<?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-6012203</id><updated>2011-12-14T22:05:00.058-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sluggo Needs a Nap</title><subtitle type='html'>Drooling on the Pillow</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</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>948</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-1086137059251450547</id><published>2009-01-27T23:24:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-27T23:31:16.301-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Family:  Obautomated</title><summary type='text'>Go to Obamiconme.  I did and I found $1.37 in my sofa!  It was the change I was hoping for.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/1086137059251450547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/1086137059251450547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-family-obautomated.html' title='My Family:  Obautomated'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</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><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_386LCbGxsXk/SX_euwZB6HI/AAAAAAAAAAc/4TGwc5hdRsY/s72-c/the-future-is-me.gif' height='72' width='72'/></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-600642131970427283</id><published>2009-01-09T12:28:00.007-05:00</published><updated>2009-01-09T13:10:45.012-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Just Had To Add . . .</title><summary type='text'>The Big Day, or rather the first Big Day when you adopt is when you get the referral.  They send you a picture of the kid they've picked for you and you either say yes, I'm on my way or no, the rule in our family is one nose, one child.When the agency called me at work and asked for our fax number as they had a picture of our kid to send me I calmly gave them the number, hung up and burst into </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/600642131970427283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/600642131970427283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2009/01/i-just-had-to-add.html' title='I Just Had To Add . . .'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114866710160798359</id><published>2006-05-26T13:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-26T21:00:42.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Ave Atque, Wally.</title><summary type='text'>Been fun.I'm done.I've been doing this for almost three years, now. I'm in a kind of 'challenging' period at work and have started work on a new novel. You've heard all my stories, anyway, so I'm putting out the lights here at the Sluggoterium. Wouldn't be surprised if I started up again somewhere else next year.Thanks to all of you who stopped by and to all my fellow bloggers, whether I've met </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114866710160798359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114866710160798359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/05/ave-atque-wally.html' title='Ave Atque, Wally.'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114727899318179896</id><published>2006-05-10T12:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T11:32:01.480-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Slouching Towards Warrensburg</title><summary type='text'>Our neighbor, The Republican Actor, is off to Detroit to visit his sister, who is very active in the Sweet Adelines. I don't know if you've heard of them, but they're the female version of SPEBSQSA, which is the main barbershop quartet organization in the country and it's huge. People really get caught up in this and there are chapters everywhere. I like barbershop well enough, sort of like Sousa</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114727899318179896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114727899318179896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/05/slouching-towards-warrensburg.html' title='Slouching Towards Warrensburg'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114684605946306359</id><published>2006-05-05T11:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-06T00:17:52.840-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Power Corrupts, PowerPoint Corrupts Absolutely</title><summary type='text'>Edward R. Tufte is professor emeritus of political science, computer science and statistics, and graphic design at Yale.He sounds like just the guy to take on the PowerPointification of argument, which is designed to insulate positions from rebuttal by simulating consecutive thought and actually presenting discrete chunks of self-evident twaddle.He's especially horrified by the inroads PowerPoint</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114684605946306359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114684605946306359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/05/power-corrupts-powerpoint-corrupts.html' title='Power Corrupts, PowerPoint Corrupts Absolutely'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114675726566003210</id><published>2006-05-04T10:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-05-04T20:17:59.896-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Jackie and Me</title><summary type='text'>I offer this picture as evidence (as if any were needed) of the antediluvian nature of the Slugster. Yes that's me, having gotten the walking thing down solid, strolling up and down the sidewalk outside my grandparents' house in suburban Philadelphia. I appear to be giving instructions to my Aunt Eve. I don't recall the specific occasion, but I'm sure she ignored my recommendations. She passed </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114675726566003210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114675726566003210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/05/jackie-and-me.html' title='Jackie and Me'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114627258336729590</id><published>2006-04-28T20:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-28T23:28:03.323-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Guitar Slingers</title><summary type='text'>Friday Nite Jukebox Not long ago I put up a FNJ  that featured the Bakersfield sound with cuts culled from an album called Swing West!: Bakersfield.  The companion album, also difficult to find, is Swing West!:  Guitar Slingers.  It's not, strictly speaking, Western Swing, but a mostly instrumental collection of nimble fingered boys in hats playing whatever struck their fancy. These were mostly </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114627258336729590'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114627258336729590'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/04/guitar-slingers.html' title='Guitar Slingers'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114599971645721435</id><published>2006-04-25T16:07:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-25T17:15:16.650-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Asbury Park</title><summary type='text'>I've got nothing. Nada. Bip. Fehlerstelle.  Not likely to for awhile, either. So, just to keep my bytes from locking up, here's Chapter 13 from Asbury Park.   I hope to be back up and running scared in a week.The night was cold and moonless. The year's first frost seemed imminent but as he passed the Toms River exit and felt the barrens gathering along the highway he sensed that the frost, were </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114599971645721435'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114599971645721435'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/04/asbury-park.html' title='Asbury Park'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114555461952308229</id><published>2006-04-20T12:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T15:30:02.136-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Scams</title><summary type='text'>I got scammed last week by a guy who claimed to have been a security guard in my building and dying of some unspecified liver disease. I realized as soon as the fiver left my hand that I'd never met this guy in my life and, of course, I felt foolish, but I told myself that the guy was a real artist. He was very good. And I'm an idiot.I had a girlfriend once who fell for the old dropped wallet </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114555461952308229'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114555461952308229'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/04/scams.html' title='Scams'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114547928417953717</id><published>2006-04-19T15:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-20T13:48:16.953-04:00</updated><title type='text'>But They Support The Troops</title><summary type='text'>Fausta has some comments and links on the Whitney Biennial. Always crass, crude and stupid, reflexively and thoughtlessly left-wing and guaranteed beauty-free, the Biennial has become a virtual power-point display of how the art world has parted ways with the rails. Please understand that I'm not questioning the artists' patriotism or talent, merely noting that they have none of either.Another </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114547928417953717'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114547928417953717'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/04/but-they-support-troops.html' title='But They Support The Troops'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114546801625295975</id><published>2006-04-19T13:30:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-19T13:43:50.186-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Getting a 50kph Spinal Tap</title><summary type='text'>Here's a cautionary tale by way of Colby Cosh about a young Canadian metal-banger.The 20-year-old man was walking beside railwaytracks on Sunday, the Norwegian heavy metal bandGorgoroth cranked on his portable CD player, Well, there's a check point right there. No blindfold?when he was hit by a freight train.Maggrah said he did hear the blast of the train hornjust before he was hit."I tried to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114546801625295975'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114546801625295975'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/04/getting-50kph-spinal-tap.html' title='Getting a 50kph Spinal Tap'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114502729980101391</id><published>2006-04-14T10:39:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-14T12:07:04.403-04:00</updated><title type='text'>God Or The Girl?</title><summary type='text'> Well, it kind of depends, doesn't it?When I heard that A&amp;E was putting out a 'reality' show with the title of this post which would follow four young men who are deciding between the priesthood and a secular life I was prepared to forever eschew the phrase "We're circling the bowl" because it was apparent to me that we had 'moved on' and taken up permanent residence in the septic tank.My second </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114502729980101391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114502729980101391'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/04/god-or-girl.html' title='God Or The Girl?'