737169429/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114165255737169429' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114165255737169429'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114165255737169429'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/03/oscars-recap.html' title='The Oscars : The Recap'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114161255640378644</id><published>2006-03-05T21:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T21:35:56.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Academy Award Halftime Report</title><summary type='text'>The sound mixing sucks.  The vocals are too low and the orchestra is too loud.Also, what the hell is up with the music playing underneath all of the acceptance speeches?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114161255640378644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114161255640378644' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114161255640378644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114161255640378644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/03/academy-award-halftime-report.html' title='Academy Award Halftime Report'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114160242925691040</id><published>2006-03-05T18:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-05T18:47:09.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Oscars : Picks and Probables</title><summary type='text'>Here's my pre-Oscar list of who I think should / will win:Best PictureShould - Good Night, and Good LuckWill - CrashBest ActorShould - Terrance Howard, Hustle &amp; FlowWill - Phillip Seymour Hoffman, CapoteBest ActressShould - Reese Witherspoon, Walk The LineWill - Felicity Huffman, TransamericaBest Supporting ActorShould - George Clooney, SyrianaWill - Paul Giamatti, Cinderella ManBest Supporting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114160242925691040/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114160242925691040' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114160242925691040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114160242925691040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/03/oscars-picks-and-probables.html' title='The Oscars : Picks and Probables'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114140501447464781</id><published>2006-03-03T11:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T11:56:54.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Kind Of Goes Without Saying</title><summary type='text'>From Yahoo! News:LOS ANGELES (Reuters) - A 25-year-old woman grabbed a sheriff deputy's sports utility vehicle on Thursday and led police on a two-hour televised car chase through suburban Los Angeles County.No injuries were reported in the pursuit -- a staple of local TV news in the sprawling car capital of the world.Deputy Dave Jennings said the woman, who was described as having a long </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114140501447464781/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114140501447464781' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114140501447464781'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114140501447464781'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/03/it-kind-of-goes-without-saying.html' title='It Kind Of Goes Without Saying'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114139310167538063</id><published>2006-03-03T08:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T08:38:21.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kids Say The Darndest Things</title><summary type='text'>The Redhead and I went over to my cousin's house to visit with her and help her with her kids (6 month old twins and an almost three year old).  My parents came over for dinner as well, since they hadn't seen the kids since before my mother found out she had cancer.  All in all, it was quite a fun evening.  I could tell my mother was kind of jonesin' for grandchildren, but has been polite enough </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114139310167538063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114139310167538063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114139310167538063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114139310167538063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/03/kids-say-darndest-things.html' title='Kids Say The Darndest Things'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114130753118573323</id><published>2006-03-02T08:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T08:52:11.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Perfect - In Like A Lion Edition</title><summary type='text'>Horoscopes - Thursday, March 2nd, 2006AquariusThis weekend you may feel like you're hemmed in by invisible walls, unable to move more than a few feet in any one direction.  You may feel like you only live for those moments when some unseen force dispenses food into your chamber, and you may spend each day praying that the filtration system doesn't break down again, because you really don't want </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114130753118573323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114130753118573323' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114130753118573323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114130753118573323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/03/future-perfect-in-like-lion-edition.html' title='Future Perfect - In Like A Lion Edition'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114130297125904699</id><published>2006-03-02T07:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T07:36:11.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Questionable Advertising</title><summary type='text'>The Redhead and I ended up watching Armageddon last night, mainly for the humor factor.  The question I have is...has there been a severe drop in tampon purchasing over the last quarter?Seriously, during this three-hour program (yes, we watched the whole thing...shut up), we saw the same ad for Kotex tampons...wait for it...wait for it...eight times.Yes, boys and girls, slightly more than twice </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114130297125904699/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114130297125904699' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114130297125904699'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114130297125904699'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/03/questionable-advertising.html' title='Questionable Advertising'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114122795270633563</id><published>2006-03-01T10:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T10:45:52.706-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sinking Feeling</title><summary type='text'>One of the great things about living in the South...Whenever someone uses your full name, you know you're in trouble.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114122795270633563/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114122795270633563' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114122795270633563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114122795270633563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/03/sinking-feeling.html' title='Sinking Feeling'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114122784445357063</id><published>2006-03-01T10:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T10:44:04.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HelpDesk Call Of The Day : Trouble With Instructions</title><summary type='text'>Now, as The Redhead has pointed out to me, I have a significantly greater grounding in computers and technology than about 90% of the people on the planet, so I need to be a little more understanding about their problems.That being as it may...I received a call yesterday from a gentleman who was attempting to log in to our system.  Here's the call:*ring ring*S.C. : "HelpDesk, S.C. speaking."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114122784445357063/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114122784445357063' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114122784445357063'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114122784445357063'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/03/helpdesk-call-of-day-trouble-with.html' title='HelpDesk Call Of The Day : Trouble With Instructions'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114115239689814209</id><published>2006-02-28T13:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T13:46:36.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>On The (Steve) Jobs</title><summary type='text'>Keynote Day is always a very important day to use Apple fanatics.  It's the day where, for a brief but shining hour, we sit, glued to our computers, looking for the websites that have the latest updates on what His Steveness is presenting.For example, as I type, they've intro'd a new Mac Mini on the Intel chip, and a boombox for the iPod that will serve as a home stereo replacement.Now, normally,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114115239689814209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114115239689814209' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114115239689814209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114115239689814209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/on-steve-jobs.html' title='On The (Steve) Jobs'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114114263576495116</id><published>2006-02-28T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T11:03:55.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why You Always Prepare For The Worst</title><summary type='text'>I take after my father in a lot of ways, but the two traits that we share that are important to this story are our love of flying and our obsession with planning.He flew down to Georgia yesterday to go hunting.  