<?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'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877925</id><updated>2009-10-17T04:50:12.081-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Inconsequential Insanities</title><subtitle type='html'>The blog like a fine pomegranate. All seeds and no meat.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189057598159311256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>547</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877925.post-1698526801141859870</id><published>2007-04-23T09:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T09:40:34.917-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Virginia Tech'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='shooting'/><title type='text'>SADNESS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://j.b5z.net/i/u/2103700/i/VA_Tech.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://j.b5z.net/i/u/2103700/i/VA_Tech.JPG" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;*After the Virginia Tech shooting, I haven't felt good about hating on people, so I haven't written here for awhile. But after a grieving, depressed period, friends, the hatin' on peeps will start again soon.*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3877925-1698526801141859870?l=madmanmusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/1698526801141859870/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3877925&amp;postID=1698526801141859870' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/1698526801141859870'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/1698526801141859870'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/2007/04/sadness.html' title='SADNESS'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189057598159311256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08492380573681167189'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877925.post-4965457432064802101</id><published>2007-04-10T10:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-10T10:23:26.399-04:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='I&apos;ll call kid. It&apos;s true...kid.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='It&apos;s my brother&apos;s birthday tomorrow. He&apos;ll be 26. He might be 26'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='but he&apos;s still a kid to me. I&apos;m old. I&apos;m 28. Thusly'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='anybody younger than me'/><title type='text'>AGE IS IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://scrapbook.momsbreak.com/PageLayout/Smile%20Balloon%20Birthday.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://scrapbook.momsbreak.com/PageLayout/Smile%20Balloon%20Birthday.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;It's my brother's birthday tomorrow. He'll be 26. He might be 26, but he's still a kid to me. I'm old. I'm 28. Thusly, anybody younger than me, I'll call kid. It's true...kid.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3877925-4965457432064802101?l=madmanmusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/4965457432064802101/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3877925&amp;postID=4965457432064802101' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/4965457432064802101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/4965457432064802101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/2007/04/age-is-in-eye-of-beholder.html' title='AGE IS IN THE EYE OF THE BEHOLDER'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189057598159311256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08492380573681167189'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877925.post-2104835721291876705</id><published>2007-04-07T10:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-07T10:13:26.791-04:00</updated><title type='text'>THE END IS NIGH!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2007/03/30/sanjaya_narrowweb__300x437,0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer ; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://www.smh.com.au/ffximage/2007/03/30/sanjaya_narrowweb__300x437,0.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;American Idol is SERIOUSLY flawed. Sanjaya still remains?????????  He the absolute WORST. How can this continue??????? Idol has been cheapened. That's what you get when you leave the sole decision of who stays up to the American people...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3877925-2104835721291876705?l=madmanmusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/2104835721291876705/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3877925&amp;postID=2104835721291876705' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/2104835721291876705'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/2104835721291876705'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/2007/04/end-is-nigh.html' title='THE END IS NIGH!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189057598159311256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08492380573681167189'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877925.post-8515726080351126754</id><published>2007-03-28T18:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T19:50:28.750-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GREAT AMERICAN NIGHTMARE</title><content type='html'>Last night watched The Great American vote. It featured people facing off to plead their case to the audience  to make their dream come true What did they wish for?? Help with their illness? Helping homless find homes? Nope. It was two men wishing for a full head of hair, mothers wanting their daughters to be pageant winners, and two people wishing for their own businesses. I haven't discussed the lameness of this junk, i.e. mother wants daughter to be Miss Rodeo Clown; man wants to start amusement park based on chicken. LAME!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3877925-8515726080351126754?l=madmanmusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/8515726080351126754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3877925&amp;postID=8515726080351126754' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/8515726080351126754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/8515726080351126754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/2007/03/great-american-nightmare.html' title='GREAT AMERICAN NIGHTMARE'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189057598159311256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08492380573681167189'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877925.post-6220534755693344343</id><published>2007-01-11T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-11T13:00:22.779-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://cache.gawker.com/images/2006/05/gayleking.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px;" src="http://cache.gawker.com/images/2006/05/gayleking.