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114495930043994470</id><published>2006-04-13T15:49:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-13T16:15:00.583-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Bird Thou Never Wert</title><summary type='text'>This picture accompanied a short article in today's Metro section of the Times about Bethesda Fountain.The Warrior RobinI never knew a warrior,However brave and strong,Who dared to try his fortune withA scimitar of song.But once I heard a robinBefore the dark was gone,Take three shrill notes and go againstThe elemental dawn.Hugh Robert Orr.I was looking for a nice, uplifting robin poem to go with</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114495930043994470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114495930043994470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/04/bird-thou-never-wert.html' title='Bird Thou Never Wert'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114487367204456557</id><published>2006-04-12T16:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-12T16:42:21.610-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Yammerings</title><summary type='text'>When you start geezering up after the age of forty you begin to adjust your memories of youth so that they're more serviceable for whatever you're feeling cranky about.And I'll tell you this. We never got days off from school. We went all day every day and they stuck our heads out of the window for five minutes and called it summer vacation.Different story these days. Teacher conferences, spring </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114487367204456557'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114487367204456557'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/04/yammerings.html' title='Yammerings'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114471276524251554</id><published>2006-04-10T19:43:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-10T19:49:38.396-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Passover</title><summary type='text'>Another contribution from New Hampshire Nancy.  JibJab's Matzah!  Click on image.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114471276524251554'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114471276524251554'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/04/happy-passover.html' title='Happy Passover'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114459130760872439</id><published>2006-04-09T09:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-09T10:03:28.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival of The New Jersey Bloggers, Number 47</title><summary type='text'>Roberto, at DynamoBuzz, comes back for a second slice of Carnival. He's one of the most reliable and relentless observers of the political culture in the Garden State and, once you've gotten the cotten candy off your fingers, you should do yourself a favor and read back through his posts. An excellent primer on the other Carnival: New Jersey politics from a center-right perspective.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114459130760872439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114459130760872439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/04/carnival-of-new-jersey-bloggers-number.html' title='Carnival of The New Jersey Bloggers, Number 47'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114441661888905555</id><published>2006-04-07T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-07T09:41:50.446-04:00</updated><title type='text'>This Story Has Legs.  No Story, Actually, But Great Legs</title><summary type='text'>James Lileks on Katie Couric taking on the Big Desk at CBS: "If you spot me a whoop, I could probably muster a de-do . . ."She's hard working and smart, that's to the good. She's an idiot and a chipmunk, that's to the bad. The only important aspect is that she makes CBS News exactly what it deserves to be, in fact, what it aspires to be: a functioning irrelevancy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114441661888905555'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114441661888905555'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/04/this-story-has-legs-no-story-actually.html' title='This Story Has Legs.  No Story, Actually, But Great Legs'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114434660805760196</id><published>2006-04-06T11:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T16:59:28.326-04:00</updated><title type='text'>When I Smell a Cigar, I Think of the St. Moritz</title><summary type='text'>As a young actor I did my share of waiting tables. You have to. The money's good, the hours are flexible and the labor pool is constantly churning.Unfortunately, I wasn't very good at it. I wasn't a nightmare waiter. I didn't add unauthorized fluids to low tippers' coffee and I never (deliberately) humiliated anyone in front of their wives. (Both of these I've seen done numerous times. Just </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114434660805760196'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114434660805760196'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/04/when-i-smell-cigar-i-think-of-st.html' title='When I Smell a Cigar, I Think of the St. Moritz'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114433323339198807</id><published>2006-04-06T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T10:30:53.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Next:  Autocolonoscopy</title><summary type='text'> Do it yourself Lasik eye surgery.$99.95.Don't blink.From Warren Bell at NRO.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114433323339198807'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114433323339198807'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/04/next-autocolonoscopy.html' title='Next:  Autocolonoscopy'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114429194768266374</id><published>2006-04-05T22:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-06T01:11:30.866-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Warm Chin, Cold Heart</title><summary type='text'>Mr. Garth Trevethan, desert dweller, libertarian, notes the prevalence of vandykes on right-wing talk show hosts.If he only knew.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114429194768266374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114429194768266374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/04/warm-chin-cold-heart.html' title='Warm Chin, Cold Heart'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114425928149950021</id><published>2006-04-05T12:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-05T13:51:11.316-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Boyle's Thirty Acres</title><summary type='text'>I enjoyed Cinderella Man a lot and didn't expect it to do much when Gong Season rolled around as 1) they only throw Ron Howard an award once a decade and Beautiful Mind was just five years ago, and 2) its about a principled and courageous man of unshakable red-state values. So 1947. So Capra.The only thing that disappointed me was the lack of local color. So much of the story took place in my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114425928149950021'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114425928149950021'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/04/boyles-thirty-acres.html' title='Boyle&apos;s Thirty Acres'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114409717645731356</id><published>2006-04-03T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T16:52:08.083-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Big Meshugener</title><summary type='text'>HBO seems to have a hook with my name on it, because eventually I almost always become addicted to every series they put out. I imagine such will be the case with Big Love, their new show about polygamy, staring Bill Paxton, even though I found the premier resistible and haven't seen it since.You can't be fully conscious in 2006 and pretend to be shocked or offended by the subject matter, but I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114409717645731356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114409717645731356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/04/big-meshugener.html' title='Big Meshugener'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114408842598817496</id><published>2006-04-03T14:16:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T14:20:26.006-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Volpone in Winter</title><summary type='text'>The Old Fox can't count, but he can write.  Visit the latest Carnival of the New Jersey Bloggers at his place.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114408842598817496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114408842598817496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/04/volpone-in-winter.html' title='Volpone in Winter'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114407832636301746</id><published>2006-04-03T10:58:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T11:32:06.456-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Hector and Maria</title><summary type='text'>Jim, at Parkway Rest Stop, makes the borders issue simple enough for an intellectual to get it. His piece, with the language cleaned up a little, would make a devastating TV commercial for any group with the rugalahs to take it on.Fairness is what he's talking about: fairness to taxpayers and fairness to those who have waited and sacrificed to immigrate the right way.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114407832636301746'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114407832636301746'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/04/hector-and-maria.html' title='Hector and Maria'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114407615317086436</id><published>2006-04-03T10:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-04-03T12:57:21.366-04:00</updated><title type='text'>Let's Play 162!</title><summary type='text'> No, that's not me, third from the left.  Uncanny, though.I'm always grousing about baseball, true fan that I am, the drugs, the money, the Dammit to Hell rule.  Always going on about the chunks baseball has taken out of my heart and the holes it has left in the walls of every place I've ever lived.Here's the thing, though.  I've been a Pirate fan since, well, since about when the above picture </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114407615317086436'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114407615317086436'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/04/lets-play-162.html' title='Let&apos;s Play 162!'