<?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-3165075</id><updated>2011-04-21T18:03:21.687-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Robb's Way</title><subtitle type='html'>On the Hill of Life, I can see my house from here!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>584</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-115303058057772499</id><published>2006-07-16T02:14:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T02:16:20.586-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How Did Disney Piss off the Critics?</title><summary type='text'>Though bashed by the Critics, Pirates of the Carribean:  Dead Man's Chest, is an excellent movie.  It's pure action movie entertainment.  My own local paper gave it a D+.  Did you even watch the movie, Mr. Critic?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/115303058057772499/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=115303058057772499&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/115303058057772499'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/115303058057772499'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2006/07/how-did-disney-piss-off-critics.html' title='How Did Disney Piss off the Critics?'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-115220033024703188</id><published>2006-07-06T11:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-07-06T11:38:50.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Rush Limbaugh Wanted to Make One Teeny-Tiny Point</title><summary type='text'>Rush Limbaugh's Viagara incident: http://thecelebritycafe.com/features/6481.html   My bullshit meter is pegged on that story.  He saw a drop in his ratings and needed a sympathetic audience to bring his numbers UP (*ahem*).  It seems like he staged the whole thing so that the "liberal media" he's so paranoid about would report it.  It would be as easy as making the pill bottle conspicuous to the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/115220033024703188/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-115143622540046674</id><published>2006-06-27T15:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-27T15:23:46.086-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Give It Up For Maturity</title><summary type='text'>I've talked about maturity being more of state of being than enacting a certain code to be "mature."  Let's face it, we all need fun, and fun is a very child-like concept.  That doesn't turn you into a child.   I mused just today that a great way to self-check your own maturity is to think of all the concepts that you held dear and gave up for good reasons.  A major one is good vs. evil.  There </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/115143622540046674/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=115143622540046674&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/115143622540046674'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/115143622540046674'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2006/06/lets-give-it-up-for-maturity.html' title='Let&apos;s Give It Up For Maturity'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-115074008852122142</id><published>2006-06-19T14:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-19T14:01:28.576-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'd Be Perfect for This Show</title><summary type='text'>I watched Treasure Hunters premiere last night.  I'd be really good at that show.  I instantly new what the tube was for!  I've seen that kind of art before, and I'm a puzzle-geek.  If I had been on a map team, I would have figured that a decoding reflective tube would be needed to decipher the artwork.  Once they teamed us up, I would've had the answer in seconds!   I was very impressed by the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/115074008852122142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-114960462600271282</id><published>2006-06-06T10:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-06-06T10:37:06.096-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slacker Nation</title><summary type='text'>Apple is swift.  They know their demographic and embrace it to sell computers.  Unfortunately, it shows the sad state of American business-ethic and responsibilities.  Representing Windows-based PCs, a clean-cut and well-dressed plump version of Bill Gates, and representing Macs is the sarcastic loser, who is considered cool.   So we idealize the slacker? The guy is not clean-cut.  His hair </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/114960462600271282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=114960462600271282&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/114960462600271282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/114960462600271282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2006/06/slacker-nation.html' title='Slacker Nation'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-114833143430342141</id><published>2006-05-22T16:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-22T16:57:15.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Thing We're Better Than Muslims!</title><summary type='text'>American's got all self-righteous when a Dutch Cartoon spoofed the Muslim religious icons.  Why would they get that upset over a cartoon?  It's not even real.  I personally felt they shouldn't get that upset over a cartoon, but the Dutch newspaper also lacked the good sense to just stop printing them.   Hold the phone, Oral Roberts!  American's are now equally upset over the DaVinci Code movie.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/114833143430342141/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=114833143430342141&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/114833143430342141'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/114833143430342141'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2006/05/good-thing-were-better-than-muslims.html' title='Good Thing We&apos;re Better Than Muslims!'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-114737962908564856</id><published>2006-05-11T16:33:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-11T16:33:49.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Coke 'Rewards'</title><summary type='text'>Coca-cola has this red-cap collect points and win prizes contest going on.  They even "sell out" of things.  At first, I was going for an acoustic guitar for 400 points.  At about 360 points, they made the guitar 565 points.  So I'm off to earn 24 12-pack cans of diet Coke called "A Year's Supply of Coke."  Suddenly, they're all gone.  "Sold Out" they say.  How do you get sold out of a product </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/114737962908564856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=114737962908564856&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/114737962908564856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/114737962908564856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2006/05/coke-rewards.html' title='Coke &apos;Rewards&apos;'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-114718921723531420</id><published>2006-05-09T11:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-09T11:40:17.303-04:00</updated><title type='text'>In The Blak</title><summary type='text'>I've had two Coca-cola Blak so far.  The first was straight-up.  It's a little sweet, and I believe it's tangier than Coke.  The second one had half-and-half added.  Blak curdles milk, so I don't recommend it.  I personally like Diet Coke and Latte, alternating sips.  So I think its pretty good.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/114718921723531420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=114718921723531420&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/114718921723531420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/114718921723531420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2006/05/in-blak.html' title='In The Blak'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-113373597016883724</id><published>2005-12-04T17:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-04T17:39:30.183-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Life's Blood has Caramel Coloring</title><summary type='text'>Two recent trips to the local cheap-o department stores, Walmart and Target.  Two different experiences.  Same stuff.  Except the Walmart is "Super" and the Target is the smaller size.  The funny thing is, aside from groceries, The size of these stores seems irrelevant to the variety of stock.I like the closest Walmart.  They keep it clean and neat.  I know, that's a rarity, but it's true.  The </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/113373597016883724/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=113373597016883724&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/113373597016883724'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/113373597016883724'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/12/lifes-blood-has-caramel-coloring.html' title='Life&apos;s Blood has Caramel Coloring'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-113170752408997894</id><published>2005-11-11T05:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-11-11T06:12:04.116-05:00</updated><title type='text'>More Proof That an Honest Life is a Safer One</title><summary type='text'>Crime doesn't pay?  Um, no.  The reason there is crime is because it does pay.  Yesterday,  a car carrying pirated music and movies led a high-speed chase up I-95 and came to an explosive and deadly end in front of the car dealer where I maintain my car.  I can't imagine why anyone would actually place illegal copies of media above their own life.  Was it too many episodes of America's Deadliest </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/113170752408997894/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=113170752408997894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/113170752408997894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/113170752408997894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/11/more-proof-that-honest-life-is-safer.html' title='More Proof That an Honest Life is a Safer One'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-113021365462681420</id><published>2005-10-25T00:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-25T00:14:14.683-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sudoku</title><summary type='text'>America's latest obsession probably is Sudoku.  Invented in the US (!) and published by Dell, its been a staple puzzle for years.  Apparently the Japanese love it so much, they gave it the current name.  I bought one book and downloaded to shareware programs.  There's a handheld version with LCD display.  There's a board game!  It's very solitary, and if you've played one game, you have truly </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/113021365462681420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=113021365462681420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/113021365462681420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/113021365462681420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/10/sudoku.html' title='Sudoku'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-112823109221662757</id><published>2005-10-02T01:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-10-02T01:31:32.223-04:00</updated><title type='text'>What Risk Is</title><summary type='text'>One day of driving.  Number of near misses is three.I have to consider risks at my job.  When I'm out in the real world, I see hazardous shit going on all the time.  Then I assess the risk, and I'm amazed that more people don't die every day from stupid acts of negligence.  Risk isn't just about how badly you can hurt someone, it's also about how frequently a hazard manifests.  Someone almost </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/112823109221662757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=112823109221662757&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/112823109221662757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/112823109221662757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/10/what-risk-is.html' title='What Risk Is'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-112644933278184754</id><published>2005-09-11T10:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-11T10:36:28.