<?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-6606771</id><updated>2011-04-21T15:17:42.148-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Words of a Madman</title><subtitle type='html'>May the Insane Ramblings Begin</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://wordsofamadman.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofamadman.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>MiscOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09152312842236004422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606771.post-440135853162943083</id><published>2007-06-06T06:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2007-06-06T08:43:13.689-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have been away for a long time.  I was put in an institution, no not really, no really.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;OK,  I was released, no not really, really... and I am reading about Russia getting pissed off at us about our weapon shield in Europe.   How about you get your democracy working and put a stop to your wild ass leader Putin first.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606771-440135853162943083?l=wordsofamadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/440135853162943083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/440135853162943083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofamadman.blogspot.com/2007_06_01_archive.html#440135853162943083' title=''/><author><name>MiscOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09152312842236004422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606771.post-114124111554346970</id><published>2006-03-01T11:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T11:25:15.543-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>It's ok... I'm on medication.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606771-114124111554346970?l=wordsofamadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/114124111554346970'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/114124111554346970'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofamadman.blogspot.com/2006_03_01_archive.html#114124111554346970' title=''/><author><name>MiscOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09152312842236004422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606771.post-112413962370856255</id><published>2005-08-15T13:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-08-15T14:00:23.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Ok... enough with the anti-evolution silliness.  The evangelical South are the only ones who refute evolution.  That is like rebutting that 2+2=4... are you kidding me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scientific community has coddled these people like they have a legitimate argument.  It is time to expose them for what they are.  Evolution in no way discharges God unless you are a firm Christian fundamentalist.  If you are one, you are an intellectual infant.  Let's call a spade a spade.  If you are a moron you are a moron.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Our country (USA) has the lowest achievement in all sciences and mathematics than any other developed nation and we are the laughing stock of the world.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You cannot explain a G in music to a deaf person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606771-112413962370856255?l=wordsofamadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/112413962370856255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/112413962370856255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofamadman.blogspot.com/2005_08_01_archive.html#112413962370856255' title=''/><author><name>MiscOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09152312842236004422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606771.post-112241304674252799</id><published>2005-07-26T14:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-07-26T14:24:08.076-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.nasa.gov/returntoflight/main/index.html?skipIntro=1"&gt;Shuttle Returns to Flight&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606771-112241304674252799?l=wordsofamadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/112241304674252799'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/112241304674252799'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofamadman.blogspot.com/2005_07_01_archive.html#112241304674252799' title=''/><author><name>MiscOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09152312842236004422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606771.post-111688163030697628</id><published>2005-05-23T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-23T13:53:50.313-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I had my first summons for jury duty.  I went to the courthouse this morning and was selected as the final 60 for a criminal felony case.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman charged was probably in her late twenties, early thirties and appeared to be of a lower income.  As they read her indictment she began to cry.  I would cry, too if I had been caught with a pound of methamphetamine.  Obviously she was going to sell it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Luckily, I was juror number 52 out of 58, so I was probably not going to get picked (I wasn't.)  After they sat the final 12 and 1 alternate, the rest of us were allowed to go.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anyway, the point of my entry is the make up of the jury.  It was 9 to 11, middle-aged, middle-class, white, men and women.  There was one or two young African American men.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I thought, "Is this a jury of her peers?"  I don't think so.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606771-111688163030697628?l=wordsofamadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/111688163030697628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/111688163030697628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofamadman.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111688163030697628' title=''/><author><name>MiscOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09152312842236004422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606771.post-111661863854127737</id><published>2005-05-20T12:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-20T12:57:28.713-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I found this funny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It comes from THE TICKET 1310AM radio station in Dallas/Fort Worth.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The country club where THE MASTERS PGA Tournament is held has a long history of discrimination, i.e. not allowing minorities and Jews to join.&lt;br /&gt;They still do not allow women to join by the way.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Referring to Tiger Woods winning, a sports talk show host said,&lt;br /&gt;"Irony alert... Black man dominates MASTERS."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;HAHA! Well, I guess you had to be there.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606771-111661863854127737?l=wordsofamadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/111661863854127737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/111661863854127737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofamadman.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111661863854127737' title=''/><author><name>MiscOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09152312842236004422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606771.post-111538910398318574</id><published>2005-05-06T07:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-05-06T07:18:24.023-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have some complaining to do... Bare with me its therapeutic.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The company I work for is in the midst of negotiations for medical insurance for the employees.  The business is growing and it is a necessity to acquire any people of professional ability.  I am in management and young and I have helped this process begin (I think.)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My wife is currently having a difficult pregnancy with our second child.  