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My honey Rachael Ray had two of my archnemiseses on her show today: Steven Cojocaru and Gayle King. Both irritate me. Gayle King's only claim to "fame" is being Oprah's best friend. Do something else for yourself other than hanging with Oprah!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gayle King's resume:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Oprah's best friend&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3877925-6220534755693344343?l=madmanmusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/6220534755693344343/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3877925&amp;postID=6220534755693344343' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/6220534755693344343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/6220534755693344343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/2007/01/my-honey-rachael-ray-had-two-of-my.html' title=''/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189057598159311256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08492380573681167189'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877925.post-3447962563301702192</id><published>2007-01-06T13:28:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-07T10:53:09.312-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE SAINTS ARE...COMING?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2IvVU5bFSM/RZ_qYNdIU-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/KVPgQtLmwvc/s1600-h/xinsrc_42202021309085783081710.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2IvVU5bFSM/RZ_qYNdIU-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/KVPgQtLmwvc/s320/xinsrc_42202021309085783081710.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5016986211563623394" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A month ago, I saw the video for U2/Green Day's "The Saints Are Coming," when a break&gt;A month ago, I saw the video for U2/Green Day's "The Saints Are Coming," when a breaking news came on the bottom of the screen. It read: "Troops pulled out of Iraq and sent to help Katrina victims" Holy Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! I thought.The war is over! I immediately switched to the local news. Nothing. I thought, maybe they're saving this important news for the Today show? Watched Today. Still nothing. Then it dawned on me: Ohhhhhh...that was part of the video. Oops. I'm dumb. Come to find out. now instead of the troops leaving Iraq, the government now plans to send  20,000 more! Lambs to slaughter friends...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3877925-3447962563301702192?l=madmanmusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/3447962563301702192/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3877925&amp;postID=3447962563301702192' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/3447962563301702192'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/3447962563301702192'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/2007/01/saints-arecoming.html' title='THE SAINTS ARE...COMING?'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189057598159311256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08492380573681167189'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_Y2IvVU5bFSM/RZ_qYNdIU-I/AAAAAAAAAAU/KVPgQtLmwvc/s72-c/xinsrc_42202021309085783081710.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877925.post-116576953939956420</id><published>2006-12-10T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-10T11:52:19.416-05:00</updated><title type='text'>MATTY'S SICKNESS RECIPE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.mypharmacy.co.uk/health_information/topics/s/sickness/sickness.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px;" src="http://www.mypharmacy.co.uk/health_information/topics/s/sickness/sickness.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Start with a base high fever. Stir in weakness. Add a tablespoon of projectile vomiting. Add a cup of being delirious. Add 2 cups of peeing blood. Stir in 500 bowls of a life-threatening infection, After this I happened twice, I dropped 35 lbs. Now I'm a scrawny wimp. If you're trying to lose weight, DO NOT do this. You'll die.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3877925-116576953939956420?l=madmanmusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/116576953939956420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3877925&amp;postID=116576953939956420' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/116576953939956420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/116576953939956420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/2006/12/mattys-sickness-recipe.html' title='MATTY&apos;S SICKNESS RECIPE'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189057598159311256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08492380573681167189'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877925.post-115574059007136447</id><published>2006-08-16T09:40:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-16T11:03:11.473-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Pitfalls of Myspace</title><content type='html'>In another way I'm being stalked (for the first, see the &lt;a href="http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-scared-whimper.html"&gt;post below&lt;/a&gt;) last week I was veritably assaulted by Myspace friend requests. Not one, not two, but TWENTY-ONE. And they were stupid too. Scantily clad girls whose About Me section all began with "ew to area" Everyone of them! If you're going to try and add people as friends, at least have the common decency to spell correctly!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;To visit my Myspace, go &lt;a href="http://www.myspace.com/splendorismatt"&gt;here&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3877925-115574059007136447?l=madmanmusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/115574059007136447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3877925&amp;postID=115574059007136447' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/115574059007136447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/115574059007136447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/2006/08/pitfalls-of-myspace.html' title='The Pitfalls of Myspace'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189057598159311256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08492380573681167189'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877925.post-115487810684356122</id><published>2006-08-06T10:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-08T10:01:44.493-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M SCARED *whimper*</title><content type='html'>I seem to have a stalker. But who would ever stalk you Matt? you might ask. A friend turned archnemesis friend turned stalker, that's who. She used to be my friend until she started pestering me to get something to eat with her all the time. Last Thursday she called me not once, not twice, but FOUR TIMES.  