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Shotgun Universe</title><summary type='text'>I was trying to explain why the philosophy (it is not science) of Intelligent Design is easily explained as a random occurance. I said imagine a bunch of rocks falling. Those rocks represent the laws of the universe and matter and energy. Now put a bowl under them and let them fall into it. What happens? The rocks collide and move around until everything stops. There's still plenty of potential </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/112644933278184754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=112644933278184754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/112644933278184754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/112644933278184754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/09/shotgun-universe.html' title='Shotgun Universe'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-112627837013967808</id><published>2005-09-09T11:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-09-09T11:06:10.146-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Murphy's Car Park</title><summary type='text'>I get to work later than others; therefore, I leave later than others.  I get to the parking lot and park, usually behind another car.  Typically speaking, all cars already in the lot are gone by the time I leave.  AND YET, without fail the empty parking lot has two cars in the lot:  the car in front of me, and mine.  I rarely get to start up my car and just drive it out.  Thanks to Murphy's Law,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/112627837013967808/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=112627837013967808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/112627837013967808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/112627837013967808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/09/murphys-car-park.html' title='Murphy&apos;s Car Park'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-112554552044089922</id><published>2005-08-31T22:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-31T23:32:00.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'>For The Sake of Entertainment</title><summary type='text'>It's amazing how the movies have all of these conventions that are nothing like reality, but we accept them.Puking is short, recovered from quickly, leaves no stray chunks, and relatively quiet because it sounds just like coughing.Cars don't have rearview mirrors inside the windshield.No matter how much they chase you around, your hair will be just out of the salon.You wake up without bed head </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/112554552044089922/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=112554552044089922&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/112554552044089922'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/112554552044089922'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/08/for-sake-of-entertainment.html' title='For The Sake of Entertainment'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-112542370547567636</id><published>2005-08-30T13:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-30T13:41:45.523-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays?</title><summary type='text'>It is August 30th today.  The Halloween candy aisles are fully in place, and the Christmas candy is starting to encroach on it.  That's fucked up.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/112542370547567636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=112542370547567636&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/112542370547567636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/112542370547567636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/08/happy-holidays.html' title='Happy Holidays?'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-112505643291117693</id><published>2005-08-26T07:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-26T07:41:57.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Missing the Point</title><summary type='text'>Watching someone get nearly backed over by a Jeep yesterday reminded me of the problem with SUV drivers backing up over their kids because they supposedly can't see them. The near miss with the Jeep was not from a blind spot. The driver could clearly see the pedestrian--but failed to look. In SUV's, there's a large blind spot directly behind the vehicle. To combat that, they're starting to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/112505643291117693/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=112505643291117693&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/112505643291117693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/112505643291117693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/08/missing-point.html' title='Missing the Point'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-112312585425825912</id><published>2005-08-03T23:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-08-03T23:24:17.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking in 2D</title><summary type='text'>Simple, complex, educational, abstract, new Planarity.net.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.planarity.net/' title='Thinking in 2D'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/112312585425825912/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=112312585425825912&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/112312585425825912'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/112312585425825912'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/08/thinking-in-2d.html' title='Thinking in 2D'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-112165889171800046</id><published>2005-07-17T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T23:54:51.726-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Who You Callin' Turkey?</title><summary type='text'>John and I went bowling today.  The duckpins lane was closed (those are pint-sized pins that are spread apart).  The tenpins lane was open.  I lost both games.  Both games were recovered in the last three frames.   I got a 135 and a 148.  Not bad, considering it was an alley ball and I haven't bowled lately.  Now we are both hurting and I'm sure it'll be worse in the morning.  Maybe a league this</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/112165889171800046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=112165889171800046&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/112165889171800046'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/112165889171800046'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/07/who-you-callin-turkey.html' title='Who You Callin&apos; Turkey?'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-112165398050800500</id><published>2005-07-17T22:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-17T22:33:00.533-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Fact and Fantasy</title><summary type='text'>Harry Potter!  I'm not such a fanatic that I've been reading this since midnight Saturday morning.  I've only read four pages.  It's like I just finished the last book!  Yet some so-called-spiritual-leaders will declare it Satan worship.  Why are they so hell-bent to keep us from a good fantasy romp that teaches the very tenets of morality?  It's money their "churches" don't get.  Stop thinking </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/112165398050800500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=112165398050800500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/112165398050800500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/112165398050800500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/07/fact-and-fantasy.html' title='Fact and Fantasy'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-112120323822189963</id><published>2005-07-12T17:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-12T17:20:38.270-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Speed Limit As A Suggestion</title><summary type='text'>So I oversleep two hours.  Right away I'm not in a hurry.  Late is late no matter how late.  I get stuck behind gold car #3921.  People in gold cars are typically senior citizens.  In this case, they were law abiding senior citizens never going a smidge above the posted speed limit.  Its really difficult to go that slowly.   The angel on my shoulder says "it is the speed limit after all, enjoy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/112120323822189963/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=112120323822189963&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/112120323822189963'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/112120323822189963'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/07/speed-limit-as-suggestion.html' title='Speed Limit As A Suggestion'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-112053481897052830</id><published>2005-07-04T23:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T23:40:48.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Sunday Night's Not Alright</title><summary type='text'>So Boyfriend John and I went out on the town. You should've seen it! I don't have a picture, but I was bald, wearing contacts, and wearing earrings! (Arrrrr! I'm a pirate! But no pierced ears.) We were having fun until the cutie (let's just say he looked good in bar-light) decided to leave. Not only did he wait until I was in the bathroom, but he called my guy a "bitch" and ran off. I'll never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/112053481897052830/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=112053481897052830&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/112053481897052830'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/112053481897052830'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/07/sunday-nights-not-alright.html' title='Sunday Night&apos;s Not Alright'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-112053356924199989</id><published>2005-07-04T23:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T23:19:29.246-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Stupid Drivers</title><summary type='text'>I love drivers these days.  They don't even read the signs.  Left on red on a two-way street?  Sure!  30 MPH in a 70?  Sounds great!  70 MPH in a 25?  Can't be too bad, I mean those people that posted signs that say "we don't have any children to spare" must have had a few babies since then!  Left turn from the right lane with no explicit arrow?  It ain't legal, but just try to stop me!  Ignoring</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/112053356924199989/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=112053356924199989&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/112053356924199989'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/112053356924199989'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/07/stupid-drivers.html' title='Stupid Drivers'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-112053152698117745</id><published>2005-07-04T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-07-04T22:54:11.383-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Is There a July 4th in England?</title><summary type='text'>Today is Independence Day. Man, meet beer. Man-with-beer, meet pyrotechnic. Man-with-beer-and-pyrotechnic, meet lighter. Man-with-bloody-stump, meet the ER.I realize that the USA is still one of the most free countries, but that has changed so much in the last four years. More cameras! Greater surveillance! Data mining! We're so lucky that when crimes occur, we'll be able to show why, how, where,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/112053152698117745/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=112053152698117745&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/112053152698117745'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/112053152698117745'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/07/is-there-july-4th-in-england.html' title='Is There a July 4th in England?'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-111988548599322645</id><published>2005-06-27T11:18:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-27T17:00:52.833-04:00</updated><title type='text'>The Great Disorientor</title><summary type='text'>Proving that we have the dumbest nation in history:The Discovery Channel's Greatest American.I used to like that channel, too. What are Reagan, Bush, and Clinton doing ahead of FDR? They shouldn't be on the list at all. If you remove them and add Ron Jeremy, I'd say the list was closer to the truth.I think Reagan may best be known for being the longest and best customer of Depends Undergarments. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/111988548599322645/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=111988548599322645&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/111988548599322645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/111988548599322645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/06/great-disorientor.html' title='The Great Disorientor'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-111799860466641733</id><published>2005-06-05T15:01:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-05T15:10:04.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'>They're Called "Slow" for a Reason</title><summary type='text'>A weird thing happens when you go downtown in Baltimore.  The pedestrians intentionally cross the streets at the worst possible times.  They wait for the light to turn red, for them, and then cross to impede traffic.  Worse yet, if there is a crosswalk, they often just cut across the street.  Diagonally.  But that's not all, they intentionally do not check for cars about to hit them, and cross </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/111799860466641733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=111799860466641733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/111799860466641733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/111799860466641733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/06/theyre-called-slow-for-reason.html' title='They&apos;re Called &quot;Slow&quot; for a Reason'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-111768628483049102</id><published>2005-06-02T00:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-02T00:24:44.836-04:00</updated><title type='text'>It's a Little Bit Stepford</title><summary type='text'>I got an offer for an "exciting new opportunity" from company X.  I'm sorry, I can't name them for fear of death squads.  It started sounding weird when I listened to a Conference Call that was obviously pre-recorded off-line.  It was supposed to explain the available "jobs," but instead spent 5% vaguely hinting about what the business is, and 95% of the time convincing me they were reputable.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/111768628483049102/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=111768628483049102&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/111768628483049102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/111768628483049102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/06/its-little-bit-stepford.html' title='It&apos;s a Little Bit Stepford'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-111764926205675123</id><published>2005-06-01T14:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-06-01T14:07:42.110-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Anti-Piracy Suggestion</title><summary type='text'>Since I've been suggesting lately, I have a better way to fight piracy than charging students and grandmothers.  Focus on those that sell pirated wears.  Also, charge them with fraud if they misrepresent their illegal copies as legitimate.  This will strike at the heart of the problem and strike harder at the counterfeits.   Here's the current model.   1) Movie, music, game/software gets leaked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/111764926205675123/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=111764926205675123&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/111764926205675123'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/111764926205675123'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/06/anti-piracy-suggestion.html' title='Anti-Piracy Suggestion'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-111759479617490083</id><published>2005-05-31T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T23:04:11.486-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Crisps In America</title><summary type='text'>Try out UTZ even if you don't live in the NorthEast Colonies.  6 Bags of Utz Natural Kettle Cooked Potato Chips contains my alltime favorite flavor of UTZ, Dark Russet Natural Kettle Cooked. Not to be confused with Classic Russet, which are much saltier. They're good, too--they're all good!  I also heard report of Costco carrying them.  The Chip-of-the-month-club is great, but only if you have a </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.store.yahoo.com/utzsnacks1/utznakecopoc.html' title='Best Crisps In America'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/111759479617490083/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=111759479617490083&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/111759479617490083'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/111759479617490083'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/05/best-crisps-in-america.html' title='Best Crisps In America'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-111759421046317286</id><published>2005-05-31T22:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T22:50:10.463-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm No Longer A Virgin</title><summary type='text'>No, really!  It's true.  It's like cutting your first tooth.  Today I got my first scam text message on my phone.  Luckily I know 900 numbers are pay numbers.  You could have at least put the correct number of digits in the return number.  Free Verizon Wireless?  Hmmm, sounds impossibly good.  Mutha M'KAY ers!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/111759421046317286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=111759421046317286&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/111759421046317286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/111759421046317286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/05/im-no-longer-virgin.html' title='I&apos;m No Longer A Virgin'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-111756843140333609</id><published>2005-05-31T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-31T22:37:09.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'>How To Revamp Star Trek</title><summary type='text'>First, I hear Star Trek will go on indefinite hiatus.  Then, I hear there may be a movie in the next 2+ years.  They need to rethink their approach to be successful, so here are my suggestions:1) Hire non-traditional writers/directors/producers like Joss Whedon and J. Michael Stazcynski, or both!! 2) It doesn't have to cost a lot.  In fact, since scifi is still a minority genre, it should be </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/111756843140333609/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=111756843140333609&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/111756843140333609'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/111756843140333609'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/05/how-to-revamp-star-trek.html' title='How To Revamp Star Trek'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-111587849662801644</id><published>2005-05-12T02:03:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-12T02:14:56.730-04:00</updated><title type='text'>I'll Take "Random lines that Beck didn't use in lyrics" for $600, Alex</title><summary type='text'>Beck English:1) Throwin' the laminated pressed pulp rectangles.2) Putting the stops on the speed while spinning the ring.3) It's a sweet milk sphere on a rolled biscuit.4) Chronic open-eye.5) I'm a loser, baby! (okay, so this really is Beck lyrics)Common English (highlight to view):1) Playing solitaire2) Turning the car3) Ice cream cone4) Insomnia5) I'm George Bush!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/111587849662801644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=111587849662801644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/111587849662801644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/111587849662801644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/05/ill-take-random-lines-that-beck-didnt.html' title='I&apos;ll Take &quot;Random lines that Beck didn&apos;t use in lyrics&quot; for $600, Alex'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-111518184223757057</id><published>2005-05-04T00:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-05-04T00:44:02.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'>An Old Contact Answers the Most Personal Questions</title><summary type='text'>I was revisiting a blogger, :::caseypearson.com:::, that took some time off and rethought his whole design.  Always the curious stalker, I checked out his "About Me -- Casey" section.  The gay/straight/bi answer isn't the most personal, it's the one about "Windows or Mac" that just spills his guts on the floor.Okay, deep breath.  I'll answer "Windows or Mac."  Here goes:Windows, but </summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.caseypearson.com/' title='An Old Contact Answers the Most Personal Questions'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/111518184223757057/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=111518184223757057&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/111518184223757057'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/111518184223757057'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/05/old-contact-answers-most-personal.html' title='An Old Contact Answers the Most Personal Questions'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-111443737740221323</id><published>2005-04-25T09:56:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-25T09:56:17.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Amazing Revelation</title><summary type='text'>Dear Diary,   I'm fat.   Thanks for listening! Robb</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/111443737740221323/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=111443737740221323&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/111443737740221323'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/111443737740221323'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/04/amazing-revelation.html' title='Amazing Revelation'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-111309388310669031</id><published>2005-04-09T20:29:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-09T20:55:08.733-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Extemporaneous Sayings</title><summary type='text'>Some guy will beat up someone with these authentic [$100] light saber replicas and then they'll have to paint the handles neon orange so they aren't confused with real light sabers.--JesseAnyway, Jesse is a friend.  Yeah, I know he's been a good friend of mine.  His comment was true college-man sarcasm.  What makes this hilarious is how likely it sounds.  Give a light saber to a kid and he'll </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/111309388310669031/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=111309388310669031&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/111309388310669031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/111309388310669031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/04/extemporaneous-sayings.html' title='Extemporaneous Sayings'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-111274452040890342</id><published>2005-04-05T19:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-05T19:42:00.410-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Eat Your Heart Out, Joe Camel</title><summary type='text'>It's new!  It's coming soon!  It's sweeter than chocolate covered rock candy rolled in sugar!  It's Goth!  It's marketed at children! It's Coca-Cola Zero!What were you expecting?  Something Completely Different?  Just for the record, I'm gonna try it out.</summary><link rel='related' href='http://www.cocacolazero.com/' title='Eat Your Heart Out, Joe Camel'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/111274452040890342/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=111274452040890342&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/111274452040890342'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/111274452040890342'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/04/eat-your-heart-out-joe-camel.html' title='Eat Your Heart Out, Joe Camel'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-111259010594708571</id><published>2005-04-04T00:36:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2005-04-04T00:48:25.946-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Not Sheep, But Lemmings</title><summary type='text'>I've never seen so much effort put into making news of a very old, sick, and dying man finally dying.  