I was chatting with him this morning before I headed out to work, and he mentioned that he had gone through an RTO, or Rejected Take-Off, on their way out of Louisville yesterday.Turns </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114114263576495116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114114263576495116' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114114263576495116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114114263576495116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/why-you-always-prepare-for-worst.html' title='Why You Always Prepare For The Worst'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114113481191968997</id><published>2006-02-28T08:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-28T09:18:23.103-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Putting The Fun Back Into Taxes</title><summary type='text'>So, it's come time to send our tax information to my accountant for this year's return.  Most of the information has already been completed, but The Redhead and I just need to sit down for an hour this evening and bull through the remaining, nit-picky items.However, in an effort to make this as painless as possible, I've come up with a couple of variations on the tax preparation theme:Strip </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114113481191968997/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114113481191968997' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114113481191968997'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114113481191968997'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/putting-fun-back-into-taxes.html' title='Putting The Fun Back Into Taxes'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114106125245939828</id><published>2006-02-27T12:24:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T12:27:32.520-05:00</updated><title type='text'>"I'm going to the oral argument myself."</title><summary type='text'>While this phrase has probably graced the lips of Vickie Lynn Marshall, otherwise known as Anna Nicole Smith, in this instance it was uttered by a probate lawyer, James Wade.Put simply, ANS married an 89 year old millionaire in 1994.  He croaked in 1995.  She claims that his son, Pierce, interfered with his desire to leave her money in his will.  His son, Pierce, says he didn't.And, yes, this is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114106125245939828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114106125245939828' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114106125245939828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114106125245939828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-going-to-oral-argument-myself.html' title='&quot;I&apos;m going to the oral argument myself.&quot;'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114105233238709482</id><published>2006-02-27T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T09:58:52.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At Least We Left Before Rodney Dropped His Pants</title><summary type='text'>The Redhead and I had a busy, fabulous weekend.  Saturday night, after seeing some Brazilian dancers downtown, we headed out to a King Cake party at some friends' house.    For the uninitiated, the King Cake is a braided coffee cake associated with Mardi Gras, with a token (usually a little plastic baby, don't ask me why) baked into it.  The person who gets the piece with the baby has to buy the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114105233238709482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114105233238709482' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114105233238709482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114105233238709482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/at-least-we-left-before-rodney-dropped.html' title='At Least We Left Before Rodney Dropped His Pants'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114104619314340928</id><published>2006-02-27T08:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T08:16:33.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratuitous Cuteness : Keep Away</title><summary type='text'>Good morning, readers of mine. (All 8 of you)Horoscopes will be available a little later this morning, and my regular posting schedule of 4 to 6 Limited Edition Posts per day will resume after that.To tide you over until then, though, I thought I'd share this picture my father took of some visitors to his house yesterday.  My aunt Carol (my mother's sister) brought her twin grandchildren out to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114104619314340928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114104619314340928' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114104619314340928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114104619314340928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/gratuitous-cuteness-keep-away.html' title='Gratuitous Cuteness : Keep Away'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114104592317669954</id><published>2006-02-27T07:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-27T08:43:54.883-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Perfect - End Of February Edition</title><summary type='text'>Horoscopes - Monday, February 237th, 2006AquariusWow, Aquarius, you're in for a fantastic week.  I see a better job, a winning lottery ticket, and tons of mind-blowing sex in the future for the next few days...wait, hold on.  You're Aquarius?  Sorry, wrong horoscope.  The highlight of your week will be trimming your nose and ear hair.  BummerPiscesHoroscope ads work!  Your ad here, (502) 555-1243</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114104592317669954/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114104592317669954' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114104592317669954'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114104592317669954'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/future-perfect-end-of-february-edition.html' title='Future Perfect - End Of February Edition'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114079671437052109</id><published>2006-02-24T10:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T10:58:34.373-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratuitous Cuteness : Bride &amp; Groom</title><summary type='text'>Here's another bit of Gratuitous Cuteness for you, this is the second or third morning of our honeymoon, the Redhead and I got up to watch the sun rise.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114079671437052109/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114079671437052109' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114079671437052109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114079671437052109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/gratuitous-cuteness-bride-groom.html' title='Gratuitous Cuteness : Bride &amp; Groom'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114079630001396398</id><published>2006-02-24T10:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T10:51:40.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shameless Plug</title><summary type='text'>Go over to Edgy Mama's blog and check out the reasons that women shouldn't take men on vacation.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114079630001396398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114079630001396398' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114079630001396398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114079630001396398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/shameless-plug.html' title='Shameless Plug'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114079436261747116</id><published>2006-02-24T10:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T10:19:22.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Discretion</title><summary type='text'>...is the better part of valor.Remember that.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114079436261747116/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114079436261747116' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114079436261747116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114079436261747116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/discretion.html' title='Discretion'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114079055944607405</id><published>2006-02-24T09:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T09:15:59.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>High Society</title><summary type='text'>A friend of mine forwarded this to me in an email.  I know many of you have probably already seen it, but I felt compelled to share:I tell you what, thank god for the Dollar Palace.  There are times that I just can't bring myself to put on the shoes and shirt required by Wal-Mart, but I still need to shop.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114079055944607405/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114079055944607405' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114079055944607405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114079055944607405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/high-society.html' title='High Society'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114078758243197482</id><published>2006-02-24T08:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T08:26:22.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Woo-To-The-Fucking-Hoo</title><summary type='text'>Well, I managed to drag my lazy ass to the gym last night.  