She is in the hospital full time on bed rest until our son arrives.  She is due in August.  The hospital bill is running about $10,000 every week.  Not including the OB/GYN or the cost accrued after he is born.  He probably will be premature and the incubator and NICU is around $5,000 a day.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Here is my gripe.  Maybe I am just stressed.  I make decent money and my wife is a full-time homemaker.  It appears the system is set-up in such a way that it punishes young, mildly successful people living in a moderately sized town.  The town is growing and professionals are moving in contributing to the economy and raising property value.  But the businesses are not up to par with large urban areas offering comparable benefits.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I make too much money to get any sort of financial help, but too little to be able to pay in a timely manner.  I contribute to society, I pay my bills, I care about my credit, I want to take care of my family, and I want to buy a home for them in the near future.  So, I'm screwed.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606771-111538910398318574?l=wordsofamadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/111538910398318574'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/111538910398318574'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofamadman.blogspot.com/2005_05_01_archive.html#111538910398318574' title=''/><author><name>MiscOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09152312842236004422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606771.post-111443726430128400</id><published>2005-04-25T06:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T06:54:24.303-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.rock-on-rock-on.com/"&gt;This is crazy...&lt;/a&gt;  I wonder if it has ever gotten him a date?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606771-111443726430128400?l=wordsofamadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/111443726430128400'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/111443726430128400'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofamadman.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111443726430128400' title=''/><author><name>MiscOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09152312842236004422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606771.post-111411675118723949</id><published>2005-04-21T13:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2005-04-21T13:52:31.186-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I recently went to the Texas Motor Speedway to attend the NASCAR Nextel Cup race.  I was taken there by a large company, of which I am a customer.  A schmoozing(?)thing...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We stood on the top of a LARGE RV.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What I am getting at here, is the motley mix of people that were there.  You had your obligatory redneck/hill-billy (whom was more interested in waving their "Show Me Your Tits!" sign and also in making a large pile of beer cans than actually watching the race), the omnipresent WASP family, the old retired couple that is killing time and burning money until they die, and then the professional exec types (generic white republican businessmen).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It is really interesting what I observed.&lt;br /&gt;More to come...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606771-111411675118723949?l=wordsofamadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/111411675118723949'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/111411675118723949'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofamadman.blogspot.com/2005_04_01_archive.html#111411675118723949' title=''/><author><name>MiscOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09152312842236004422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606771.post-110908235207175755</id><published>2005-02-22T06:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-22T06:27:30.106-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I recently watched a movie that has become one of my favorite movies of all time.  I recommend everyone watch &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Napoleon Dynamite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;.  It is available on DVD.  Leave comments if you see it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.collegehumor.com/news/2005-01-20.napoleon.php"&gt;Here is a good sound board for the movie.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606771-110908235207175755?l=wordsofamadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/110908235207175755'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/110908235207175755'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofamadman.blogspot.com/2005_02_01_archive.html#110908235207175755' title=''/><author><name>MiscOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09152312842236004422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606771.post-108377240249372458</id><published>2004-05-05T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-05-05T10:21:21.763-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www-pnp.physics.ox.ac.uk/~azfar/bush.jpg"&gt;This man has the launch codes.&lt;/a&gt;  Lord help us all...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606771-108377240249372458?l=wordsofamadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/108377240249372458'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/108377240249372458'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofamadman.blogspot.com/2004_05_01_archive.html#108377240249372458' title=''/><author><name>MiscOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09152312842236004422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606771.post-108119597589272014</id><published>2004-04-05T13:12:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2004-04-05T13:16:40.343-07:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I am beaten by the fastfood commercial.  Sonic has a series of commercials where they hassle the employee of "another fastfood chain" about how they don't have the drink selection that Sonic has.  They act all surprised and big time the employee.  Why would you hassle some greased teen trying to get movie and Mary Jane (Uncle Gary) money to blow on the weekend.  It is the most ridiculous crap ever transmitted by microwave radiation.  It makes me want to hammer a nail into my forehead.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606771-108119597589272014?l=wordsofamadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/108119597589272014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/108119597589272014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofamadman.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108119597589272014' title=''/><author><name>MiscOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09152312842236004422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606771.post-108092781318042193</id><published>2004-04-02T09:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-02T09:47:13.076-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>This is one of those days where getting anything done at work is like not flinching when you are beheaded by an axe.  I hate these days.  Time passes as if you are traveling at light speed.  I am going out of town this weekend and hoping that I get back home alive.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Next time you enter an elevator don't turn around and face the door.  Just walk in and stare at everyone real crazy like and smile as if you are planning something.  It makes people really tense.  They can't help but look at the floor the whole time. &lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606771-108092781318042193?l=wordsofamadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/108092781318042193'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/108092781318042193'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofamadman.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108092781318042193' title=''/><author><name>MiscOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09152312842236004422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606771.post-108085727773344561</id><published>2004-04-01T14:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T14:11:36.826-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>In the natural course of a person's life they come to realize that they will not see the practical flying car.  It is very similar to the realization that one will die.  Completely life-shattering and hard to shelve in the mind.  Oh to be like &lt;em&gt;The Jetsons&lt;/em&gt;...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606771-108085727773344561?l=wordsofamadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/108085727773344561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/108085727773344561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofamadman.blogspot.com/2004_04_01_archive.html#108085727773344561' title=''/><author><name>MiscOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09152312842236004422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606771.post-108066670162317891</id><published>2004-03-30T09:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-04-01T12:41:09.360-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>If a tree falls in the woods and kills a hiker, does it make a sound?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606771-108066670162317891?l=wordsofamadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/108066670162317891'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/108066670162317891'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofamadman.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108066670162317891' title=''/><author><name>MiscOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09152312842236004422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606771.post-108023618529819657</id><published>2004-03-25T09:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-25T09:39:54.123-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I really have nothing to say.  I guess I could talk about politics or world trade, but I like gum.  A rubber polymer embedded with sugar.  The human brain has evolved to introduce such advances to the universe.  That is why dogs will never rule the Earth.  Forget tool making, they can't make gum.  Go human brain.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606771-108023618529819657?l=wordsofamadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/108023618529819657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/108023618529819657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofamadman.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108023618529819657' title=''/><author><name>MiscOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09152312842236004422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606771.post-108005457308947035</id><published>2004-03-23T07:09:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-23T07:12:59.450-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>The other day I was walking in the woods and low and behold I came across Bigfoot.  He was drunk and complaining about the violence in hockey.  His feet aren't really so big... size 12 maybe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Also, his name is Steve.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606771-108005457308947035?l=wordsofamadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/108005457308947035'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/108005457308947035'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofamadman.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#108005457308947035' title=''/><author><name>MiscOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09152312842236004422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606771.post-107964718942830417</id><published>2004-03-18T13:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T14:03:08.593-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.airliners.net/open.file/149179/L/"&gt;Do you think that the pilot wishes he would have done a missed approach/go around?&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;That would pucker my ass.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606771-107964718942830417?l=wordsofamadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/107964718942830417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/107964718942830417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofamadman.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107964718942830417' title=''/><author><name>MiscOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09152312842236004422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606771.post-107938220837153817</id><published>2004-03-15T12:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-15T12:32:33.936-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Went to the Aardvark in Fort Worth over the weekend to a friend's CD release party.  I am now officially disabled.  I have lost around 90% of my God given hearing.  When I am asked if the phone is ringing I say no its just my ears.  Will the ringing ever stop.  I will either learn to deal with it or go insane.  Wait... go more insane.  Like need shock therapy insane.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks to &lt;a href="http://www.bogusdot.com"&gt;BogusDot&lt;/a&gt; for helping me get my blog fired up and a basic course in html.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GSY&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606771-107938220837153817?l=wordsofamadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/107938220837153817'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/107938220837153817'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofamadman.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107938220837153817' title=''/><author><name>MiscOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09152312842236004422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606771.post-107922597594158116</id><published>2004-03-13T16:59:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T09:44:48.810-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>Dreams are a bizarre reality.  Last night I dreamed that I was playing baseball with little league players.  I was talking trash and trying to get them thrown out of the game by the umpire.  Maybe I am a giant among the weak or I am a bully.  :)  It was very &lt;em&gt;Billy Madison&lt;/em&gt;.  Tonight we are going to a friends CD release party.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Over&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606771-107922597594158116?l=wordsofamadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/107922597594158116'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/107922597594158116'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofamadman.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107922597594158116' title=''/><author><name>MiscOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09152312842236004422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6606771.post-107912855981007211</id><published>2004-03-12T13:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-03-12T13:59:10.843-08:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>I have observed that your life can be broken-up into the different stages by your nap taking. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are a child, you don't want to take a nap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are an adult, you want to take a nap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When you are old, you don't mean to take a nap. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Somehow this is profound but not.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6606771-107912855981007211?l=wordsofamadman.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/107912855981007211'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6606771/posts/default/107912855981007211'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://wordsofamadman.blogspot.com/2004_03_01_archive.html#107912855981007211' title=''/><author><name>MiscOne</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09152312842236004422</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