Once I legitimately missed it, once I was busy, twice I purposely missed it. Then the next day, she called twice more! Needless to say, I didn't return any of the six calls. This has even gotten me so paranoid I've been drawing the blinds--something I never do--for fear I'm being watched. If you don't hear from me again, I might be dead.  Godspeed ladies and gentlemen.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3877925-115487810684356122?l=madmanmusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/115487810684356122/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3877925&amp;postID=115487810684356122' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/115487810684356122'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/115487810684356122'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/2006/08/im-scared-whimper.html' title='I&apos;M SCARED *whimper*'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189057598159311256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08492380573681167189'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877925.post-115453198032680263</id><published>2006-08-02T11:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-02T11:21:16.790-04:00</updated><title type='text'>IT'S NOT DUMB, IT'S STUPID</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.create-one.co.uk/matthewpilsbury/files/create-one%20heatwave.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.create-one.co.uk/matthewpilsbury/files/create-one%20heatwave.png" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;This country-wide heatwave reminds thing that really annoys me: When people  say,  "It's not the heat, it's the humidity!" Well I'll be. By gum, I think you might be on to something!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3877925-115453198032680263?l=madmanmusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/115453198032680263/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3877925&amp;postID=115453198032680263' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/115453198032680263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/115453198032680263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/2006/08/its-not-dumb-its-stupid.html' title='IT&apos;S NOT DUMB, IT&apos;S STUPID'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189057598159311256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08492380573681167189'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877925.post-115444389012664372</id><published>2006-08-01T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-08-01T10:51:30.193-04:00</updated><title type='text'>GNARLY</title><content type='html'>Everyone seems to like that song "Crazy" by Gnarls Barkley, but I think it sucks. But it isn't like my opinion counts or anything. Don't just take my for it, &lt;a href="http://ax.phobos.apple.com.edgesuite.net/WebObjects/MZStore.woa/wa/browserRedirect?url=itms%253A%252F%252Fax.phobos.apple.com.edgesuite.net%252FWebObjects%252FMZStore.woa%252Fwa%252FviewAlbum%253FplaylistId%253D159314900%2526s%253D143441%2526i%253D159314915"&gt;decide for yourself&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3877925-115444389012664372?l=madmanmusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/115444389012664372/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3877925&amp;postID=115444389012664372' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/115444389012664372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/115444389012664372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/2006/08/gnarly.html' title='GNARLY'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189057598159311256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08492380573681167189'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877925.post-115427348390336735</id><published>2006-07-30T11:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-30T11:31:23.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>OUTING THE OUTED</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.ascap.com/playback/2005/spring/images/LanceBass.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.ascap.com/playback/2005/spring/images/LanceBass.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;didn't&lt;/span&gt; think Lance Bass was gay? Hands? Didn't think so.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3877925-115427348390336735?l=madmanmusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/115427348390336735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3877925&amp;postID=115427348390336735' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/115427348390336735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/115427348390336735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/2006/07/outing-outed.html' title='OUTING THE OUTED'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189057598159311256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08492380573681167189'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877925.post-115257821658386528</id><published>2006-07-10T14:00:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-10T20:36:56.646-04:00</updated><title type='text'>VISION OF HATE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://pub.tv2.no/multimedia/TV2/archive/00132/mariah_carey_132989a.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://pub.tv2.no/multimedia/TV2/archive/00132/mariah_carey_132989a.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The whole day I've had a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mariah Carey&lt;/span&gt;'s &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;Vision of  Love &lt;/span&gt;in my head. This day can surely be marked down as a totaal loss now.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*Interesting note: After searching on Google for Mariah Carey images, the only ones I saw always featured her voluptuous assets.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3877925-115257821658386528?l=madmanmusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/115257821658386528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3877925&amp;postID=115257821658386528' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/115257821658386528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/115257821658386528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/2006/07/vision-of-hate.html' title='VISION OF HATE'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189057598159311256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08492380573681167189'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877925.post-115245729934274622</id><published>2006-07-09T10:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-09T11:06:25.756-04:00</updated><title type='text'>TIED TO BE FIT</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://www.americanprofile.com/issues/20040118/images/story_3631_photo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px;" src="http://www.americanprofile.com/issues/20040118/images/story_3631_photo.