It wasn't the world's greatest workout, but it's a start.Thinking about it, I haven't been to the gym since before the wedding (in October).So, I'm playing a little bit of catch-up.And, yes, I know that, on some level, I'm being psychologically influenced, seeing all of these men and women on TV who are in the most incredible shape of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114078758243197482/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114078758243197482' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114078758243197482'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114078758243197482'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/woo-to-fucking-hoo.html' title='Woo-To-The-Fucking-Hoo'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114078595372087398</id><published>2006-02-24T07:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T07:59:13.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Congratulations Are In Order</title><summary type='text'>Congratulations to the Japanese for their first Olympic gold medal in women's figure skating.Seemed like a big deal to them, so I thought I'd add my best wishes to the group.Now, if you REALLY want to win a sport that takes balls, work on the freestyle ski jumping (you know, the one where the jumpers go up a fourteen foot ramp and do incredible twists and flips five stories in the air?)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114078595372087398/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114078595372087398' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114078595372087398'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114078595372087398'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/congratulations-are-in-order.html' title='Congratulations Are In Order'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114074738455395548</id><published>2006-02-23T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T21:16:24.600-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody's Favorite</title><summary type='text'>I just saw an ad on NBC that referenced:"Everybody's favorite psychic soccer mom."I tell you what, we need more psychic soccer moms.We could also use some telekinetic yuppie dads and precognizent honor roll students, what do you say?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114074738455395548/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114074738455395548' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114074738455395548'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114074738455395548'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/everybodys-favorite.html' title='Everybody&apos;s Favorite'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114070710263617102</id><published>2006-02-23T14:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T14:44:56.353-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Perfect - Sunny Thursday Edition</title><summary type='text'>Horoscopes - Thursday, February 23th, 2006AquariusDid you know that you get better gas mileage if you let all of the air out of your tires?  Also, black paint is an excellent stain remover, stop signs with white lines around the border are optional, and 4 inches really is a "good length."PiscesTry to avoid insulting any concert pianists this weekend.  That's all I've got for you.AriesTime to kick</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114070710263617102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114070710263617102' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114070710263617102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114070710263617102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/future-perfect-sunny-thursday-edition.html' title='Future Perfect - Sunny Thursday Edition'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114072107478893906</id><published>2006-02-23T13:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T13:57:54.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Sports</title><summary type='text'>"Are you sure you don't mind me blocking the Olympics?""Hon, the Olympics is just guys going down a snowy hill on plastic planks.  These are titties in my face.  I don't mind at all."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114072107478893906/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114072107478893906' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114072107478893906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114072107478893906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/winter-sports.html' title='Winter Sports'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114071294705644330</id><published>2006-02-23T11:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T13:59:32.756-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sweet Duck Love</title><summary type='text'>Please don't ask why I've been researching duck mating habits (you get some weird hits when you Google "duck erections"), but I ran across an entry on the mating practices of Mallards this morning."Mating for Mallards is not simply an act of procreation.  in fact, it is part of the ritualized pair bonding.  It may occur several times a day for months prior to actual egg laying.This up, down, up, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114071294705644330/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114071294705644330' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114071294705644330'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114071294705644330'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/sweet-duck-love.html' title='Sweet Duck Love'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114071244749238535</id><published>2006-02-23T11:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T11:34:07.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Words To Live By</title><summary type='text'>"Of course, you can't ride home on a bowl of goat.  I've always said that."-Ron White, Drunk In Public</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114071244749238535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114071244749238535' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114071244749238535'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114071244749238535'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/words-to-live-by.html' title='Words To Live By'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114070282953858491</id><published>2006-02-23T08:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T08:53:49.673-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Reasons Why</title><summary type='text'>The trip to Memphis had an unexpected up side, namely, reminding me why I enjoy working for a small, closely-held company.The trip was an executive branch visit, I had just hopped on because I.T. had something it needed to take care of at the branch.  The purpose of the visits, for the executives, is twofold.  First, it allows them to talk to all of the managers and get a sense of how things are </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114070282953858491/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114070282953858491' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114070282953858491'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114070282953858491'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/reasons-why.html' title='Reasons Why'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114070158575694806</id><published>2006-02-23T08:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T08:33:05.816-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Flying Blind</title><summary type='text'>Hey hey hey, kiddos.  S.C. here, back from his wonderful day trip to Memphis (I'm trying to type sarcastically).  Actually it wasn't bad, just short.  1 hour down (corporate jets RULE!), 3 hours on the ground, 1 hour back.Witty posts and horoscopes will resume today.After we got back yesterday, I had a flight lessons scheduled with my instructor.  I didn't think we were going to be able to use a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114070158575694806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114070158575694806' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114070158575694806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114070158575694806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/flying-blind.html' title='Flying Blind'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114054705756592642</id><published>2006-02-21T13:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T13:37:37.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Addictions</title><summary type='text'>Why am I addicted to office supplies?  I had to run by Office Depot for some padded mailers for work, and all of a sudden I'm browsing the entire store, just enraptured by the writing implements, planning and scheduling tools, organizational items, everything.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114054705756592642/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114054705756592642' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114054705756592642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114054705756592642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/addictions.html' title='Addictions'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114053447864516848</id><published>2006-02-21T10:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T10:07:58.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brown Goes Green</title><summary type='text'>My environmentalist readers will enjoy this one.United Parcel Service (UPS) just announced that, in 2006, the company will order 50 hybrid delivery trucks (at twice the cost of normal trucks) and 4,100 high-efficiency trucks, which will give a 15% decrease in fuel consumption.Gas savings for the hybrids is projected at 44,000 gallons per year (880 gal/year/truck).Gas savings for the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114053447864516848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114053447864516848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114053447864516848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114053447864516848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/brown-goes-green.html' title='Brown Goes Green'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114053333855969664</id><published>2006-02-21T09:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T11:43:00.480-05:00</updated><title type='text'>How The Hell Did This Happen?