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114394530621874480</id><published>2006-04-01T21:26:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-04-01T21:35:06.256-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Try A Sliver Of Tongue</title><summary type='text'>My friend Nancy sent me a link to an ad for Kosher.com.  I'm not sure why I like it.  Maybe you can explain it to me.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114394530621874480'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114394530621874480'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/04/try-sliver-of-tongue.html' title='Try A Sliver Of Tongue'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114384322151220361</id><published>2006-03-31T17:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-31T17:13:41.550-05:00</updated><title type='text'>For That Terminal Geek In Your Life</title><summary type='text'>This may look like the dental impressions of my Uncle Bubba, but it's actually one of The Top 10 Weirdest Keyboards Ever according to fosfor gadgets.Some of them are a good deal stranger.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114384322151220361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114384322151220361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/for-that-terminal-geek-in-your-life.html' title='For That Terminal Geek In Your Life'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114369426811131819</id><published>2006-03-29T23:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T23:57:54.383-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Herbert Butterfield Took Me To The Dark Side</title><summary type='text'>I've mentioned before that my first presidential ballot was cast for George McGovern and my last two for George W. Bush. There are undoubtedly legions of events, realizations, people and turns of fate that contributed to my long trek across the political landscape, but two things come to mind that jarred me loose from my hardened assumptions and allowed me to begin the trip.I was waiting tables </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114369426811131819'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114369426811131819'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/herbert-butterfield-took-me-to-dark_29.html' title='Herbert Butterfield Took Me To The Dark Side'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114366132595274008</id><published>2006-03-29T14:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T14:42:06.056-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Could Eat A Knob At Night</title><summary type='text'>Been coming to work recently listening to the Ricky Gervais Show podcasts. They did twelve half hour shows for free and have just started the second season for which they're charging a couple bucks each. You can also get the whole first season for six or seven bucks. All over at iTunes.I primarily use the music injection system to get to my Happy Place. By which I mean get away from my horrible </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114366132595274008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114366132595274008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-could-eat-knob-at-night.html' title='I Could Eat A Knob At Night'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114349680238301343</id><published>2006-03-27T16:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T17:00:52.980-05:00</updated><title type='text'>What If You Get Hammered and Then Take a Nap?</title><summary type='text'>I'm pleased and proud to announce that Sluggo Needs A Nap is the number one choice of 430,886 hits when MSN Search looks for "bar to take a nap in". I just think it's curious that whoever needs this information took such a high tech route. I altered his search to 'bar to get hammered in' and was nowhere to be seen.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114349680238301343'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114349680238301343'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/what-if-you-get-hammered-and-then-take.html' title='What If You Get Hammered and &lt;i&gt;Then&lt;/i&gt; Take a Nap?'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114349307236532734</id><published>2006-03-27T15:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T15:57:52.443-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sandy Beach Towel and My Behind:  Perfect Together</title><summary type='text'>Roberto at DynamoBuzz alerted me to a web site set up to promote the Jersey Shore. If you click on "Find a Play Therapy That's Right For You" they ask you a series of questions and then suggest some shore towns you might like. I got Cape May, Point Pleasant and Beach Haven. Being an old fart who would just as soon sit on the beach with a cold beer for two weeks, I'd say they hit my sweet spot. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114349307236532734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114349307236532734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/sandy-beach-towel-and-my-behind.html' title='Sandy Beach Towel and My Behind:  Perfect Together'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114348300942845403</id><published>2006-03-27T13:07:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-27T14:00:22.613-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Buck Owens, R.I.P.</title><summary type='text'>I didn't know Buck Owens had passed away until I read about it at 2Blowhards. Michael Blowhard has a nice tribute to him over there.My first date with the Goddess was a Dwight Yoakam comcert and Buck Owens showed up to do the Streets of Bakersfield duet.That's Mr. Owens and the Buckaroos to the right.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114348300942845403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114348300942845403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/buck-owens-rip.html' title='Buck Owens, R.I.P.'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114343591421146382</id><published>2006-03-26T23:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-29T13:59:37.283-05:00</updated><title type='text'>First Jammer Out Of The Pack</title><summary type='text'>We arrived at the appointed hour and the clan was gathering. The clan being anyone with a soft spot for Sheilas on Wheelas.Opening night for the Penn Jersey She Devils roller derby league. After reading the promotional material I was going back and forth on who to root for. The Sadistic Sisters were appealing in their fetching pink and black ensembles. I liked the Fallen Angel, too, in all black </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114343591421146382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114343591421146382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/first-jammer-out-of-pack.html' title='First Jammer Out Of The Pack'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114323607975635948</id><published>2006-03-24T15:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-25T13:17:03.616-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Adoption</title><summary type='text'>Before we went to China to adopt Gracie we belonged to a newsgroup of people in our situation and people who had already come back, sharing information and advice. We did get some good advice about the trip and dealing with officials, but we wound up quitting the group long before we left for China.For one thing, it was a creature of an organization formed for parents of adopted Chinese kids and </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114323607975635948'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114323607975635948'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/adoption.html' title='Adoption'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114322703661008064</id><published>2006-03-24T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-24T14:10:47.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Don't Be Too Kind to Our Web-Footed Friends</title><summary type='text'>I've been pretty calm about the danger of winding up in a mile-high stack of victims of bird flu, but I am aware of a chorus of voices saying I shouldn't be.Sean Lynch, over at Catallarchy, links to an article in the Detroit Free Press about a new article in Nature magazine about why there have been so few bird to human transmissions and no known human to human transmissions. It turns out you </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114322703661008064'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114322703661008064'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/dont-be-too-kind-to-our-web-footed.html' title='Don&apos;t Be Too Kind to Our Web-Footed Friends'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114316472946837411</id><published>2006-03-23T19:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T20:46:21.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Be There</title><summary type='text'>On Sunday, Gracie, The Goddess and the Slugster himself will be heading down to the wilds of South Jersey as the Penn Jersey She Devils have their opening Pandemonium. Our host, the proprietor of this bodacious, but nightmare-deadly group of Succubi will be our most excellent blog-brother, Gregor of What A Sad Old Goth.I hope to see other bloggers there, especially of the South Jersey </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114316472946837411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114316472946837411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/be-there.html' title='Be There'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114314063641517007</id><published>2006-03-23T13:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-23T14:10:08.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Free-Market Education</title><summary type='text'>The New York Sun has been giving John Stossel plenty of space to smack around the softballs served up by the Educrats in response to his TV special "Stupid in America."The show was an indictment of public education and a plea for school choice and by the reaction you'd think he advocated eliminating teacher lounges.He points out in todays column (subscription required) that The National School </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114314063641517007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114314063641517007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/free-market-education.html' title='Free-Market Education'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114303887791322314</id><published>2006-03-22T08:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-22T09:47:58.