People were swooning in the streets over someone they never met, didn't know, and didn't care about most of the time.  Since JPII is finally dead (ding! dong!), the following market ideas are ripe for the pickin':The McPope.  A new low-fat burger with a cute little paper hat and "Mysterious Ways</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/111259010594708571/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=111259010594708571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/111259010594708571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/111259010594708571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/04/not-sheep-but-lemmings.html' title='Not Sheep, But Lemmings'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-111198086234623386</id><published>2005-03-27T21:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T22:35:25.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'>News From The Future on Forbes</title><summary type='text'>This article was published on April 11th, 2005. It's all about the PSP and what it can and can't do. For a Forbes article, it's incredibly short sighted. It contends that only gameplay is worth it on the PSP. Well, here are many reasons why the author is wrong:1) This will sell a lot of Sony Memory Stick Duos. They used an existing memory card! That's great.2) The audio is great. You create the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/111198086234623386/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=111198086234623386&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/111198086234623386'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/111198086234623386'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/03/news-from-future-on-forbes.html' title='News From The Future on Forbes'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-111144308269623485</id><published>2005-03-21T17:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-27T09:10:35.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wasting Taxes</title><summary type='text'>"Major League Baseball and the players' association greeted word of our inquiry first as a nuisance, then as a negotiation, replete with misstatements," Government Reform Committee chair Tom Davis said in his opening statement."I understand their desire to avoid the public's prying eye. ... But I think they misjudged our seriousness of purpose," he said. "I think they misjudged the will of an </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/111144308269623485/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=111144308269623485&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/111144308269623485'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/111144308269623485'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/03/wasting-taxes.html' title='Wasting Taxes'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-111059274880268227</id><published>2005-03-11T20:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-03-11T20:59:08.803-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Turds and Treasure</title><summary type='text'>Does anyone know what song and artist the title of this entry came from?Anyway, I was going thru my shit while cleaning.  I've discovered that four of my $5 figurines (toys) are now worth $75 each.  Not everything is worth more than I purchased, but those surprised me.  A collector's item is hard to forsee.  They have to be in small supply and sought after.  The things that make some in small </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/111059274880268227/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=111059274880268227&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/111059274880268227'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/111059274880268227'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/03/turds-and-treasure.html' title='Turds and Treasure'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-110840383721128851</id><published>2005-02-14T12:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-14T16:57:25.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Jungian Psychology in the Locker Room</title><summary type='text'>Why Did I Do That?Carl Yung put a name to a phenomenon:  "Collective Unconscious."  It doesn't mean we're psychically linked, but rather a lot of incredibly common behavior, including fears, is spread throughout the societies of the world.Bird on a Wire?How does this apply to the locker room?  First, there's the question as to why you and person using the locker closest to you change at the same </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/110840383721128851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=110840383721128851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/110840383721128851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/110840383721128851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/02/jungian-psychology-in-locker-room.html' title='Jungian Psychology in the Locker Room'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-110801341749632778</id><published>2005-02-10T01:10:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-02-10T00:30:17.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Types Of Gym Dudes</title><summary type='text'>Sauna Action Dude.  Sits naked in the sauna, legs wide open, and tries to talk to you.Hung-and-Proud Dude.  Does everything he can to delay putting on his drawers and walks around for no reason at all.Naked and Ugly Dude.  Put some clothes on!  The paint is starting to peel.The Towel Dresser.  Doesn't take his towel off until the drawers or bathing suit are shimmied on up.  The towel </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/110801341749632778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=110801341749632778&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/110801341749632778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/110801341749632778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/02/types-of-gym-dudes.html' title='Types Of Gym Dudes'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-110643181296527543</id><published>2005-01-22T17:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-01-22T17:10:12.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Are Religious Nuts Crazy?  By Definition.</title><summary type='text'>People are bored.  How can I tell?  They think that Spongebob is gay.  Spongebob is a cartoon character that both kids and adults love.  So what if gay men like him?  He isn't gay.  He's yellow, porous, he is not real bright, but he has a good heart.  The humor of the show is slapstick, puns, and often subtle adult humor.Spongebob is a cartoon.  He isn't real.  If kids can understand that, why </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/110643181296527543/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=110643181296527543&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/110643181296527543'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/110643181296527543'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2005/01/why-are-religious-nuts-crazy-by.html' title='Why Are Religious Nuts Crazy?  By Definition.'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-110235957932586167</id><published>2004-12-06T13:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-12-06T13:59:39.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Extemporaneous Sayings </title><summary type='text'>You can touch 'em, you can kiss 'em, but you can't ride 'em.    -- Cruise Excursion Director (on Radio Show)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/110235957932586167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=110235957932586167&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/110235957932586167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/110235957932586167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2004/12/extemporaneous-sayings.html' title='Extemporaneous Sayings '/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-110132282265310209</id><published>2004-11-24T14:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T14:00:22.653-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Extemporaneous Sayings</title><summary type='text'>Don't touch the nuts!        -- boy in a grocery store</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/110132282265310209/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=110132282265310209&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/110132282265310209'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/110132282265310209'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2004/11/extemporaneous-sayings.html' title='Extemporaneous Sayings'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-110132190498565447</id><published>2004-11-24T13:45:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T13:45:04.986-05:00</updated><title type='text'>One Phish, Two Phish</title><summary type='text'>Phishing scams are getting way too clever.  I'm now receiving legitimateoffers from legitimate companies, but the e-mail sender and links aresomewhere else entirely.  General rule of thumb:  Never give out personalinformation, especially credit cards, unless you start the browser and useyour own "Favorites" link or type the URL in.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/110132190498565447/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=110132190498565447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/110132190498565447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/110132190498565447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2004/11/one-phish-two-phish.html' title='One Phish, Two Phish'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-110127218183794845</id><published>2004-11-23T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-24T00:05:24.346-05:00</updated><title type='text'>WARNING:  Contents May Be Cheaply Bought Separately</title><summary type='text'>I kind of like Celebrity Poker and the Poker Championships with Texas Hold 'em. Unfortunately, is now there are Texas Hold 'em kits in the stores. Cards + Poker Chips can pretty much handle any of your poker needs. There are no special needs for Texas Hold 'em, except for knowing the rules.Then there's Celebrity Blackjack. There's no bluffing. The players do not actually interact in the game. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/110127218183794845/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=110127218183794845&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/110127218183794845'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/110127218183794845'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2004/11/warning-contents-may-be-cheaply-bought.html' title='WARNING:  Contents May Be Cheaply Bought Separately'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-110066662006797420</id><published>2004-11-16T23:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-16T23:43:40.066-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Game of Wits (spoiler-free!)</title><summary type='text'>I just watched the first episode of The Amazing Race.  I probably would've chosen the wrong task at the Detour.  One team I wanted to stay in it awhile is gone, another I didn't want to stay is still in it, of course.  A lot of good one-liners in the opener!The Amazing Race is one program in the "reality" category that doesn't seem terribly cruel.  I hate the food/drink challenges.  What </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/110066662006797420/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=110066662006797420&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/110066662006797420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/110066662006797420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2004/11/game-of-wits-spoiler-free.html' title='Game of Wits (spoiler-free!)'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-109974921917414132</id><published>2004-11-06T08:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-07T21:04:22.