</title><summary type='text'>Watching the winter Olympics, I really enjoy figuring out where the events came from.  Ski jumping and downhill skiing are pretty easy to figure out.  The biathalon is pretty easy too, it comes from chasing something down and killing it in the snow.What I don't get is curling.  Seriously.  Who said, "Hey, shuffleboard is such a fucking awesome sport, wouldn't it be extreme to put it on ice and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114053333855969664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114053333855969664' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114053333855969664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114053333855969664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/how-hell-did-this-happen.html' title='How The Hell Did This Happen?'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114053284348157481</id><published>2006-02-21T09:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T09:40:43.526-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Choices</title><summary type='text'>So, yesterday and today I've been working a later shift in order to perform some network upgrades after our branches close.  (For the technically-minded who are interested, we're upgrading fractional T-1 lines from either 512kbps or 768kbps to full T-1s at each of 14 remote branches)The up side is, I'm very much more awake, even just sleeping in that extra hour.  Additionally, it's quite nice to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114053284348157481/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114053284348157481' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114053284348157481'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114053284348157481'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/choices.html' title='Choices'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114046602642816389</id><published>2006-02-20T15:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T15:07:06.476-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Your Shipment Has Been Delayed</title><summary type='text'>Well, it looks like my shipment from www.MatchesAndLighterFluid.com will be a little late in arriving.(In all seriousness, folks, this is what can happen when you don't declare your hazardous cargo.  Luckily, nobody was hurt.  The cause is still unknown.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114046602642816389/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114046602642816389' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114046602642816389'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114046602642816389'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/your-shipment-has-been-delayed.html' title='Your Shipment Has Been Delayed'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114045443090831904</id><published>2006-02-20T11:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T11:53:50.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>You Said It</title><summary type='text'>Watching the Ski Jumping finals Saturday night, I heard one of the commentators say:"Successful ski jumping depends on convincing your body to do something your brain knows is suicide."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114045443090831904/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114045443090831904' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114045443090831904'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114045443090831904'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/you-said-it.html' title='You Said It'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114044886602716094</id><published>2006-02-20T09:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T10:21:24.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Perfect - Late Morning Edition</title><summary type='text'>Sorry for the delay, kiddos.  I'm working a later shift today and tomorrow.Horoscopes - Monday, February 20th, 2006AquariusYou see that guy over there?  The one in the blue shirt?  Yeah, he's checking you out.  Which is unfortunate, seeing as you have an incredibly huge zit smack dab in the middle of your forehead.  Seriously, this thing is huge, like, orca huge.  It's like a little volcanic </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114044886602716094/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114044886602716094' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114044886602716094'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114044886602716094'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/future-perfect-late-morning-edition.html' title='Future Perfect - Late Morning Edition'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114044389795658689</id><published>2006-02-20T08:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-20T08:58:18.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy President's Day</title><summary type='text'>I, for one, feel that President's Day needs more traditions that involve nipples and strings of plastic beads.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114044389795658689/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114044389795658689' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114044389795658689'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114044389795658689'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/happy-presidents-day.html' title='Happy President&apos;s Day'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114020862139029455</id><published>2006-02-17T15:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T15:37:01.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Concepts</title><summary type='text'>I'm a guy who loves concepts.For example, I love the concept of a flamethrower, because it means that someone had to have said, "You know, I want to set those people, over there, on fire.  But, they're way over there.  If I only had something that would, I don't know, throw flame at them..."In reality, a flamethrower is a horrible, horrible thing.  But I like the concept.Same thing with this:This</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114020862139029455/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114020862139029455' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114020862139029455'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114020862139029455'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/concepts.html' title='Concepts'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114018901261361451</id><published>2006-02-17T10:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T14:24:55.776-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Weekend Plans</title><summary type='text'>This weekend is pretty mellow.I have a flight lesson tomorrow morning.We're seeing Dance Brazil tomorrow evening.EDIT : No, we're not, it's next week.I may fly again on Sunday.Other than that...lie in bed, contribute to the crossword graveyard...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114018901261361451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114018901261361451' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114018901261361451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114018901261361451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/weekend-plans.html' title='Weekend Plans'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114018154835195584</id><published>2006-02-17T07:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T11:19:14.033-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Is "Evasion Tactics 101" An Available Class?</title><summary type='text'>I was talking with my father about my youngest brother, A, who was just elected President of the Inter-Fraternity Council at his college.  We've long joked that A, an economics and commerce major, will rely on my brothers M, a budding accountant, and C, a budding lawyer, to keep him out of trouble.My father's quote this morning:"He's gonna be the Ken Lay of the family."*pause*"Maybe that's not a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114018154835195584/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114018154835195584' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114018154835195584'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114018154835195584'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/is-evasion-tactics-101-available-class.html' title='Is &quot;Evasion Tactics 101&quot; An Available Class?'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114018069387726694</id><published>2006-02-17T07:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T07:51:33.926-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Veni, Vidi, Viici</title><summary type='text'>I may have mentioned to some of you, but not all, that I was starting training for my instrument rating last night.  It was an hour in a simulator, basically working with an instructor on creating a "skills inventory", i.e., how much work he needs to do.  How'd it go?I came.I simulated.I kicked its ass.I figure any time I'm asked, repeatedly, "Are you sure you've never done this before," it's a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114018069387726694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114018069387726694' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114018069387726694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114018069387726694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/veni-vidi-viici.html' title='Veni, Vidi, Viici'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114011122651267149</id><published>2006-02-16T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T12:33:46.