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Sonnetooning</title><summary type='text'>UncertaintyIf it was not your face I saw aboveMe when I woke today, I'll never knowWhose breath that was; because it rose like loveUnprosecuted, shimmering like soMany particles resolving intoAir. Then, spinning, turning, up and down,Replaced themselves with you. It is a sin toWish them back, Ophelia can't undrown.Or can she?  Had I woke a moment soonerWhose arms would fold around me now?And, </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114303887791322314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114303887791322314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/sonnetooning.html' title='Sonnetooning'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114296439930333994</id><published>2006-03-21T12:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T13:06:39.303-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Squibblings</title><summary type='text'>A Government which robs Peter to pay Paul can alwayscount on the support of Paul. George Bernard ShawLord, the money we do spend on goverment, and it'snot a bit better than the government that we got forone-third the money twenty years ago. Will RogersTaxation with representation ain't so hot either. GeraldBarzanVirtually everything is under federal control nowadaysexcept the federal budget. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114296439930333994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114296439930333994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/squibblings_21.html' title='Squibblings'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114289029735771414</id><published>2006-03-20T15:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-20T17:14:13.210-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Headlight Parade</title><summary type='text'>I see from Fausta's Blog that Susan Sarandon is set to play Cindy Sheehan in a movie. And the Times informs me this morning that Adrianne Barbeau is doing Judy Garland in a play.Oh, dear. Where to invest my entertainment dollar?Ms. Barbeau isn't exactly who would come to mind for the role and, in her Judy get-up on the right looks eerily like Polly Bergen. Perhaps not uncoincidentally, her </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114289029735771414'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114289029735771414'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/headlight-parade.html' title='Headlight Parade'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114287714107771280</id><published>2006-03-20T12:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-21T22:01:00.683-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Our American Cousins</title><summary type='text'>An old friend who had the good fortune to be educated in England and to live most of his life in the U.S.A. sent me the following email, which he claimed he clipped from John Cleese:To the Citizens of the United States of America:In light of your failure to elect a competent President of the USA and thus to govern yourselves, we hereby give notice of the revocation of your independence, effective</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114287714107771280'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114287714107771280'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/our-american-cousins.html' title='Our American Cousins'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114265034378303501</id><published>2006-03-17T21:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-18T16:04:16.873-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Eating Our Old</title><summary type='text'>"Orphan brands" are famous or one-time famous brands that were gobbled up by conglomerates and then when their conglomerate was gobbled up by a bigger conglomerate, spit out as tired, worn-out, obsolete, old fashioned and not fit for the demographic du jour.So sad.But in this wonderful capitalistic snake pit of ours, there are conglomerates that specialize in snapping up expectorated </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114265034378303501'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114265034378303501'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/eating-our-old.html' title='Eating Our Old'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114256975271283007</id><published>2006-03-16T23:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-17T02:04:21.626-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's For You</title><summary type='text'>So you had a bad day?Around one thirty this afternoon the phone system at the main office downtown went down. Way down. And it stayed down.International law firm, with more than 300 lawyers in the New York office, clients all over the world, and no phones. Safe to say heads were exploding.So some soul-less horror throws a switch downtown and all their telecommunications get routed through my </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114256975271283007'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114256975271283007'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/its-for-you_16.html' title='It&apos;s For You'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114246198402581359</id><published>2006-03-15T16:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T19:58:50.336-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Monumental Jersey</title><summary type='text'>Peter Applebome, who writes the Our Town column for the Times and stirred things up around here last year with his profile of New Jersey Bloggers has a good one on page two of the Metro section today.I'm not linking to it because, probably as a result of his NJ Blogger piece, he's been elevated to the rarefied air behind the TimesSelect wall.Get him.Today he takes us on a tour of an exhibition </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114246198402581359'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114246198402581359'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/monumental-jersey.html' title='Monumental Jersey'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114244068282671301</id><published>2006-03-15T10:13:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-15T11:40:37.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Alive As You And Me</title><summary type='text'>I grew up, or at least older, in the '60s and did my share of strumming "Joe Hill" on the guitar. I lived until the age of 10 in coal mining territory and actually wrote my first play (a verse play - gad, I wish I still had a copy of that) about a miner strike. I've been a member of two different carpenter's unions, the UFCW (grocery workers), the Sheet Metal Workers International Association as </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114244068282671301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114244068282671301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/alive-as-you-and-me.html' title='Alive As You And Me'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114238717282474926</id><published>2006-03-14T19:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T20:50:36.553-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Love Songs</title><summary type='text'>Restraining Order LovePowered by CastpostMore Than I Can Do, Steve EarleJunky LovePowered by CastpostEssence, Lucinda WilliamsTrain Wreck LovePowered by CastpostThe Streets of Baltimore, Nanci Griffith and John Prine</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114238717282474926'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114238717282474926'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/love-songs.html' title='Love Songs'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114237021583509496</id><published>2006-03-14T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T16:03:36.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Night At The Roxbury</title><summary type='text'>Garth Trevethan, is a very smart guy living in America's Outback and one of the very first denizens of my blogroll.He claims he was given this card by a man in a Portland airport bar. Okay.Garth reports that the "man's" name was not really Sonny Disco and looked nothing like the picture.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114237021583509496'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114237021583509496'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/night-at-roxbury.html' title='A Night At The Roxbury'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114235466173027038</id><published>2006-03-14T10:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-14T17:33:09.860-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Good Times</title><summary type='text'>The Goddess is in the 'mom' category and often auditions for commercials with eerily self-possessed kids from the Upper West Side and upscale suburbs. We've been collecting some of the striving names of these kids and among the best are Carter Abromovitz and Hunter Schoenweiss. They are amusing (to me, at least), but it has occurred to me that what this country really needs is a few more Brandon </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114235466173027038'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114235466173027038'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/good-times.html' title='Good Times'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114202589661747032</id><published>2006-03-10T15:58:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T16:47:41.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Why Not?</title><summary type='text'>I think I was in the ninth grade when I bet a friend I could write one hundred pages about opening a door. I don't know why I did that or what would have been demonstrated by winning my bet, but I gave up after, I think, twenty-two pages. Of course the fool never set a time limit so that five bucks is still out there waiting for me.I've been watching the first season of The Wire recently and came</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114202589661747032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114202589661747032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/why-not.html' title='Why Not?'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114201226137227860</id><published>2006-03-10T12:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-10T12:54:35.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>3 Days, 300 Acres, 3000 Men</title><summary type='text'>If you haven't been following the story of the Great Outdoor Fight over at Achewood, you need to get caught up on that.The best way is to go back to the January 16th strip which is the segue between the "Chatsack" storyline and the GOF storyline. Proceed forward to today's glorious triple size panel in which Beef tells Ray:You didn't fugue, you were berserk. That's likecomparin' a lunatic with a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114201226137227860'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114201226137227860'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/3-days-300-acres-3000-men.html' title='3 Days, 300 Acres, 3000 Men'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114193405288641253</id><published>2006-03-09T14:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-09T16:38:20.