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fo Mo Yo</title><summary type='text'>The LA Times is reminding all the self-righteous to please remember that it's not our fault. A London paper headlines "How can 59M be SO DUMB?" Indeed. When approaching this election, I dropped all pretense of political parties. Instead, I focused on intelligence and ability to be the leader of an entire country. Had Bush been Democrat, I would've probably voted Republican. You simply don't vote </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/109974921917414132/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=109974921917414132&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/109974921917414132'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/109974921917414132'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2004/11/fo-mo-yo.html' title='Fo Mo Yo'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-109938843228123432</id><published>2004-11-02T04:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-11-03T23:57:08.730-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Like That Jim Jones That Wasn't in Star Wars</title><summary type='text'>What makes people blindly follow a person not fit to the task? I already know the answer: Religion. It's not the "god" kind, but rather a basic human need for an establishment that seems to take care of all those things we can't control. Things like weather, economy, war, and politics. It's a common understanding that basic human needs can well up and blind us to rational thought, hence the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/109938843228123432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=109938843228123432&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/109938843228123432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/109938843228123432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2004/11/its-like-that-jim-jones-that-wasnt-in.html' title='It&apos;s Like That Jim Jones That Wasn&apos;t in Star Wars'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-109890402661706822</id><published>2004-10-27T15:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-29T20:49:03.913-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Here's a Song for the Useless</title><summary type='text'>Where do old applets go to die? I'd say here: Urban75</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/109890402661706822/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=109890402661706822&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/109890402661706822'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/109890402661706822'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2004/10/heres-song-for-useless.html' title='Here&apos;s a Song for the Useless'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-109880654129504260</id><published>2004-10-26T12:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-26T12:02:21.296-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Testing posting by phone.</title><summary type='text'> Testing posting by phone.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/109880654129504260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=109880654129504260&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/109880654129504260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/109880654129504260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2004/10/testing-posting-by-phone.html' title='Testing posting by phone.'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-109875646088795900</id><published>2004-10-25T22:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-10-25T22:13:09.876-04:00</updated><title type='text'>A New Look and New Features</title><summary type='text'>I just decided I’d had enough of my olive drab.  So I grabbed a generic template from Blogger.  Comments are now Blogger hosted.  Plus, I get notified of new comments.  Start again?  We’ll see.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/109875646088795900/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=109875646088795900&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/109875646088795900'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/109875646088795900'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2004/10/new-look-and-new-features.html' title='A New Look and New Features'/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-108986730084497087</id><published>2004-07-15T00:52:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-15T00:55:12.030-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wet and Wild  Yes, it flooded here.  Yes, I almost got stuck and/or swept away at work.  I work next to the Chesapeake bay.  Guess where all the water goes?  Not too bad, considering, but we didn't learn.  I see no improvements to potential flood areas.  But then again, it was a fluke.  Now everyone goes flying home whenever there's a thunderstorm.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/108986730084497087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=108986730084497087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/108986730084497087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/108986730084497087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2004/07/wet-and-wild-yes-it-flooded-here.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-108967803368860754</id><published>2004-07-12T20:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-07-12T20:22:45.933-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>We Should Remember What A True American Is  Dear Mr. Sarbanes,On the topic of an Anti-gay Marriage Amendment, I could speak my mind many different ways, but I'll leave politics to politicians.  To me, it really boils down to an Amendment that restricts the rights of select individuals.  I've always held that the United States Constitution was a declaration of rights, not the removal of rights</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/108967803368860754/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=108967803368860754&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/108967803368860754'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/108967803368860754'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2004/07/we-should-remember-what-true-american.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-108531889545974636</id><published>2004-05-23T09:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-23T10:22:06.350-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Creepy Crawlies  Did you ever get that creepy feeling like a bug is crawling lightly over your body hair?  I felt that feeling in my trouser's right leg.  When it kept happening, I just shook my leg to see what would pop out.  It had a 4-inch legspan, about 2/3rds the size of a tarantula.  It was very hard to kill!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/108531889545974636/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=108531889545974636&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/108531889545974636'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/108531889545974636'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2004/05/creepy-crawlies-did-you-ever-get-that.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-108467302061053851</id><published>2004-05-15T21:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-05-15T22:06:20.413-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>How We Become Animals  Dave has a particularly grisly video that reminds us that we're really just dumb animals if we allow it.It happened to me at the Bowie Concert on Thursday in a much more benign fashion.  It's called group hysteria, and we all suffer from it frequently.  Group hysteria is when we allow ourselves to get into a group and act within the rules and confines of that group.  I </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/108467302061053851/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=108467302061053851&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/108467302061053851'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/108467302061053851'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2004/05/how-we-become-animals-dave-has.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-108170653089292169</id><published>2004-04-11T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2004-04-11T14:04:59.250-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>An Egg Laying Bunny Died For Our Sins?  I saw Mel Gibson's The Passion.  My biggest difference between a lot of viewers is that I have the film in it's proper context:  entertainment.  The movie was made to make money.  Mission accomplished.  It's fiction, people, stop reading into it.  Cinematography, music, acting, and special effects were all very well done.  The ancient tongue language is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/108170653089292169/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=108170653089292169&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/108170653089292169'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/108170653089292169'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2004/04/egg-laying-bunny-died-for-our-sins-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-108045047223473076</id><published>2004-03-28T00:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-28T00:10:25.920-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Nonpatriotic Nature of Pledge  In the USA, we are focusing on the wrong issue with the Pledge of Allegiance.  Even the "Under God" breaks the Constitution as well as the rhythm of the thing, there is a much larger issue with the Pledge.  We make our kids say it in school, every single goddamned day.  We introduce it to them in pre-school, using words they couldn't possibly understand.  We </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/108045047223473076/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=108045047223473076&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/108045047223473076'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/108045047223473076'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2004/03/nonpatriotic-nature-of-pledge-in-usa.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-107958610363870068</id><published>2004-03-18T00:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-18T00:04:07.436-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Distance Between A and B Is A Gay Line  I dated A for a short while.  We had fun, but stopped dating because person A wanted to.  I'm currently dating person B.  A is jealous.  A wants me all the sudden.  A is incredible looking.  B is the nicest guy I've ever met with a winning personality.  I'm confused, because my therapist uncovered some buried regret involving A.  Sigh.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/107958610363870068/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=107958610363870068&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107958610363870068'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107958610363870068'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2004/03/distance-between-and-b-is-gay-line-i.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-107768231220632477</id><published>2004-02-24T23:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-03-04T23:31:15.826-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Lies Beneath  I'm beginning to wonder if I'm sensitive to secret codes.  I was at the Baltimore Museum of Art and noticed that one of the Wedding Quilts, which were all from Baltimore, had something odd about it's decoration.  It had very distinct numbers expressed in the number of flowers.  I'm guessing they represent the order in which they were made, but I didn't have time to study it.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/107768231220632477/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=107768231220632477&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107768231220632477'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107768231220632477'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2004/02/what-lies-beneath-im-beginning-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-107743260179742643</id><published>2004-02-22T01:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-22T02:01:30.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Haunting  The last family trip.  1978.  Ocean City.  I was 12.  My parents allowed me to go off on my own, which in retrospect wasn't wise.Bus stop.Waiting for the shuttle.A small convertible stops.A white man in his twenties with an afro perm, sideburns and a seventies handlebar mustache, the whole 70's treatment, is the sole occupant."Where are you going?"Lemme see.  