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'>HellDesk Call Of The Day : Passwords</title><summary type='text'>*ring ring*S.C. : "Good morning, HelpDesk, S.C. speaking."Caller : "Yeah, I can't get into my server."S.C. : "Um, and which server would that be, ma'am?" (Ed Note : We currently have 16 servers that are regularly accessed by users)Caller : "The one I log on to in the mornings."S.C. : "Sooooo, that would be your Terminal Server?"Caller : "Yeah, that's what I said."S.C. : "Ok, which server number </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114011122651267149/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114011122651267149' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114011122651267149'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114011122651267149'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/helldesk-call-of-day-passwords.html' title='HellDesk Call Of The Day : Passwords'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114010606646010630</id><published>2006-02-16T11:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T11:07:46.460-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Contempt of Michael</title><summary type='text'>Holy shit, I just thoroughly reread that article.I never realized that Michael Jackson has sons named Prince Michael and Prince Michael II.I'm so far out of the loop in Entertainment News...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114010606646010630/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114010606646010630' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114010606646010630'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114010606646010630'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/contempt-of-michael.html' title='Contempt of Michael'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114010596699495307</id><published>2006-02-16T11:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T11:06:07.053-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Contempt Of Court</title><summary type='text'>So, there's been a turn in a publicly watched parental-rights case that has me a little baffled.  The background of the case is that a couple with children filed for divorce in 1999.  At the time, both the mother and the father agreed that the father should have sole parental rights.  The mother even went so far as to say, in court:"These are his children. I had the children for him.  They </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114010596699495307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114010596699495307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114010596699495307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114010596699495307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/contempt-of-court.html' title='Contempt Of Court'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114010459063639516</id><published>2006-02-16T10:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T10:44:49.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Auditory Stimulation - Heaps of Johnson</title><summary type='text'>My lovely Redhead picked herself up a couple of CDs this week (I know, I know, WAAAAY retro), and I have conveniently stolen them so I can rip them to my work computer.The first is Imogen Heap's album Speak For Yourself.  If you don't recognize the name, you may recognize the voice, because she fronts the band Frous Frous, which had a single on the Garden State soundtrack that was also featured </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114010459063639516/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114010459063639516' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114010459063639516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114010459063639516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/auditory-stimulation-heaps-of-johnson.html' title='Auditory Stimulation - Heaps of Johnson'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114009724160598935</id><published>2006-02-16T07:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T08:40:41.723-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Perfect - Post-Valentine's Edition</title><summary type='text'>Greetings to you all!Horoscopes - Thursday, February 16th, 2006AquariusI'm sorry to say, this weekend will definitely not be the Age Of Aquarius for you.  After you manage to drop your cellphone into the toilet on Friday (nice job there, sport), you manage to drop a laptop, keyboard, electric razor, and food processor in the toilet on Saturday.  Avoid legal-size paper this weekend.PiscesLook!  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114009724160598935/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114009724160598935' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114009724160598935'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114009724160598935'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/future-perfect-post-valentines-edition.html' title='Future Perfect - Post-Valentine&apos;s Edition'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114002105144861903</id><published>2006-02-15T11:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T11:30:51.580-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brokeback Willie</title><summary type='text'>Willie Nelson has released a new song for Valentine's Day:Cowboys Are Frequently, Secretly (Fond of Each Other)Here are two lyrics from the song:"What did you think all them saddles and boots was about?""Inside every cowboy there's a lady who'd love to slip out."The thing that makes this funny is...it's true.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114002105144861903/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114002105144861903' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114002105144861903'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114002105144861903'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/brokeback-willie.html' title='Brokeback Willie'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-114001463679726002</id><published>2006-02-15T07:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T09:43:56.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>And Now, Back To The Regularly Scheduled Program</title><summary type='text'>We had a fantastic dinner last night, gifts were exchanged, snuggling was done, a very successful day of love all around.And, now back to mocking the world around me...In recent news, Pamela Anderson has announced that she will be boycotting the Kentucky Derby."It makes me want to avoid Kentucky altogether, which is sad because there are so many great people there," Anderson said in a statement </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/114001463679726002/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=114001463679726002' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114001463679726002'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/114001463679726002'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/and-now-back-to-regularly-scheduled.html' title='And Now, Back To The Regularly Scheduled Program'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113992608445912931</id><published>2006-02-14T08:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T09:08:04.536-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode To The Redhead</title><summary type='text'>No, no poetry here, just a simple declaration of fact on this, our fourth Valentine's Day together (and first as a married couple):I love you.  I know I tell you a lot, but I wanted to make sure that you really knew.  I love you, and being married to you is the best thing that has ever happened to me.I was thinking last night about the past, and the eternal question of what I could've done that </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113992608445912931/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113992608445912931' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113992608445912931'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113992608445912931'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/ode-to-redhead.html' title='Ode To The Redhead'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113992660370066673</id><published>2006-02-14T08:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T09:17:11.160-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode To The Redhead, Part Deux</title><summary type='text'>Oh, and, thanks for not ending the relationship when you learned that I listened to both Yanni and Metallica during the same car trips.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113992660370066673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113992660370066673' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113992660370066673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113992660370066673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/ode-to-redhead-part-deux.html' title='Ode To The Redhead, Part Deux'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113992332484482856</id><published>2006-02-14T08:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T08:22:04.923-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Brokeback Flower Shop</title><summary type='text'>As previously mentioned, The Redhead and I went to an advance screening of Imagine Me &amp; You last night, mainly because it was free.  Neither of us had heard much about the movie other than the basic premise (married woman falls in love with another woman, hilarity ensues) but, again, it was free, so we went.We were both pleasantly surprised at how enjoyable the movie actually was.  Aside from </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113992332484482856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113992332484482856' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113992332484482856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113992332484482856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/brokeback-flower-shop.html' title='Brokeback Flower Shop'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113991792595744983</id><published>2006-02-14T06:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T09:58:05.166-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Hound</title><summary type='text'>We went to an advanced screening of Imagine Me &amp; You last night (it was fun, review to come in a bit).  