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Just Because It's Too Good To Be True Doesn't Mean It Isn't True</title><summary type='text'>Elisson reports (by way of Little Green Footballs) that the supporters of Rachel Corrie are holding an event to honor the memory of the excitable young woman who served the cause of peace in the middle east by teaching the little tots how to burn American Flags and by interposing her slender body between Palestinian gun smugglers and Israeli interdiction.For her efforts she was flattened by a </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114193405288641253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114193405288641253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/just-because-its-too-good-to-be-true.html' title='Just Because It&apos;s Too Good To Be True Doesn&apos;t Mean It Isn&apos;t True'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114183862135281626</id><published>2006-03-08T11:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-08T12:53:39.900-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Kid</title><summary type='text'>Opinions are iffy things these days as they imply a judgment and judgments become profiling and prejudice according to who or what is in the crosshairs. Not that people don't have opinions; like they say, they're just like noses, everybody but Michael Jackson has one. But you do have to be more careful these days unless you enjoy getting caught up in the multiculti mulcher.Even if it's your own </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114183862135281626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114183862135281626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/kid.html' title='The Kid'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114174942635285710</id><published>2006-03-07T10:49:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-07T12:03:00.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Kirby Puckett</title><summary type='text'>I was having a conversation with an old friend the other night about, among other things, what jerks actors can be. My position is that there are jerks in every walk of life, but truly, acting and sports produce borderline sociopaths far out of proportion to their numbers in the population. And it's easy to understand why.An actor who becomes hot young is a 20 year old who is surrounded all day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114174942635285710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114174942635285710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/kirby-puckett.html' title='Kirby Puckett'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114168589803671365</id><published>2006-03-06T17:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T18:13:11.726-05:00</updated><title type='text'>English? Who needs that, I'm never going to England!</title><summary type='text'>Radley Balko links to this English live-action version of The Simpsons opening montage.Some of it is lame, some of it is eerily wonderful, but they did go off the rails in the casting of Marge. What's up with her hair? Is there a British version I don't know about?</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114168589803671365'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114168589803671365'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/english-who-needs-that-im-never-going.html' title='English? Who needs that, I&apos;m never going to England!'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114166981478200559</id><published>2006-03-06T12:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-06T14:30:08.966-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Best Oscar Live Blogging Cracks</title><summary type='text'>6:27 pm: The presentation of Crash's Best OriginalSong nominee, complete with burning cars andmulticulti couples dancing among the flames (ofracism, we assume), is roughly 300% more subtlethan the movie itself.DefamerIs the director trying to say something by cuttingto Mickey Rooney when the Academy presidenttalks about how nothing beats the in-the-theater experience? They cut to him just as I </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114166981478200559'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114166981478200559'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/best-oscar-live-blogging-cracks.html' title='Best Oscar Live Blogging Cracks'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114153150140573442</id><published>2006-03-04T21:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-04T23:06:52.396-05:00</updated><title type='text'>A Corner Of My Mind Is Lit</title><summary type='text'>I graduated from college in 1970 with a degree, believe it or not, in Acting. I set out immediately from St. Louis for New York and my destiny -- Stardom.Didn't really work out, but a lot of other interesting things happened to me. I lived first in a West Village apartment that belonged to an acting teacher from school who was out of town on a job. When he returned he made me an offer of love </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114153150140573442'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114153150140573442'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/corner-of-my-mind-is-lit.html' title='A Corner Of My Mind Is Lit'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114142260266000645</id><published>2006-03-03T16:28:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-03T17:31:31.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Corner of 42nd and Fifth</title><summary type='text'>This is from James Lileks collection of black and white newspaper photos which he's put together into a little show on his website named Acme.Acme was the photo agency which originally provided the pictures to Lileks' employer, the Minneapolis Star Tribune. Since the '40's, however, Acme has been acquired and spun off more times than my first wife and, as Mr. Lileks is not altogether sure who has</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114142260266000645'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114142260266000645'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/corner-of-42nd-and-fifth.html' title='Corner of 42nd and Fifth'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114132889126269489</id><published>2006-03-02T14:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-02T23:46:28.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Happiness - Don't Immanentize the Eschaton</title><summary type='text'>One of the founders of the firm I work for was a believer in World Government. This firm, today, is defending a company that no longer exists, but used to have a baseball park in Texas named after it.It's a funny old world.I know about old Mr. Masthead because I happened to come across a box of books from his personal library when we were moving the office. Among them was one he wrote which </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114132889126269489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114132889126269489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/happiness-dont-immanentize-eschaton.html' title='Happiness - Don&apos;t Immanentize the Eschaton'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114123623224147244</id><published>2006-03-01T12:56:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T15:20:06.810-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Doucheblogging</title><summary type='text'>Kid Various at The Idiom dubs the execrable George Galloway 'Lord Douchebag'. And he has the documentation. Click the image on the right for the script to the classic SNL skit.Lord D believes the publishing of the Danish cartoons was an act far more infamous than 9/11 or the London bombings.In other douchebag news, according to Jay Nordlinger over at NRO,A friend of mine called me the other day </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114123623224147244'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114123623224147244'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/03/doucheblogging.html' title='Doucheblogging'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114118734779464765</id><published>2006-02-28T23:06:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-03-01T05:10:17.356-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Apparently Not A Simpsons Episode</title><summary type='text'>I've mentioned before that I was an actor for twenty-five years or so and I've been something else for about fifteen. I do miss it, but mostly just because it's the only thing I ever did that I was any good at. I make a lot more money now, but I hated what I'm doing from the very first day I walked through the door. I take a lot of satisfaction from the fact that I really don't hate it much more </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114118734779464765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114118734779464765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/02/apparently-not-simpsons-episode.html' title='Apparently Not A Simpsons Episode'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114093216421182084</id><published>2006-02-26T00:22:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T09:30:36.806-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm Not Hungry, I'll Just Pick</title><summary type='text'>2Blowhards takes a walk on the culinary wild side by pointing out this article in the London Telegraph about Guo-li-zhuang, a new restaurant in Beijing which specializes in penises.You heard me.Every dish is made from the South Ricardo of some species. Yaks, donkeys, oxen, goats and even seals. The only exceptions are those dishes made from testicles. Well, I guess those are to clean the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114093216421182084'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114093216421182084'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/02/im-not-hungry-ill-just-pick.html' title='I&apos;m Not Hungry, I&apos;ll Just Pick'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114093035460533228</id><published>2006-02-25T23:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-26T00:05:54.636-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hates Quail!!</title><summary type='text'>TigerHawk points the way to Quail Hunting School where you get to try to shoot ten quail without winging Harry. You can choose to do it dry, after one or two beers or after 'many'.I made it on my second try after one or two beers and received the handsome certificate on the left, suitable for framing.I did take a chunk out of Harry on my first try, but I sent an email immediately to David Gregory.