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate when &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Charles Osgood&lt;/span&gt; wears a regular tie on &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;CBS Sunday Morning &lt;/span&gt;and not his trademark bowtie. It's just not the same... *sniffle*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;------------------------------&lt;br /&gt;*NOTE* Sorry for the lack of posts lately. I've been &lt;s&gt;lazy&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;unmotivated&lt;/s&gt; &lt;s&gt;running guns to Nicaragua&lt;/s&gt; busy. I'll try and do better.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3877925-115245729934274622?l=madmanmusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/115245729934274622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3877925&amp;postID=115245729934274622' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/115245729934274622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/115245729934274622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/2006/07/tied-to-be-fit.html' title='TIED TO BE FIT'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189057598159311256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08492380573681167189'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877925.post-114870035821182546</id><published>2006-05-26T22:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T23:25:58.240-04:00</updated><title type='text'>AMERICAN IDOL 2006</title><content type='html'>Two days late and three dollars short, but here's my thoughts on the American Idol 2006 finale:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/325/116/1600/0516hicks-autosized158.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/325/116/320/0516hicks-autosized158.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Good: Taylor Hicks winning&lt;br /&gt;The Bad: Clay Aiken's biggest fan&lt;br /&gt;The Ugly: Clay Aiken's freak nasty mop top. What the frick?!?!?!&lt;br /&gt;The Best: Prince!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/325/116/1600/imageLA10303220200.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/325/116/320/imageLA10303220200.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3877925-114870035821182546?l=madmanmusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/114870035821182546/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3877925&amp;postID=114870035821182546' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/114870035821182546'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/114870035821182546'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/2006/05/american-idol-2006.html' title='AMERICAN IDOL 2006'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189057598159311256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08492380573681167189'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877925.post-114722985018863717</id><published>2006-05-09T22:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T22:57:30.200-04:00</updated><title type='text'>DISAPPOINTED ALIVE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/325/116/1600/david_blaine001b.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/325/116/320/david_blaine001b.jpg" border="0" alt="" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Is it just me, or was David Blaine’s whole “Drowned Alive” schtick pretty disappointing? Yes, he did hold his breath for 7 minutes, a long time to be sure, but 2 minutes short of what he was shooting for. With the overblown hype of this two hour special, its destiny was to disappoint. Blaine should do something magical! Like standing on a platform! Errr…I mean, being frozen in ice! Ummm…performing sleight of hand card ticks to random people on the street? Yeah, that’s it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3877925-114722985018863717?l=madmanmusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/114722985018863717/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3877925&amp;postID=114722985018863717' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/114722985018863717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/114722985018863717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/2006/05/disappointed-alive.html' title='DISAPPOINTED ALIVE'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189057598159311256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08492380573681167189'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877925.post-114575341729122377</id><published>2006-04-22T20:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T20:50:17.300-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE COMES THE USHER</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/325/116/1600/usher_1280.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/325/116/200/usher_1280.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm wouldn't consider myself a fan of &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Usher&lt;/span&gt; by any means, but damn man--that boy can move!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3877925-114575341729122377?l=madmanmusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/114575341729122377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3877925&amp;postID=114575341729122377' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/114575341729122377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/114575341729122377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/2006/04/here-comes-usher.html' title='HERE COMES THE USHER'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189057598159311256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08492380573681167189'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877925.post-114464331105063713</id><published>2006-04-10T00:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-22T20:52:23.370-04:00</updated><title type='text'>HERE TODAY, GONE TOMORROW</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/325/116/1600/imageNY11704051207.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/325/116/320/imageNY11704051207.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;By now, I’m sure everybody has heard that Katie Couric will be the new anchor of the CBS evening news. This news is good for all involved, but not for me. This means Katie is REPLACING BOB SCHIEFFER!!! Nooooooooooo! Bob is the man. Now my only Schieffer fix will be &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Face the Nation&lt;/span&gt;. Damn you Couric! Damn you!