Though the movie centers around a young couple and the wife's lesbian love interest, my favorite character was the father in law, who provided loads of comic relief.  At one point, the husband tries to talk with his father in law about his new wife, and he responds:"We can't talk about Rachel.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113991792595744983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113991792595744983' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113991792595744983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113991792595744983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/hound.html' title='The Hound'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113986019160976966</id><published>2006-02-13T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T14:49:51.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unexpected Results</title><summary type='text'>I just got a voicemail forwarded to me by my boss, and it falls into the category of "Voicemails I Get So Rarely That I Forgot People Use Voicemail For This Purpose.""I just wanted to call and say thanks for setting my laptop up so it could connect wirelessly at the branches, I got here and it connected right up and is as fast and smooth as ever..."Um...are you sure you're at one of OUR branches?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113986019160976966/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113986019160976966' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113986019160976966'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113986019160976966'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/unexpected-results.html' title='Unexpected Results'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113985579979575692</id><published>2006-02-13T13:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T13:36:39.846-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Salvation, Thy Name Is Caffeine</title><summary type='text'>As I finish off my second large dose of caffeine for the day (I normally just have one in the early morning), I'm starting to feel a little more normal.  Now, I'm only slightly tired, like maybe I just woke up and haven't really gotten it together yet.Baby steps.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113985579979575692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113985579979575692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113985579979575692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113985579979575692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/salvation-thy-name-is-caffeine.html' title='Salvation, Thy Name Is Caffeine'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113984174476630077</id><published>2006-02-13T09:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T09:42:24.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Walking Dead</title><summary type='text'>I don't know why, but I am just bombed today.  It's going to take a hell of a lot of caffeine to get me through the day.Weekend update to come once I wake up a little more.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113984174476630077/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113984174476630077' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113984174476630077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113984174476630077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/walking-dead.html' title='The Walking Dead'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113983591290372741</id><published>2006-02-13T07:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-13T14:31:04.870-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Perfect - Pre-Valentine's Horoscopes</title><summary type='text'>This is what you get when I try to be witty when I can't even focus my eyes. Horoscopes - Thursday, February 9th, 2006AquariusThis will be a good week for you, Aquarius, as you finally realize that puppies, like plants, grow faster if you urinate on them.  Try to spread the love to as many doggies as you can this week, and remember that dogs wearing sweaters are ripe targets for your golden </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113983591290372741/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113983591290372741' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113983591290372741'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113983591290372741'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/future-perfect-pre-valentines.html' title='Future Perfect - Pre-Valentine&apos;s Horoscopes'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113967212660843553</id><published>2006-02-11T10:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T10:35:26.656-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It Was An Honor Just To Be Nominated</title><summary type='text'>Whatever happened to handling a situation gracefully?Apparently, after losing out on the Grammy for Album Of The Year to U2, Mariah Carey locked herself in her dressing room and would not come out for several hours.I tell you what, THAT'S class.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113967212660843553/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113967212660843553' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113967212660843553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113967212660843553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/it-was-honor-just-to-be-nominated.html' title='It Was An Honor Just To Be Nominated'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113959871578175011</id><published>2006-02-10T14:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T14:11:55.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Hooray!</title><summary type='text'>My mother had her last post-operative chemo treatment on Monday, so she is now on her way down to the Florida Keys for some much-deserved R&amp;R in the warm sun.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113959871578175011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113959871578175011' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113959871578175011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113959871578175011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/hooray.html' title='Hooray!'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113957420281697007</id><published>2006-02-10T07:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T07:23:22.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Precious Moments</title><summary type='text'>Have you ever had to pee really, really badly, but were stuck in a situation (I don't know, maybe like a small plane?) where you couldn't relieve yourself for a couple of hours?Do you know how GOOD it feels once you get to the bathroom?  Almost orgasmic.  As a side note, I had a very nice flight last night, bladder issues on the first leg notwithstanding.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113957420281697007/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113957420281697007' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113957420281697007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113957420281697007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/precious-moments.html' title='Precious Moments'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113951370150286120</id><published>2006-02-09T14:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T14:35:01.583-05:00</updated><title type='text'>We Are Not Responsible For Your Lack Of Planning</title><summary type='text'>Just received a call from a salesman who had been working on some Word documents and left them open while he went to lunch.  His computer ran an automated update over the lunch break, and rebooted itself so the update would take effect.  The salesman is flustered because he lost all of his changes.Come to think of it, I think this is the same guy who called me about four months ago and complained</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113951370150286120/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113951370150286120' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113951370150286120'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113951370150286120'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/we-are-not-responsible-for-your-lack.html' title='We Are Not Responsible For Your Lack Of Planning'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113950228398389255</id><published>2006-02-09T11:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T11:24:44.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard Conversation : Office Restroom</title><summary type='text'>Guy : "I don't know what I ate or drank last night, but I've had to piss fifteen times this morning, and I've shit three time since six a.m."God, I could've gone the rest of the month with out hearing that.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113950228398389255/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113950228398389255' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113950228398389255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113950228398389255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/overheard-conversation-office-restroom.html' title='Overheard Conversation : Office Restroom'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113949820548188665</id><published>2006-02-09T10:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T10:16:45.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Computing Tip #1 : Footloose</title><summary type='text'>Here's a tip from your friendly IT worker.If you use a desktop PC, and you keep the tower portion (you know, the box with all the guts) under your desk...DON'T tap it rythmically with your foot throughout the day.  