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114093035460533228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114093035460533228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-hates-quail.html' title='I Hates Quail!!'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114081382054516795</id><published>2006-02-24T15:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-24T15:51:32.736-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Hates Rabbits!!</title><summary type='text'>Like anyone cares what I think about the U.A.E. managing our ports.Any-hoo . . .I'm persuaded that this is another in a string of thunderous non-issues marching across our headlines by two facts:Management of the ports has little or nothing to do with port security and no one in the world would have more to lose by a port disaster than an Arab nation that has been put in charge of them.A couple </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114081382054516795'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114081382054516795'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-hates-rabbits.html' title='I Hates Rabbits!!'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114070844729422099</id><published>2006-02-23T10:18:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-23T10:31:44.850-05:00</updated><title type='text'>End Of An Era</title><summary type='text'>After years of running wild and free, Sluggo was tethered yesterday to the fiend from hell pictured on the left.Blackberry.Sounds rustic and old fashioned. Lets go pick some blackberries. Try some of my aunt's blackberry wine. There's nothing cuddly about having to answer an email from your boss at ten o'clock on a Sunday morning. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114070844729422099'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114070844729422099'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/02/end-of-era.html' title='End Of An Era'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114054948667864982</id><published>2006-02-21T14:09:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T14:19:59.713-05:00</updated><title type='text'>If I Had A Nickle For Every Time Someone Called Me A Strange Enchanted Boy</title><summary type='text'>This site, provided by TigerHawk, will tell you what the #1 song was on the day you were born.I should have guessed it was Nature Boy, with Nat King Cole because I was given a copy of Life Magazine from the week I was born (amazing what they could do with stone tablets back then) and it had an article on the proto-hippie who wrote the song.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114054948667864982'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114054948667864982'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/02/if-i-had-nickle-for-every-time-someone.html' title='If I Had A Nickle For Every Time Someone Called Me A Strange Enchanted Boy'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114054444889317255</id><published>2006-02-21T12:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T12:54:08.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Good To Know Where People Stand</title><summary type='text'>H/T:  Tim Blair</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114054444889317255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114054444889317255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-good-to-know-where-people-stand.html' title='It&apos;s Good To Know Where People Stand'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114053609083617815</id><published>2006-02-21T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-21T10:50:21.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Andy Katsulas, R.I.P.</title><summary type='text'>Andreas Katsulas died last week of lung cancer at his home in Los Angeles.I knew him as Andy for a couple of years long ago when he was a member of the Loretta-Hilton Repertory at Webster College where I was a student actor. Most of the world knows him as G'Kar on Babylon Five, from his appearances on Star Trek and as the elusive one armed man in the movie version of The Fugitive.I did three or </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114053609083617815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114053609083617815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/02/andy-katsulas-rip.html' title='Andy Katsulas, R.I.P.'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114020905451303278</id><published>2006-02-17T15:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T15:44:14.530-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Unfortunate Presidential Hair Stylings</title><summary type='text'>I'm off to visit my brother and his family in south-central Pennsylvania (prime quail-hunting territory) for the long weekend so whether you honor James K. Polk or Chester B. Arthur (mullet or muttonchops), enjoy it and I'll see you Sunday or so.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114020905451303278'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114020905451303278'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/02/unfortunate-presidential-hair-stylings.html' title='Unfortunate Presidential Hair Stylings'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114019871235968587</id><published>2006-02-17T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-17T12:51:52.446-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ya</title><summary type='text'>The latest kerfuffle-in-a-box at the Olympics is that Johnny Weir is taking heat from the gay community for not talking about his sexual orientation. An openly gay former skater is also criticizing the media for not, um, probing him on the issue.Let's be real, here. If Mr. Weir had been caught with a woman, even a bobsledder, that would have been news.He's not hiding anything. Anyone with doubts </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114019871235968587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114019871235968587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/02/johnny-i-hardly-knew-ya.html' title='Johnny, I Hardly Knew Ya'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114011840885432620</id><published>2006-02-16T14:16:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-16T14:33:29.023-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Fatwalapalooza</title><summary type='text'>Here's a site that would frost the stindeens* of many people, including our excitable friends from Sandyland.  It's called "Jesus Dress Up!" and you can outfit our crucified savior in a number of snappy combinations, including scuba gear, bunny slippers and a smart little sun dress by way of cyber-fridge magnets.  Sluggo is a multi-demoninational icon abuser.* Ask Jim - PRS</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114011840885432620'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114011840885432620'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/02/fatwalapalooza.html' title='Fatwalapalooza'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114003823283996307</id><published>2006-02-15T15:44:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T16:18:12.106-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Olympics</title><summary type='text'>I like to watch ski jumping and not just in the hopes of seeing an "Agony of Defeat" moment. It's semi-old school.They go flying down the hill and launch themselves like so many Rocky the Flying Squirrels to see who can go the furthest. The 'semi' part comes in because they judge for style points. The hell with that. Why can't they just see who can jump the furthest? If someone wants to go head </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114003823283996307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114003823283996307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/02/olympics.html' title='The Olympics'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-114002278908833182</id><published>2006-02-15T11:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-15T11:59:49.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Zippo Tricks</title><summary type='text'>My cousin Scott was a super kid. He was a champion yo-yoist (yo-yoer?). He pulled me out of a creek when I was wee small and saved my life. He had a tryout with the Orioles. He could make me helpless with laughter whenever he chose.I did my best to imitate him, but nowhere were my efforts more futile than in the yo-yo arena. I was pretty good with the little paddle connected to the little rubber </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114002278908833182'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/114002278908833182'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/02/zippo-tricks.html' title='Zippo Tricks'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-113996573339498786</id><published>2006-02-14T20:04:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T20:16:03.220-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Love You</title><summary type='text'>Every good thing in my life is a direct result of a reckless and fortunate moment when I asked a Goddess for a date.Before: a mess of frustration and disappointment, loneliness and confusion. A junkyard of wrecked love affairs and absurd choices. Gloom, doom and dreams gone boom.After: also a mess, but a much nicer mess. Everything under "Before" except somebody loves me no matter what.  And </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113996573339498786'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113996573339498786'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/02/i-love-you_14.html' title='I Love You'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-113995342205575569</id><published>2006-02-14T16:40:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T16:45:10.146-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Washed In The Blood of the Veal</title><summary type='text'>From Mick Hartley:Cairo: About 20,000 people converged on a southEgypt village to be blessed by a calf born, theybelieved, as God’s reply to the publication of theProphet Muhammad cartoons. Its skin folds weresaid to have formed, “There is no God but Allah”.As I mentioned in his comments, I live close to a small, Spanish supermarket which made the news a year or so ago for a frost-mark on their </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113995342205575569'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113995342205575569'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/02/washed-in-blood-of-veal.html' title='Washed In The Blood of the Veal'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-113994672172753877</id><published>2006-02-14T14:47:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T14:52:01.750-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Or Do Anything With John Kerry</title><summary type='text'> Get yours here.H/T to TigerHawk.