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/325/116/1600/Schieffer_Bob.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/325/116/320/Schieffer_Bob.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3877925-114464331105063713?l=madmanmusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/114464331105063713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3877925&amp;postID=114464331105063713' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/114464331105063713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/114464331105063713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/2006/04/here-today-gone-tomorrow.html' title='HERE TODAY, GONE TOMORROW'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189057598159311256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08492380573681167189'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877925.post-114385295212222714</id><published>2006-03-31T19:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T20:32:19.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>CELL PHONE WOES</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/325/116/1600/nokia-6620-f-3881540c117b7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/325/116/320/nokia-6620-f-3881540c117b7.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My cell phone is now on the blink, fritzing out on me whenever it chooses. razzum frazzum... The 2 and 8 buttons no longer work. So if your number has a 2 or an 8 in it, sorry, you won't be getting a call from me. As it is now, when I send someone a text message, it comes out something like&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; "How's i0 going? W0nn0 go 0o 0he mo0ies l00er?" &lt;/span&gt;As you can see, I replace the letters I can't use with a 0. Necessity is the mother of invention, friends.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3877925-114385295212222714?l=madmanmusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/114385295212222714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3877925&amp;postID=114385295212222714' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/114385295212222714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/114385295212222714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/2006/03/cell-phone-woes.html' title='CELL PHONE WOES'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189057598159311256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08492380573681167189'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877925.post-114230437588101568</id><published>2006-03-13T21:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-13T21:46:15.896-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I HEARD YOU HAD THE FEVER FOR THE FLAVOR</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/325/116/1600/prev128.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/325/116/320/prev128.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A truly sad moment in television history took place last night, when VH1’s &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flavor of Love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; ended its run. &lt;/span&gt;The show stars &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Flavor Flav&lt;/span&gt; and features a bevy of females  competing Bachelor-style ior his affections. The question is, why? What does Flavor Flav possibly have that can make him attractive to anyone? Is it the screechy, annoying voice? Is it the gold in his teeth? Is it the giant clocks he wears around his neck? Even when he was in &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Public Enemy&lt;/span&gt;, he was by far the least coolest member. Even the guys who stood around doing nothing but looking mean were cooler. So what is it that drew these women to appear on this show? Yeah yeah, I know, it’s the gold in the teeth. It’s what draws women to  me too.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3877925-114230437588101568?l=madmanmusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/114230437588101568/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3877925&amp;postID=114230437588101568' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/114230437588101568'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/114230437588101568'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-heard-you-had-fever-for-flavor.html' title='I HEARD YOU HAD THE FEVER FOR THE FLAVOR'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189057598159311256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08492380573681167189'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877925.post-114212527068805825</id><published>2006-03-11T19:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-11T20:01:10.703-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I’M ALIVE! ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!</title><content type='html'>Some of  you may have noticed I haven’t blogged in awhile. Some of you may have not noticed. Most of you were probably glad you didn’t have to be subjected to my lame jokes. But after being sick for a few weeks, I found out I had an infection when my leg swelled to epic proportions. It had to be cut open and drained—of a liter of pus! So I spent 3 weeks in the hospital. Thusly, I was cut off from society as we know it. I felt like I was making a prison break when I finally got out of the joint. So now I have to rejoin the real world and become an upstanding member of society. Or maybe just resort to my former life of evil, criminal genius. Yeah, probably.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And just for an added bonus for you, the reader, check out my my wound y'all.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/325/116/1600/wound%203.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/325/116/320/wound%203.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3877925-114212527068805825?l=madmanmusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/114212527068805825/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3877925&amp;postID=114212527068805825' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/114212527068805825'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/114212527068805825'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/2006/03/im-alive-aliiiiiiiiiiiiiiive.html' title='I’M ALIVE! ALIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIVE!'