I'm at a bus </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/107743260179742643/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=107743260179742643&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107743260179742643'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107743260179742643'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2004/02/haunting-last-family-trip.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-107735354710756714</id><published>2004-02-21T03:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-21T04:29:36.326-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bye-Bye 308.5  I've changed my mind about Mayor  Newsome of San Francisco.  I believe from a legal-I'm-not-a-lawyer opinion that the Mayor is not breaking the law, not even in a strict sense.  The state law defines marriage as between a man and a woman (section 308.5 was an amendment to the existing California Family Act from Proposition 22 in the March 2000 primary).  However, nowhere does it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/107735354710756714/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=107735354710756714&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107735354710756714'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107735354710756714'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2004/02/bye-bye-308.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-107708155167128424</id><published>2004-02-18T00:19:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-18T00:24:30.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Bona Fide Contracts Cannot Be Broken By The Wave of a Pen  Marriage is a religious institution.  Laws shall not be written governing it.  Religions shall have no dominion on others' religions.  These are just some of the tenets that based this country of USA way back in the 18th century.  1st Amendment.  Hello?In a way I'm dismayed by the knee-jerk reaction of so many gay couples lining up to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/107708155167128424/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=107708155167128424&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107708155167128424'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107708155167128424'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2004/02/bona-fide-contracts-cannot-be-broken.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-107664372343695623</id><published>2004-02-12T22:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-12T22:44:25.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crop Circles  XXXVIII</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/107664372343695623/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=107664372343695623&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107664372343695623'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107664372343695623'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2004/02/crop-circles-xxxviii.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-107625825385359743</id><published>2004-02-08T11:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-08T11:39:18.560-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why Things Suck  Why movies suck:  there's only one Foley sound in all of Hollywood for a gate opening.  Come on, directors, get your sound guys to use a little imagination on the entire movie.Why video games suck:  save the princess, not starting in on the action right away,  untested beta versions being sold as final, and cost.  Put me in the action right away!  If you use video, have it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/107625825385359743/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=107625825385359743&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107625825385359743'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107625825385359743'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2004/02/why-things-suck-why-movies-suck-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-107586647972502981</id><published>2004-02-03T22:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-02-03T22:51:40.890-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I'll Just Nip Out For A Bit  At least, that's what the nipple at the Superbowl Halftime Show did.  I was at the gym tonight and three of the networks were showing the event repeatedly.  Never mind Mars, Black History Month, or even brother Michael, the Boob Tube Boob is a "top story."Why is the FTC considering a fine?  They've never fined the network before when the players come out screaming </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/107586647972502981/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=107586647972502981&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107586647972502981'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107586647972502981'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2004/02/ill-just-nip-out-for-bit-at-least.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-107463762103909690</id><published>2004-01-20T17:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-20T17:48:55.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Slime Sticks To Everything  Scalpers, those assholes who sell tickets to desperate people, are a slimy bunch.  Because it's illegal to sell tickets higher than cost (which actually requires them to remove the handling fee as well), they don't ask if you want to buy.  They ask if you have any tickets they can buy.  This serves two purposes:  they can add tickets to their hands at less than cost, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/107463762103909690/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=107463762103909690&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107463762103909690'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107463762103909690'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2004/01/slime-sticks-to-everything-scalpers.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-107352329880899638</id><published>2004-01-07T19:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-07T19:56:11.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The News Are Often Funny  There's a lady claiming she lost her lottery ticket.  Before I jump to the obvious conclusion, it is possible she believes she lost it.  However, it was her responsibility to keep track of her own tickets, as surely as it was her responsibility to hold onto her own cash.  BTW, I lost $20 last week, I think I should start taking fingerprints!  Meanwhile, the winner </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/107352329880899638/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=107352329880899638&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107352329880899638'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107352329880899638'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2004/01/news-are-often-funny-theres-lady.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-107326738043567474</id><published>2004-01-04T20:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2004-01-04T20:51:53.670-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Does Sap Run In January?  String theory, Shakespeare's birthplace, and Victorian speech patterns.  I've seen him 7 out of the last 9 days.  Perhaps my heart strings are being tugged?  We shall see.  It's really odd how you're in a dry spell and then a chance meeting, or chance re-meeting, can smack you faster than you can say "sappy."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/107326738043567474/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=107326738043567474&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107326738043567474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107326738043567474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2004/01/does-sap-run-in-january-string-theory.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-107289996663549664</id><published>2003-12-31T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-31T14:47:35.716-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Police Brutality  Michael Jackson's lawyers are claiming the police rough-handled MJ when he turned himself in and dislocated his shoulder.  In the same news article the police remember being civil about it and only handcuffing the wrist.  The problem is, MJ's been so body-sculpted, perhaps his shoulder is where the wrist used to be.  Hey, if MJ says he's been manhandled, I'm inclined to believe</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/107289996663549664/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=107289996663549664&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107289996663549664'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107289996663549664'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2003/12/police-brutality-michael-jacksons.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-107266681517638230</id><published>2003-12-28T22:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-28T22:01:19.090-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Gay Guys Can Date, Too  Wow, my date on Saturday made me forget that I was alone this Christmas.  Okay, it was after Christmas, but the company was welcome!  I remember now that good dates are a very rare thing.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/107266681517638230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=107266681517638230&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107266681517638230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107266681517638230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2003/12/gay-guys-can-date-too-wow-my-date-on.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-107253217661613984</id><published>2003-12-27T08:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T08:37:18.513-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Price  Apparently love comes at a stiff cost.  I care for you deeply and you've taken my help, and then wasted it away.  I can't help anymore.  Everyone else has tried.  Instead of taking the opportunities given by us and using it to better yourself, you've decided to live day-by-day as if the next day would be erased of all past events.  We tried to shield you.  That didn't work.  Will </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/107253217661613984/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=107253217661613984&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107253217661613984'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107253217661613984'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2003/12/price-apparently-love-comes-at-stiff.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-107253105950682652</id><published>2003-12-27T08:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-27T08:28:33.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Angle of Incidence  Tom has introduced me to the Mirror Project.  Here are my contributions to the project: one, two,  and three.  The main rules of the Mirror Project are a self portrait with parts of both you and the camera in the image.  A lot of people violate the camera rule, though.  My entries were taken prior to me even knowing about the site, so they're a little less contrived.  Don't </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/107253105950682652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=107253105950682652&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107253105950682652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107253105950682652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2003/12/angle-of-incidence-tom-has-introduced.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-107228728510318483</id><published>2003-12-24T12:34:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-24T12:37:46.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christmas Fun!  Merry Chistmas (eve)!  Courtesy of my sister, Make-A-Flake sponsored by Jockey!  Thanks, sis!  Don't miss out on the gallery and the download options!  I think a better sponsor would be Head-n-Shoulders.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/107228728510318483/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=107228728510318483&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107228728510318483'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107228728510318483'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2003/12/christmas-fun-merry-chistmas-eve.