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113994672172753877'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113994672172753877'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/02/or-do-anything-with-john-kerry.html' title='Or Do Anything With John Kerry'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-113994159631319678</id><published>2006-02-14T12:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T15:15:18.780-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Goose/Gander -- Both Cooked</title><summary type='text'>Hillel Halkin makes an interesting point in a column in today's New York Sun.I don't find myself agreeing with the primeminister of Iran about many things, but aboutone thing, I believe, he is right. It is inconsistentto claim, in the name of freedom of expression,that a Danish newspaper has the right to publishany cartoon of Muhammad that it wants and atthe same time to have laws, as do at least</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113994159631319678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113994159631319678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/02/goosegander-both-cooked.html' title='Goose/Gander -- Both Cooked'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-113993664237147586</id><published>2006-02-14T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-14T13:54:34.316-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I've Always Wondered</title><summary type='text'>You scored as Serenity (Firefly). You like to live your own way and don't enjoy it when anyone but a friend tries to tell you should do different. Now if only the Reavers would quit trying to skin you.Serenity (Firefly)81%Galactica (Battlestar: Galactica)75%Nebuchadnezzar (The Matrix)75%Babylon 5 (Babylon 5)69%Moya (Farscape)69%Deep Space Nine (Star Trek)56%Millennium Falcon (Star Wars)56%SG-1 (</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113993664237147586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113993664237147586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/02/ive-always-wondered.html' title='I&apos;ve Always Wondered'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-113977555759010660</id><published>2006-02-12T15:11:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T21:38:06.500-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Winter Scenes</title><summary type='text'>&amp;amp;lt;br&amp;amp;gt;Powered by CastpostThe person in the first scene is happy.  The person in the second scene is not happy.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113977555759010660'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113977555759010660'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/02/winter-scenes_12.html' title='Winter Scenes'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-113968397913154351</id><published>2006-02-11T13:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-12T11:04:34.370-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival of the New Jersey Bloggers #39</title><summary type='text'>Bob, from eCache, is the ringmaster this week for The Carnival of the New Jersey Bloggers. I've been absent for the past few weeks from the festivities, but am dancing with the bearded lady again. Check in with Bob when you have some time because his link list is gi-normous.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113968397913154351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113968397913154351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/02/carnival-of-new-jersey-bloggers-39.html' title='Carnival of the New Jersey Bloggers #39'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-113966865906064709</id><published>2006-02-11T08:55:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-11T09:37:42.696-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Legislating Hurt Feelings</title><summary type='text'>There are some intelligent editorial remarks concerning the cartoon intifada over at OpinionJournal:The Western philosophical tradition is founded onthe belief that the execution of Socrates for blasphemingthe gods of Athens was an injustice. When BritishMuslims carry placards reading "Butcher those whomock Islam," they are making their differences withthat tradition depressingly plain.The </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113966865906064709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113966865906064709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/02/legislating-hurt-feelings.html' title='Legislating Hurt Feelings'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-113960888512184410</id><published>2006-02-10T16:12:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T20:39:30.566-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The G.P.</title><summary type='text'>I was going to link to a very nice story in the Metro section of the Times, but it turns out Clyde Haberman is one of the shadowy figures lurking behind the Times Select security wall. So, the hell with it.It concerned Dr. Charles Vialotti who practiced medicine right off Carmine street in the Village from 1941 until a couple of days ago when he retired at the age of 96. Dr. Vialotti worked </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113960888512184410'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113960888512184410'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/02/gp.html' title='The G.P.'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-113959036617116613</id><published>2006-02-10T10:52:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-10T11:52:46.300-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dial It Back, Akbar</title><summary type='text'>Our new office is only about five blocks from the old office, but it's an entirely different neighborhood. There, we had a kosher deli and a kosher falafel stand on the premises. You could get Chinese, Mexican, Might-As-Well-Put-A-Gun-To-Your-Head chicken sandwiches and pretty much anything else within a few steps of the building. Here, you can buy a Maserati right downstairs, but you can't get a</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113959036617116613'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113959036617116613'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/02/dial-it-back-akbar.html' title='Dial It Back, Akbar'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-113942137546110178</id><published>2006-02-08T12:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-08T19:05:35.430-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Wouldn't You Like A Nice Tuborg Right Now?</title><summary type='text'>Cox &amp; Forkum also has a good round-up on the Cartoon Intifada. Also, go to End The Boycott for a list of Danish products.James Lileks observes that there are three belief systems the media won't ridicule; Islam, Scientology and Astrology. I assume it's because they're afraid the religion of peace will blow their asses up, the religion of Hollywood nutters will drop a lawyer storm on them and the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113942137546110178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113942137546110178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/02/wouldnt-you-like-nice-tuborg-right-now.html' title='Wouldn&apos;t You Like A Nice Tuborg Right Now?'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-113933403148630519</id><published>2006-02-07T12:25:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-07T12:41:20.906-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Dog Bites Dog</title><summary type='text'>As a measure of just how clueless and simple otherwise intelligent and educated Islamists can be when confronted by the dizzying splendor of Western freedoms, the graphics editor of Iran's largest newspaper is holding a contest on cartoons of the Holocaust in response to the publishing in European papers of caricatures of the Prophet Muhammad.The sly devil really turned the tables on us, didn't </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113933403148630519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113933403148630519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/02/dog-bites-dog.html' title='Dog Bites Dog'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-113925613198142828</id><published>2006-02-06T14:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T15:29:15.603-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's All, Folks!</title><summary type='text'> A lot of good posts on the Jihadapalooza dust-up between Denmark and the Islamist nutters, from Mark Styne to Christopher Hitchens. Mick Hartley says this:So, the fuss about the Religious Hatred Bill was allfor nothing. It's not needed. As this cartoon affairclearly demonstrates, no one, and certainly notthe UK press, is going to do anything to offendMuslims from now on. Muslims have set the </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113925613198142828'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113925613198142828'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/02/thats-all-folks.html' title='That&apos;s All, Folks!'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-113906722231355668</id><published>2006-02-04T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-06T01:25:00.973-05:00</updated><title type='text'>27-17, Pittsburgh</title><summary type='text'>We had a nice little system going. The one other Steeler fan among the parents at Gracie's school and his family would come over, we'd watch the game and I would cook dinner. The wives would yak and Vanessa would distract Grace from the fact that absolutely no one was paying any attention to her.This arrangement was responsible for three straight amazing playoff victories. Today, however, some </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113906722231355668'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113906722231355668'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/02/27-17-pittsburgh.html' title='27-17, Pittsburgh'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-113899206276366865</id><published>2006-02-03T13:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T13:47:04.640-05:00</updated><title type='text'>George, Was It Really Necessary To Slay That Dragon?</title><summary type='text'>Dan O'Byrne compares the roads to sainthood and the Supreme Court and recommends the former to the faint of heart.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113899206276366865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113899206276366865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/02/george-was-it-really-necessary-to-slay.html' title='George, Was It Really Necessary To Slay That Dragon?'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-113899039990174003</id><published>2006-02-03T13:11:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T13:24:47.080-05:00</updated><title type='text'>It's Symbolic Gesture Friday!