DON'T put it in a position where you will kick it multiple times a day.  DON'T hit it with your chair every time you leave your desk.Your computing life will be happier and more </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113949820548188665/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113949820548188665' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113949820548188665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113949820548188665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/computing-tip-1-footloose.html' title='Computing Tip #1 : Footloose'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113949446597755317</id><published>2006-02-09T08:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T12:01:40.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Perfect - Midweek Edition</title><summary type='text'>Hey hey hey, it's everybody's favorite astrologer, back for more.  Let's see what we have here...Horoscopes - Thursday, February 9th, 2006AquariusYour parents are going to write you out of their will next week, so this weekend might be an opportune time to have a little "discussion" with them.  Avoid front-loading washing machines for a few days.PiscesYou'll experience a bit of added stress this </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113949446597755317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113949446597755317' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113949446597755317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113949446597755317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/future-perfect-midweek-edition.html' title='Future Perfect - Midweek Edition'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113944799998358340</id><published>2006-02-08T20:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-09T10:21:52.573-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Grammy-atical</title><summary type='text'>Hey, why not blog the Grammies?8:02 - Gorillaz kick it off.  Nice animation, I wonder if it looks that good to the people at the event.8:07 - Oh my god, Madonna freaks me out.8:13 - I'm on the couch next to The Redhead and she just turned to me and said,"It really freaks me out that Mariah Carey is competing in the same category with Paul McCartney."8:18 - Stevie Wonder and Alicia Keys.  They're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113944799998358340/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113944799998358340' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113944799998358340'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113944799998358340'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/grammy-atical.html' title='Grammy-atical'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113944129148937684</id><published>2006-02-08T18:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T18:28:11.590-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Market Ability</title><summary type='text'>The Redhead posted a comment on my post regarding the Ad Slogan Generator, which contained some outstanding results:We Do Redhead Right.Dude, You're Getting a Redhead!Get Busy with the Redhead.Gonna Be a While? Grab a Redhead.The Too Good to Hurry Redhead.You Need A Redhead.She informed me after the fact that there had been, in fact, another really good one that she didn't post.  She agreed to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113944129148937684/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113944129148937684' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113944129148937684'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113944129148937684'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/market-ability.html' title='Market Ability'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113940757996914928</id><published>2006-02-08T09:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T09:06:20.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>At The Movies : Hustle &amp; Flow</title><summary type='text'>We watched Hustle and Flow at home last night, and I must now say that Terrence Howard is my front-runner favorite for Best Actor, which is saying a lot, considering how much of a badass I think David Strathairn was in Good Night, and Good Luck.If you really want to get a sense of Howard's incredible range as an actors, watch Crash, then watch Hustle and Flow.  He will blow you away.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113940757996914928/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113940757996914928' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113940757996914928'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113940757996914928'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/at-movies-hustle-flow.html' title='At The Movies : Hustle &amp; Flow'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113940316346257237</id><published>2006-02-08T07:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T07:52:43.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Space Invaders</title><summary type='text'>If any of you were wondering where I disappeared to yesterday, or even if you weren't, I was tracking down and killing viruses.We have it pretty good where I work.  Our Internet security is second to none, and because of that, we haven't had any virus troubles in over three years.  That changed yesterday, when one of our salesmen who had been in Dallas with his laptop last week came back here and</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113940316346257237/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113940316346257237' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113940316346257237'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113940316346257237'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/space-invaders.html' title='Space Invaders'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113932511636384512</id><published>2006-02-07T10:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T10:11:56.406-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Marketability</title><summary type='text'>I ran my name through the Advertising Slogan Generator five times.  Here's what came up:1. Cleans Your Floor Without S.C.2. You Deserve A S.C. Today.3. S.C. Makes Everything Better.4. S.C. Comes to Those Who Wait.and, the best:5. But I'd Rather Have a Bowl of S.C.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113932511636384512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113932511636384512' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113932511636384512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113932511636384512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/marketability.html' title='Marketability'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113931680852980034</id><published>2006-02-07T07:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T10:54:55.043-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Paging Nurse S.C.</title><summary type='text'>I went home after work and played nurse to my ailing Redhead.  She's down with a bit of a cold, so I did my best to make her comfortable and help her get some rest.Warmed up some chicken soup for her (I won't claim I made it), watched the fourth season of Coupling on DVD with her, brought some NyQuil home for her, and tried my best to look sexy in that cute little nurse's costume...those garter </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113931680852980034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113931680852980034' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113931680852980034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113931680852980034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/paging-nurse-sc.html' title='Paging Nurse S.C.'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113923186976573072</id><published>2006-02-06T15:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T13:53:53.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Future Perfect - Your Horoscope For The Week</title><summary type='text'>Since some people seem to enjoy my version of the horoscopes a little too much, I thought I'd share with the rest of the world.  I'm going to try to do this weekly basis, or even bi-weekly if you're really, really lucky.Edit: For those who are curious, I'm a Taurus.  That's why I'm always so full of bullsh*it.Horoscopes - Monday, February 6th, 2006AquariusOn Tuesday, you will develop ESP for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113923186976573072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113923186976573072' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113923186976573072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113923186976573072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/future-perfect-your-horoscope-for-week.html' title='Future Perfect - Your Horoscope For The Week'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113925296673011982</id><published>2006-02-06T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T14:09:26.773-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Scary Thoughts</title><summary type='text'>I have to admit, during the Stones' halftime performance yesterday, one thing and one thing only was running through my head..."Please, dear god, don't let Mick have a wardrobe malfunction!"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113925296673011982/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113925296673011982' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113925296673011982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113925296673011982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/scary-thoughts.html' title='Scary Thoughts'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113924459867703009</id><published>2006-02-06T11:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T11:49:58.720-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Overheard Conversation : Personal Health</title><summary type='text'>Something I could've gone the entire day without hearing:Woman (to another woman) : "Babe, you need to get yourself over to the clinic and see Dr. Jake, because that is NOT Pink Eye."