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-107215663380465439</id><published>2003-12-23T00:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-23T00:18:11.686-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Chuckler  So, what do gay guys talk about?You know, guy stuff.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/107215663380465439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=107215663380465439&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107215663380465439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107215663380465439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2003/12/chuckler-so-what-do-gay-guys-talk.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-107202412897349338</id><published>2003-12-21T11:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-21T11:30:42.496-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Hitler's Mustache  Straight porn is so terrible.  I know things are changing, but usually the men and women are really ugly.  Usually the women are lesbians in private life, and often the men are gay or bisexual.  And how about that "stunt cock" phenomenon where in one shot, it's smaller, differently shaped and sometimes a different color?What the fuck is up with "the landing strip?"  I mean, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/107202412897349338/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=107202412897349338&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107202412897349338'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107202412897349338'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2003/12/hitlers-mustache-straight-porn-is-so.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-107180641609779988</id><published>2003-12-18T23:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-18T23:06:34.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Christians Are Revolting!  The absurdity of buying Jesus paraphenalia at an aka Christian bookstore has no boundary.  I can't find a picture on the web, but they were selling a "success" portrait, framed and all, with Jesus shaking hands with two businessmen in a glass high-rise office building.  Underneath was some bible quote about success.  I'm sorry, but:JESUS DOESN'T PLAY THE MARKET</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/107180641609779988/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=107180641609779988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107180641609779988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107180641609779988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2003/12/christians-are-revolting-absurdity-of.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-107170921967949345</id><published>2003-12-17T20:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T20:14:37.186-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>End of an Era  We lost Casey and Blake this year, in 2003.  Okay, we didn't actually lose them, they merely stopped blogging.  I'll be the first to admit this is a hobby.  I wouldn't do this with a private blog, because that's why I have a laptop with a word processor.  I almost quit 2 or 3 times this year.As far as I can tell, Casey wanted more time in his personal life, and Blake just wanted</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/107170921967949345/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=107170921967949345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107170921967949345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107170921967949345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2003/12/end-of-era-we-lost-casey-and-blake.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-107170860923858585</id><published>2003-12-17T19:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T19:51:01.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Christmas in North-South Land  I'm sick all the time anymore.  I got my flu shot before they became scarce, and I'm sick all the time.  Hmmm.  The ex used to always be sick the entire month of December.  I always thought that was weird.  Sympathetic subconscious hypochondriac?  I don't know.Dating scene is successful.  Way too successful.  I really like three guys at the same time, the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/107170860923858585/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=107170860923858585&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107170860923858585'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107170860923858585'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2003/12/christmas-in-north-south-land.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-107092761911966639</id><published>2003-12-08T18:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-17T20:17:03.606-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Beauty May Be Skin Deep, But When Have You Seen A Thought?  There's this gay couple I know.  They like sex.  They like sex a lot.  They like sex a lot with a lot of guys.  Together.  Apart.  It's their lifestyle.  I like them both, but I doubt I could maintain that lifestyle.They didn't used to be this way.  They both had partners, met perchance, and did a relatively quick dump 'n' regroup.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/107092761911966639/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=107092761911966639&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107092761911966639'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107092761911966639'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2003/12/beauty-may-be-skin-deep-but-when-have.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-107085239470904139</id><published>2003-12-07T21:59:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-07T22:21:24.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Carrying Water In A Sieve II:  Ice melts, so move your water quickly  All things considered, a foot of snow isn't that much as long as the sun shines.  Solar radiation on a black-surfaced road melts ice very well.  The plows did their thing, but I'm afraid the county may have shot its load on our first snowfall.Anyway, the date moved to Sunday.  It was very nice, though we both ate too much.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/107085239470904139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=107085239470904139&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107085239470904139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107085239470904139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2003/12/carrying-water-in-sieve-ii-ice-melts.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-107073319861762873</id><published>2003-12-06T12:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-06T13:00:09.343-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Carrying Water In A Sieve  You can easily carry water in a sieve if it's a snowball or ice cube!  We've been dumped on with probably the biggest snow I've seen in December.  Lucky for me that Maryland is on the north/south border of climates or else I'd never witness ice falling from the sky.  About 12 inches arrived at the only time I wasn't in the mood for 12 inches.  It came in three layers:</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/107073319861762873/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=107073319861762873&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107073319861762873'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107073319861762873'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2003/12/carrying-water-in-sieve-you-can-easily.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-107051744673224522</id><published>2003-12-04T00:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T00:58:05.280-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What Color Is The Chameleon?  Now that Tom Cruise is starring in an almost exact remake of Shogun, how long will it take for him to say something similar as the star of Shogun?  As a fan of facial hair, I can honestly say that that is bad beard on Tom.  Others will probably disagree, but I just can't shake the traditional Cruise look.In that last link, Tom says: "I'm not Mr Fashion Statement </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/107051744673224522/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=107051744673224522&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107051744673224522'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107051744673224522'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2003/12/what-color-is-chameleon-now-that-tom.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-107051595557414013</id><published>2003-12-04T00:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-12-04T00:37:33.153-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tits On A Bull  Please tell me why there's a TIME button on some microwaves.  Everything you do with a microwave--cooking on any power, egg timing, delay cooking--starts with how long you want it to go on.  It's a button that says "I'm going to operate the device now," but you're already operating the device.  Silly nonsensical controls.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/107051595557414013/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=107051595557414013&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107051595557414013'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107051595557414013'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2003/12/tits-on-bull-please-tell-me-why-theres.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-107024725125544476</id><published>2003-11-30T21:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-30T22:00:42.420-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>12-Step Program To Become A First Class Prick  1) Deny yourself sex for 35 years (I probably shouldn't count the prepubescent years, but I was 35).2) Jump into the first relationship really fast.3) Allow the subsequent breakup to devastate you (even though it was obviously going to happen)4) Make seriously bad dating decisions.5) Take yourself off the market for 6 months.6) Enjoy all the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/107024725125544476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=107024725125544476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107024725125544476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107024725125544476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2003/11/12-step-program-to-become-first-class.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-107005894610511828</id><published>2003-11-28T17:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-28T17:56:28.340-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Person of the Week?  This week's person (which is not a feature I plan on continuing) is none other than teen sniper sensation John Lee Malvo.  It's not a good or sympathetic thing, I choose him because he's infamous for the awful things that he may-have [legal thing, innocent until proven guilty and all that] done.  Let me think, when is the last time a 17-year-old did something an adult, any </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/107005894610511828/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=107005894610511828&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107005894610511828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/107005894610511828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2003/11/person-of-week-this-weeks-person-which.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-106964506383671500</id><published>2003-11-23T22:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-23T22:39:56.246-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Straight People Could Learn From Homosexuals  I just came from my favorite bar.  It has guys in it.  Lots of guys.  They tend to kiss the other guys.  I like that a lot.  It dawned on me that even though I see kissing at straight bars, they're nothing like the gay bars.  Straight bars are filled with a lot of chat.  The chat often never leads anywhere.  