<?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-9340717</id><updated>2011-04-21T12:22:01.979-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Everybody Gets a Blog</title><subtitle type='html'>A blog by a guy who thinks blogs are bullshit, but was given one and is just too frugal to let it go to waste.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egab.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9340717/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egab.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12312393234838915307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>8</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9340717.post-110950520737898179</id><published>2005-02-27T02:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-02-27T18:45:08.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New York can kiss the greatest ass in the world</title><summary type='text'>You know what we need more of? We need more stuff telling us how awesome New York is.I know, it might seem a little bit strange to set out specifically to make a movie about one city out of all the places in the world, but I'm worried that New Yorkers will start going through withdrawal if somebody doesn't bring out a completely pointless film to spooge all over them every five minutes. With </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egab.blogspot.com/feeds/110950520737898179/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9340717&amp;postID=110950520737898179' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9340717/posts/default/110950520737898179'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9340717/posts/default/110950520737898179'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egab.blogspot.com/2005/02/new-york-can-kiss-greatest-ass-in.html' title='New York can kiss the greatest ass in the world'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12312393234838915307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9340717.post-110688761954905667</id><published>2005-01-27T20:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-28T03:04:29.176-08:00</updated><title type='text'>An open letter to video game RPG players</title><summary type='text'>Dear RPG players of the world:Please hit yourself for me.Love,ChuckAnd the awesome part is that I'm sure most of them will do it.I recently went to EB Games — because I just don't waste enough of my time making pixelated characters move around my TV these days. Not being the sort who likes to waste lots of money on wasting time, I went to the used games section to pick up a copy of Final</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egab.blogspot.com/feeds/110688761954905667/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9340717&amp;postID=110688761954905667' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9340717/posts/default/110688761954905667'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9340717/posts/default/110688761954905667'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egab.blogspot.com/2005/01/open-letter-to-video-game-rpg-players.html' title='An open letter to video game RPG players'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12312393234838915307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9340717.post-110457269299412214</id><published>2005-01-01T01:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T14:53:32.320-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy New Year</title><summary type='text'>Happy New Year, y'all! Did everybody make sure to keep stocked up on mistletoe? Here was my New Year's Eve:Order Papa John's pizza.Watch old episodes of The Tribe, which my sister just got on DVD.  Laugh all you want — that's the best goddamn Kiwi ripoff of an old Star Trek episode ever.Switch to MTV at midnight to catch Green Day playing "Longview" on the New Year's Eve thing. Green Day is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egab.blogspot.com/feeds/110457269299412214/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9340717&amp;postID=110457269299412214' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9340717/posts/default/110457269299412214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9340717/posts/default/110457269299412214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egab.blogspot.com/2005/01/happy-new-year.html' title='Happy New Year'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12312393234838915307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9340717.post-110430977539086734</id><published>2004-12-28T23:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-31T04:00:37.930-08:00</updated><title type='text'>My days of hating TV journalism are certainly coming to a middle</title><summary type='text'>So, I heard somewhere from somebody that some people apparently died recently. Did you guys hear anything about that? Boy, I sure wish the media didn't try to cover this stuff up.No, seriously, I'm about ready to go and punch every individual involved in broadcast journalism. It's only natural that they leapt in like a bunch of greedy sharks at the recent disaster in Asia, but their desperation</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egab.blogspot.com/feeds/110430977539086734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9340717&amp;postID=110430977539086734' title='12 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9340717/posts/default/110430977539086734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9340717/posts/default/110430977539086734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egab.blogspot.com/2004/12/my-days-of-hating-tv-journalism-are.html' title='My days of hating TV journalism are certainly coming to a middle'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12312393234838915307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9340717.post-110425891700368757</id><published>2004-12-28T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2004-12-28T10:38:11.750-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why we have “Ms.”</title><summary type='text'>Redbook magazine this month features the cover story Life as Mrs. Britney Spears. Just to cut it off at the bud, I don't want to hear anybody else saying that. She is Mrs. Kevin Federline. The title "Mrs." is equivalent to "the wife of." In order to be Mrs. Britney Spears, she would have to have found a husband who, by some strange coincidence, was also named Britney Spears.Of course, given her</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egab.blogspot.com/feeds/110425891700368757/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9340717&amp;postID=110425891700368757' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9340717/posts/default/110425891700368757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9340717/posts/default/110425891700368757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egab.blogspot.com/2004/12/this-is-why-we-have-ms.html' title='This is why we have “Ms.”'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12312393234838915307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9340717.post-110345343598240080</id><published>2004-12-19T02:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T00:38:38.840-08:00</updated><title type='text'>On Temperance</title><summary type='text'>Went to a bar, had fun, watched chicks grope each other. Why do I not do this more often?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egab.blogspot.com/feeds/110345343598240080/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9340717&amp;postID=110345343598240080' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9340717/posts/default/110345343598240080'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9340717/posts/default/110345343598240080'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egab.blogspot.com/2004/12/on-temperance.html' title='On Temperance'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12312393234838915307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9340717.post-110328070433232427</id><published>2004-12-17T02:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T00:39:02.586-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Lucky Lindy made it!</title><summary type='text'>According to crack journalist Katie Couric, kids nowadays may be having "casual sex." On "The Daily Show" today, she told Jon Stewart that she's doing an investigative piece about a new phenomenon called "friends with benefits."Okay, I know the bimbo is old enough to be a grandmother, but can she really be so thick as to stumble upon a story 20 years late and think she's going to shock the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egab.blogspot.com/feeds/110328070433232427/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9340717&amp;postID=110328070433232427' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9340717/posts/default/110328070433232427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9340717/posts/default/110328070433232427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egab.blogspot.com/2004/12/lucky-lindy-made-it.html' title='Lucky Lindy made it!'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12312393234838915307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9340717.post-110152428898247778</id><published>2004-11-26T18:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2005-01-02T00:39:32.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gratitude — the gift that never shuts up</title><summary type='text'>Thanksgiving is a holiday I wish I could get behind. It seems like the perfect day — no work, you just sit around eating and think about how awesome your life is.But in the end, it's just irritating. With all the pleasantness, somehow people get it in their heads that they are actually supposed to give thanks. To everybody.They don't just express their gratitude for things I've done for them.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://egab.blogspot.com/feeds/110152428898247778/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=9340717&amp;postID=110152428898247778' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9340717/posts/default/110152428898247778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9340717/posts/default/110152428898247778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://egab.blogspot.com/2004/11/gratitude-gift-that-never-shuts-up.html' title='Gratitude — the gift that never shuts up'/><author><name>Chuck</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/12312393234838915307</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