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189057598159311256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08492380573681167189'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877925.post-113807875108025756</id><published>2006-01-23T21:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-23T23:59:11.126-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TALES OF THE WEIRD</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Today I read a newspaper article about people putting weird items up for auction on eBay under the category “&lt;a href="http://everythingelse.listings.ebay.com/Weird-Stuff_Totally-Bizarre_W0QQfclZ3QQsacatZ1469QQsocmdZListingItemList"&gt;Weird Stuff&lt;/a&gt;.” &lt;/span&gt;Stuff like an &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;empty Diet Pepsi can&lt;/span&gt; or a &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;paper clip&lt;/span&gt; and other useless items. The truly weird thing is that people will actually shell out money for this junk. &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Heck, if I’d known that, I would’ve put up my breaded chicken fillet in the shape of the state of Maine&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/325/116/1600/Image%28076%29.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/325/116/320/Image%28076%29.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Instead, I ate it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3877925-113807875108025756?l=madmanmusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/113807875108025756/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3877925&amp;postID=113807875108025756' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/113807875108025756'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/113807875108025756'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/2006/01/tales-of-weird.html' title='TALES OF THE WEIRD'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189057598159311256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08492380573681167189'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877925.post-113738736099597272</id><published>2006-01-15T23:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-15T23:59:39.770-05:00</updated><title type='text'>SEPARATED AT BIRTH?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/325/116/1600/josh_lucas.0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/325/116/200/josh_lucas.0.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/325/116/1600/matthew_mcconaughey.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/325/116/200/matthew_mcconaughey.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Glory Road&lt;/span&gt;, starring &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Josh Lucas&lt;/span&gt;, opened #1 at the box office this weekend.&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Is it just me, or does Josh Lucas&lt;br /&gt;look like some kind of a jobber Matthew McConaughey?&lt;/span&gt; Look at ‘em!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film executive 1: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Let’s get McConaughey for this one!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film executive 2: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;“Sir, with the budget we have for this picture, we simply cannot afford him.”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Film executive 1: &lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;"In that case, get me Josh Lucas!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3877925-113738736099597272?l=madmanmusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/113738736099597272/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3877925&amp;postID=113738736099597272' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/113738736099597272'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/113738736099597272'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/2006/01/separated-at-birth.html' title='SEPARATED AT BIRTH?'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189057598159311256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08492380573681167189'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877925.post-113660955946411808</id><published>2006-01-06T23:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T23:52:39.483-05:00</updated><title type='text'>TOU EDISNI</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/325/116/1600/2240m.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/325/116/320/2240m.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Why, when I do laundry and pull the clothes out of the dryer, are most of them are inside out? &lt;/span&gt;I mean, seriously, after doing laundry yesterday, I would guesstimate that &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;80% of the clothes&lt;/span&gt; that were in there were turned inside out. Now, by no means is it difficult to turn them right side in, it just irks me. There must be some trick to preventing this, but I don’t know it. Guess I’ll have to give Martha Stewart a ring and, and say, “What’s the trick, sis?”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3877925-113660955946411808?l=madmanmusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/113660955946411808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3877925&amp;postID=113660955946411808' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/113660955946411808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/113660955946411808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/2006/01/tou-edisni.html' title='TOU EDISNI'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189057598159311256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08492380573681167189'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3877925.post-113614264821421779</id><published>2006-01-01T14:08:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-01T14:16:48.313-05:00</updated><title type='text'>THE LEAP</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/325/116/1600/300px-Wall_clock.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer;" src="http://photos1.blogger.com/blogger/325/116/320/300px-Wall_clock.jpg" alt="" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Boy, I tell ya, I’ve been feeling so rushed and harried lately, that I’m really glad the world has &lt;a href="http://www.suntimes.com/output/news/cst-nws-sec01.html"&gt;gained an extra second&lt;/a&gt;. Now I feel like I have plenty of time to do anything I want. The pressure is finally off!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3877925-113614264821421779?l=madmanmusings.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/feeds/113614264821421779/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3877925&amp;postID=113614264821421779' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/113614264821421779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3877925/posts/default/113614264821421779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://madmanmusings.blogspot.com/2006/01/leap.html' title='THE LEAP'/><author><name>Matt</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/08189057598159311256</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' name='OpenSocialUserId' value='08492380573681167189'/></author><thr:total xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'>0</thr:total></entry></feed>