It's considered rude to kiss before the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/106964506383671500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=106964506383671500&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/106964506383671500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/106964506383671500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2003/11/straight-people-could-learn-from.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-106951938923211014</id><published>2003-11-22T11:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-22T11:53:17.700-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Person(s) of the Week?  It's real tempting to say Mickey Mouse, since ol' Steamboat Willy is 75 this week.  I was in Disneyworld this week and there was no hubbub over the birthday!However, I'll choose the Supreme Court of Massachusetts for making an obvious decision.  Why obvious?  If you treat one group of people differently than another, it's discrimination.  The only time that's really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/106951938923211014/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=106951938923211014&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/106951938923211014'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/106951938923211014'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2003/11/persons-of-week-its-real-tempting-to.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-106911294155053210</id><published>2003-11-17T18:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-17T19:00:07.903-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I, The Jury  So they found the ex-army sniper suspect guilty of planning, executing, and using a gullible teenager as an instrument of murder.  The evidence was overwhelming.  I mean, they almost had as much evidence as the OJ case, or even the Jean-Benet Ramsey case.  He also got convicted of a Terrorism law, which I think carries the possibility of the death penalty.  Now, if the punishement </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/106911294155053210/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=106911294155053210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/106911294155053210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/106911294155053210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-jury-so-they-found-ex-army-sniper.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-106868964542321881</id><published>2003-11-12T21:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-12T21:15:24.630-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>High Infertility  Evolution is the gradual change of a species by genetics that are favored by selection.  In the not too recent past, people who were susceptible to measles, smallpox, or bubonic plague died.  Those that survived were more likely to be resistent to those diseases, hence a disease eventually kills everything, or a resistant group with the right genetics survive--like Charlton </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/106868964542321881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=106868964542321881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/106868964542321881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/106868964542321881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2003/11/high-infertility-evolution-is-gradual.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-106844724580206787</id><published>2003-11-10T01:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-10T01:56:31.060-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Know What I Want For Christmas  Went to a drag show to benefit AIDS patients today.  One of the acts was this one.  Yum, yum!  I like the way they spin country music into the obvious homosexual overtones.  Marlboro Man and the Cowboy in the Village People knew it for years.  I'll have to settle for the autographed calendar.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/106844724580206787/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=106844724580206787&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/106844724580206787'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/106844724580206787'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2003/11/i-know-what-i-want-for-christmas-went.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-106832339819046748</id><published>2003-11-08T15:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-11-08T15:30:24.493-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where's a Cop When You Need One?  On the way home last night, two idiot drivers decided to terrorize me on the road by boxing me in and preventing me from passing.  At the time, it was pretty scary.  In retrospect, at least they didn't ram my car.  Funny thing is, I wanted to simply take the next exit that they weren't taking and I believe they thought they forced me to exit.  I can get home </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/106832339819046748/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=106832339819046748&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/106832339819046748'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/106832339819046748'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2003/11/wheres-cop-when-you-need-one-on-way.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-106739817660576451</id><published>2003-10-28T22:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2003-10-28T22:29:35.836-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>And So Another Bad Day Begins  I just saw 24.  I won't spoil it, just in case you catch it later or on F/X.  All I know is that I don't really know what's going on.  What I do know is the dead body had my last name.  It's not a very common name, so you tend to notice it when it's on a TV character.  The only other time I can remember is Omar the Mind Reader on Moonlighting in the first season.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/106739817660576451/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=106739817660576451&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/106739817660576451'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/106739817660576451'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2003/10/and-so-another-bad-day-begins-i-just.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-106677149176161461</id><published>2003-10-21T17:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-21T17:26:30.286-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Crime Doesn't Pay Until You Sell The Movie Rights  So this Muhammed guy fires his lawyers and decides to represent himself in the first sniper murder case.  What did I miss here?  You have the right to an attorney.  If you don't have or can't afford one, the court will appoint one for you.  How the fuck did he get three attorneys appointed him?  That's not the deal.  They're full time on his </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/106677149176161461/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=106677149176161461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/106677149176161461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/106677149176161461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2003/10/crime-doesnt-pay-until-you-sell-movie.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-106636250031599196</id><published>2003-10-16T23:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-17T00:10:45.163-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Men In Purple  I'm now one of the millions who take Advair.  According to the website, you're as cool as that Pug on Men In Black.  But the real joke is that Pugs have a lot of nasal problems because of their pug noses.  I was taking my regular medicine 4 times a day, so it was time for something else.Take a look at that thing.  It's purple.  It's shaped weird.  It looks like some sort of</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/106636250031599196/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=106636250031599196&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/106636250031599196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/106636250031599196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2003/10/men-in-purple-im-now-one-of-millions.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-106610081290434162</id><published>2003-10-13T23:06:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T23:12:19.056-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Don't Know And I Don't Care  I was thinking about Dungeons and Dragons lately, partially because the X-Box game (I now own X-Box) Knights of the Old Republic, plays a lot like Baldur's Gate.  (aside:  The worst thing about Knights is the premise of 4000 years prior to Star Wars.  No significant technological advances in 4000 years?  We have massive breakthrough's every decade.)I used to make</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/106610081290434162/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=106610081290434162&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/106610081290434162'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/106610081290434162'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-dont-know-and-i-dont-care-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-106610036618167939</id><published>2003-10-13T22:59:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-13T22:59:25.506-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Kids Are Not My Bag, Baby  I missed the nephew's birthday because I was in Sin City.  Oh well, the caterer didn't deliver food because of Hurricane Isabel, anyway.  I heard the moon bounce was a minor catastrophe, too.So I gave the guys birthday presents late.  Fifty dollars each for clothes (probably one article each at today's prices), mini RC Cars for the oldest, wood puzzles and Bob the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/106610036618167939/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=106610036618167939&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/106610036618167939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/106610036618167939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2003/10/kids-are-not-my-bag-baby-i-missed.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-106601452825112844</id><published>2003-10-12T23:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-12T23:08:48.263-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I Don't Know How Some People Got Licenses  I had two near-misses in the car today.  They were within 2 seconds of each other.  With the same car.  Big-assed woman (yes it was a woman, and the only reason someone would drive a juggernaut conversion pickup would be to carry their big, fat ass), pulled out as if to broadside my car and stopped short.  Then, after I passed not-so-wonder-woman, she </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/106601452825112844/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=106601452825112844&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/106601452825112844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/106601452825112844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2003/10/i-dont-know-how-some-people-got.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3165075.post-106576050179661644</id><published>2003-10-10T00:35:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2003-10-10T00:39:12.920-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>But Does A Bear Do It In The Woods?  I was doing a crossword at lunch today I got to this clue:I couldn't believe what I was seeing!  I also could only think of one thing spelled like that to go into a pot.  To prove I'm not making it up, see theMSN Free  Daily Crossword (select puzzle from 10/9/2003 Decisions, Decisions).  I'll have you know the H-I-T are correct.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/feeds/106576050179661644/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=3165075&amp;postID=106576050179661644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/106576050179661644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/3165075/posts/default/106576050179661644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://robbway.blogspot.com/2003/10/but-does-bear-do-it-in-woods-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>Robb</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15860632555771448997</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://mywebpages.comcast.net/robbway/images/Robb.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