</title><summary type='text'>Stolen from Fausta, via Malkin.For the time being, it's just symbolic.  Any newspaper or media outlet has the right to publish the Jihadapalooza Danish cartoons.  It's worth remembering, though, that Great Britain has apparently and just barely beaten back a law that would have made publishing them, even in a blog, patently illegal.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113899039990174003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113899039990174003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/02/its-symbolic-gesture-friday.html' title='It&apos;s Symbolic Gesture Friday!'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-113875601501640357</id><published>2006-01-31T19:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-02-03T15:34:50.990-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Treyf Banquet</title><summary type='text'>Here are three tunes by the Klezmatics, from their Rise Up! Shteyt Oyt! album.The first is Kats un Moyz. Count the subversive musical elements that creep in and stare from the shadows or flash by like a witch in a hurricane.Powered by CastpostThis one reminds me of a hot summer night about fifteen years ago when I lived in Washington Heights. My side of Broadway was mostly Hasids, the other side </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113875601501640357'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113875601501640357'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/01/treyf-banquet.html' title='Treyf Banquet'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-113863871740547277</id><published>2006-01-30T11:15:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-30T11:31:57.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Carnival of the New Jersey Bloggers #37</title><summary type='text'>Smadanek gives us the "Beautiful Mind" Carnival, with numbers flying around like Jersey Skeeters in July.  Always something interesting going on at the Carnival.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113863871740547277'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113863871740547277'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/01/carnival-of-new-jersey-bloggers-37.html' title='Carnival of the New Jersey Bloggers #37'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-113833936432072734</id><published>2006-01-26T23:41:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-27T13:35:01.503-05:00</updated><title type='text'>I Got Yer Charming</title><summary type='text'>It's not like I get a lot of love from the world in general on a daily basis. And by 'a lot' I mean what I expect, what I feel is mine by rights. And I'm not unaware that what I expect may be far from my just deserts. I know that when I arrived in the Big City in 1967 I was a little confused about the fact that there wasn't a parade in honor of the event. I got over that eventually.But yesterday </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113833936432072734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113833936432072734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/01/i-got-yer-charming.html' title='I Got Yer Charming'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-113745584102512466</id><published>2006-01-16T18:35:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-16T18:57:21.093-05:00</updated><title type='text'>That's Ro-Day-O, Partner</title><summary type='text'>My friend Nancy sent me this this ad for the Los Angeles County Fair.  Their slogan is "Kinder. Simpler.  Funner."I'm guessing there's no tractor pull contest.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113745584102512466'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113745584102512466'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/01/thats-ro-day-o-partner.html' title='That&apos;s Ro-Day-O, Partner'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-113728388785832537</id><published>2006-01-14T12:23:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-14T23:00:03.216-05:00</updated><title type='text'>No Man Entirely Leaves 15 Behind</title><summary type='text'>I was fifteen and my father decided to take me and a pal to the drive-in to see a movie.  Bye, Bye Birdie.By the time Ann-Margret was done with the title song my friend and I felt we had completed our transition into manhood. We hadn't, obviously, but it was a transformitive experience.  The old man got very nervous and we had to plead with him not to leave.Of course that was nothing compared to </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113728388785832537'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113728388785832537'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/01/no-man-entirely-leaves-15-behind.html' title='No Man Entirely Leaves 15 Behind'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-113686380088046327</id><published>2006-01-09T21:29:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-12T06:16:43.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Russellmania</title><summary type='text'>I'm a big fan of Leon Russell. In fact, he's been sheparding me through the last few weeks. Since I have very little to contribute to the conversation, I'm just going to post a short Leon Russell songbook.First up, with a nod to my friend Gregor (please consider contributing to his Ukulele Fund), is The Queen of the Roller Derby.Powered by CastpostIf The Shoe Fits manages to be witty while </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113686380088046327'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113686380088046327'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/01/russellmania.html' title='Russellmania'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-113651897969694941</id><published>2006-01-05T22:02:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-06T19:13:44.310-05:00</updated><title type='text'>The Man Behind The Curtain</title><summary type='text'>My focus is elsewhere and I really intended to disemblog for a few weeks, but when Mr. Snitch! slips you a meme you must drink deep or hold yourself very cheap indeed.He wants his victims to name and describe five personal eccentricities. My first instinct, of course, was to take five things I like about myself and dress them up as oddities. I'm too nice. I care too much. Dishonesty angers me. </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113651897969694941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113651897969694941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/01/man-behind-curtain.html' title='The Man Behind The Curtain'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-113649496325228884</id><published>2006-01-05T16:00:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-05T16:02:43.273-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Caesura</title><summary type='text'>I hate to do this badly so I just won't do it until I can pay enough attention to it. So long for a couple weeks.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113649496325228884'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113649496325228884'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/01/caesura.html' title='Caesura'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-113622820093645772</id><published>2006-01-02T13:48:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-01-02T14:58:46.690-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Warming Up</title><summary type='text'>Well, it's been going on two weeks now since I picked up a blog in anger and I have to tell you the truth, I was considering giving it up for good.But that's just crazy talk.It's actually laziness talking. I haven't been reading the papers or watching the news and have found it difficult to work up a sputtering rage about anything except traffic. Beat up from work and anxious about new </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113622820093645772'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113622820093645772'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2006/01/warming-up.html' title='Warming Up'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-113587610856066758</id><published>2005-12-29T11:31:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-29T12:08:28.643-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Surfacing for a Moment</title><summary type='text'>This is really the first moment since we began our office move that I've had to sit and bloviate. Lucky you!In the immortal words of Suzette, [H]owever bad you think this is going to be, let me assure you that the reality will be much worse. Truer words were never, ever spoken.We've had one move out and I've got everything lined up for the final move out tomorrow morning.  What would have been </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113587610856066758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113587610856066758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2005/12/surfacing-for-moment.html' title='Surfacing for a Moment'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-113510457312907053</id><published>2005-12-20T13:42:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T13:49:33.140-05:00</updated><title type='text'>My Friends</title><summary type='text'>We're scheduled to move our office tomorrow and, being the office manager, I'm fully engaged in that.  I don't know how much time I'll have to spend with you before Christmas.So let me say now how much I love doing this and how much I appreciate your participation.If best wishes and fond hopes have any power you all will have peaceful holidays filled with family and fun and good food and lots of </summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113510457312907053'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113510457312907053'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2005/12/my-friends.html' title='My Friends'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6012203.post-113510030772557168</id><published>2005-12-20T12:36:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2005-12-20T12:44:19.426-05:00</updated><title type='text'>Shanks Mare</title><summary type='text'>It wasn't too bad for me, I just had to walk from Port Authority to 53rd and Lex, but the rest of the crew, coming from Staten Island and further out in New Jersey got here three hours late. The streets were jammed with pedestrians and the mood seemed light. We'll see how people feel about the transportation strike around January 5.</summary><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113510030772557168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6012203/posts/default/113510030772557168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sluggoneedsanap.blogspot.com/2005/12/shanks-mare.html' title='Shanks Mare'/><author><name>Sluggo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/03311898748820619618</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