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113924459867703009/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113924459867703009' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113924459867703009'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113924459867703009'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/overheard-conversation-personal-health.html' title='Overheard Conversation : Personal Health'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113923378108809101</id><published>2006-02-06T08:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T13:54:13.586-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What The Hell Am I Writing?</title><summary type='text'>According to Google Analytics, the top two searches that led to my site last week:"Nothing But Ass""Life Sucks"</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113923378108809101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113923378108809101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113923378108809101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113923378108809101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/what-hell-am-i-writing.html' title='What The Hell Am I Writing?'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113898202058803064</id><published>2006-02-03T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T10:53:40.813-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Open Letter To Wade</title><summary type='text'>In my Inbox:Ohh my God has it been long, since we talked!But I didn't know how to react when I found what I did find...This date-website I found won't cost you a dime and on top of it all, I get tomeet all these attractive-members in my area;-)What are you waiting for? I mean it is free-of-cost;-PHere's the linkSincerely!  WadeDear Wade,Thank you for your interest in my dating life.  I know, it's</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113898202058803064/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113898202058803064' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113898202058803064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113898202058803064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/open-letter-to-wade.html' title='Open Letter To Wade'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113892326019564128</id><published>2006-02-02T18:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T18:34:20.236-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Signs Your Life Sucks</title><summary type='text'>You know your life is in the toilet when the people who stage an intervention to get you off of crystal meth are John Stamos, Bob Sagat, and the Olsen Twins.I mean, come on.  Bob Sagat?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113892326019564128/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113892326019564128' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113892326019564128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113892326019564128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/signs-your-life-sucks.html' title='Signs Your Life Sucks'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113889416292083047</id><published>2006-02-02T10:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T10:29:22.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Only In America</title><summary type='text'>My brother forwarded me the link to this photo, taken from a newspaper article.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113889416292083047/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113889416292083047' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113889416292083047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113889416292083047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/only-in-america.html' title='Only In America'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113889033109516201</id><published>2006-02-02T09:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T09:25:31.223-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Ode To The Telegram</title><summary type='text'>Western Union has announced that it will be discontinuing telegram service.  In response to this, my father posted the following:Back in the days of 10bps gusting to 100, the terse-and-to-the-pointness of telegrams was truly an art.  For example, when I was born, my grandfather telegraphed an inquiry about his first grandchild in three words:"Tassel or no?"I think I know from which side of the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113889033109516201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113889033109516201' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113889033109516201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113889033109516201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/ode-to-telegram.html' title='Ode To The Telegram'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113888490325792511</id><published>2006-02-02T07:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-02T07:55:03.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Mmmmmm</title><summary type='text'>Oysters Rockafeller.Flat-iron steak with beans, rice, salsa, guacamole. (Me)Teriyaki chicken sandwich with fries. (Her)Death by Chocolate dessert. (Us, to go)It's a pretty good dinner, made even better by the fact that it was 120 miles away. :)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113888490325792511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113888490325792511' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113888490325792511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113888490325792511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/mmmmmm.html' title='Mmmmmm'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113880761764577057</id><published>2006-02-01T10:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T10:26:57.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dinner Plans</title><summary type='text'>I think The Redhead and I are going to fly up to Indianapolis for dinner tonight.I used to do this a lot with my instructor and his buddies when I was training (about 8 years ago), so I'm looking forward to doing it again with my wife. :)(Damn, I still grin like an idiot every time I talk about my wife.)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113880761764577057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113880761764577057' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113880761764577057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113880761764577057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/dinner-plans.html' title='Dinner Plans'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113880339044482287</id><published>2006-02-01T08:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-01T09:16:30.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'>State Of The Union</title><summary type='text'>If a Presidents speaks to the nation, and nobody cares, does he make a sound?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113880339044482287/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113880339044482287' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113880339044482287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113880339044482287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/02/state-of-union.html' title='State Of The Union'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113873512817521391</id><published>2006-01-31T14:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T14:18:48.266-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Chain Email Wisdom</title><summary type='text'>I received this email as a forward from my lovely wife.: This year, both Groundhog Day and the State of the Union address occur onthe same day.  One involves a meaningless ritual in which we look to a creature of little intelligence for prognostication.  The other involves a groundhog.I don't know who wrote this, but thank you.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113873512817521391/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113873512817521391' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113873512817521391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113873512817521391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/01/chain-email-wisdom.html' title='Chain Email Wisdom'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-14691871.post-113871146061319402</id><published>2006-01-31T07:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-31T07:44:20.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Miracle Of The Loaves And The Fishes</title><summary type='text'>So, for those of you who don't know, the title of this entry refers to a New Testament story about Jesus providing a shit-ton of food for a bunch of smelly, ungrateful people (original King James wording, garunteed!).  As the story goes, he gets his homies (the A-Team) to bring him all of the food they can find, and it ends up being two or three baskets of bread and fish.  He tells them to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/feeds/113871146061319402/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=14691871&amp;postID=113871146061319402' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113871146061319402'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/14691871/posts/default/113871146061319402'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://nothingrocksharder.blogspot.com/2006/01/miracle-of-loaves-and-fishes.html' title='The Miracle Of The Loaves And The Fishes'/><author><name>S.C.</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02305615120753325914</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://static.flickr.com/17/23278966_fdc663c11b.jpg?v=0'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
