<?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-5190976</id><updated>2011-12-12T18:31:22.886-05:00</updated><title type='text'>*goofball*</title><subtitle type='html'>because the word 'dork' was ruined for me</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</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>508</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-901029804297965601</id><published>2008-09-23T11:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-09-23T11:42:41.615-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Yes, Yes I amI am taking a hiatus. Clearly I can't keep up with my blog like I used to. So, I will take a break and work on drumming up some new writing ideas. I hope this isn't a symptom of turning 30. ;)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/901029804297965601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=901029804297965601&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/901029804297965601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/901029804297965601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/09/yes-yes-i-am-i-am-taking-hiatus.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-6522485691896081782</id><published>2008-08-07T11:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T11:18:15.209-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Taking ActionWhile emailing my "beloved" mayor this morning -- *cough*CORRUPTION*cough* -- excuse me, anyway, when emailing my mayor this morning about something she should take action on (one-page PDF), I noticed just how odd her photo is on the city website. Here we see the mayor as part of the site's masthead...with an expression as if she can't believe she got elected despite several </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/6522485691896081782/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=6522485691896081782&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/6522485691896081782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/6522485691896081782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/08/taking-action-while-emailing-my-beloved.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-7029257964230862456</id><published>2008-08-07T10:17:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-08-07T10:27:40.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Making Fun of Something TerribleOne of the papers in DC this morning had a huge headline on the front page: "Anthrax mailer driven by rage."Seeing that made me wonder what else someone would be driven by if they're set on killing people. I suppose it could be "suspicion" or "depression," but those are related to rage. Then I started thinking of the unusual things that could drive an anthrax </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/7029257964230862456/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=7029257964230862456&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/7029257964230862456'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/7029257964230862456'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/08/making-fun-of-something-terrible-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-7107902639042714032</id><published>2008-07-24T14:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T15:40:41.118-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Battling the TrainYou've all heard me complain on here about the commuter train (new "reason for being late" to add to that list: disgruntled passenger on board. Seriously.) - this week I finally had the last straw. In the past two months the trains have been especially bad, I'm home late by at least 30 minutes what seems like about 60% of the time.This week was it. Monday night I got home 40 </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/7107902639042714032/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=7107902639042714032&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/7107902639042714032'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/7107902639042714032'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/07/battling-train-youve-all-heard-me.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-943900025258971028</id><published>2008-07-18T11:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T11:25:18.213-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Time MachineIn the touristy book shop at Union Station they regularly have Democrat and Republican gear in the window. Right now it's a t-shirt supporting Obama, and one supporting McCain. The problem is that the phrasing on the Obama shirt is bizarre. Under a picture of him it says"Obama for President - Changing History."At first glance, you may not notice a problem with that phrase. But then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/943900025258971028/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=943900025258971028&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/943900025258971028'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/943900025258971028'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/07/time-machine-in-touristy-book-shop-at.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-8932506189647583837</id><published>2008-06-27T16:10:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-27T16:35:18.516-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Working OutToday marks the end of Week 4 of my new daily workout regimen. This is pretty major for me - I've never had a regular workout before. I've been a member of a gym before, but did not have a set schedule for when to go. I'm a fairly active person anyway, but have never done anything so organized.I decided to do an at-home workout, and the one I found has been great - ie, kicked my butt </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/8932506189647583837/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=8932506189647583837&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/8932506189647583837'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/8932506189647583837'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/06/working-out-today-marks-end-of-week-4.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-5794171239897529545</id><published>2008-06-20T13:55:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-20T13:58:37.215-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>When God Doesn't Want You To Go BrownOh UPS, is there anything you can control? I was just checking the tracking status of a package I ordered, and everything was fine until yesterday. See below:LAUREL,MD,  US        06/20/2008  1:37 P.M.  ARRIVAL SCAN   VERNON,CA,  US       06/19/2008  10:00 P.M.   ADVERSE WEATHER CONDITIONSLAUREL,MD,  US        06/19/2008  10:00 P.M.  NATURAL DISASTER</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/5794171239897529545/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=5794171239897529545&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/5794171239897529545'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/5794171239897529545'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/06/when-god-doesnt-want-you-to-go-brown-oh.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-5999065774760194369</id><published>2008-06-12T14:43:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-12T15:01:03.676-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Public TransitNext week I'll be in San Francisco for work, and as I was planning my transportation from the airport to the office, I noticed how easily understandable the San Fran subway map is.Look at it - like a nice pretty rainbow....which I suppose is appropriate for big gay San Fran.But, it's easy to figure out what's going where. Not tough at all.And then I think about the NYC subway map, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/5999065774760194369/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=5999065774760194369&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/5999065774760194369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/5999065774760194369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/06/public-transit-next-week-ill-be-in-san.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</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://bp3.blogger.com/_BMF1ki_fbR8/SFFuzyvVFOI/AAAAAAAAAHY/l_fDwWqE5E8/s72-c/BART+map.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-2026424444133020871</id><published>2008-06-11T10:11:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-06-11T10:13:45.308-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sentence of the DaySaid out loud this morning in my car on the way to the train stop:"Why is that crab wearing a top hat?"(To explain, there is a crab place on the way which had big signs out front promoting their delicious food)</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/2026424444133020871/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=2026424444133020871&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/2026424444133020871'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/2026424444133020871'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/06/sentence-of-day-said-out-loud-this.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-2034201008536919652</id><published>2008-05-28T14:27:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-28T14:45:59.632-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Open Letter to Atlanta's Hartsfield-Jackson AirportDear Atlanta Airport Officials,I am writing with great urgency, and I even feel like I should also CC the folks over at NASA. I want to share my great revelation with you: I am no scientists, but I have discovered that your airport is a black hole. But you're not just any black hole! First, let me give you the definition according to Wikipedia:  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/2034201008536919652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=2034201008536919652&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/2034201008536919652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/2034201008536919652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/05/open-letter-to-atlantas-hartsfield.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-1541887874375237733</id><published>2008-05-22T11:58:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-22T12:02:38.408-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Breaking newsCoworker 1: I don't get it, how do you find these stories?Coworker 2: It's obvious that she does a daily search for stories about donkeys and energy issues.Me: Yeah, I have a daily google news alert set up with the words "gas prices" and "mules."Coworker 1: Do you really?Me: *blank stare*....Are you really asking me that question?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/1541887874375237733/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=1541887874375237733&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/1541887874375237733'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/1541887874375237733'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/05/breaking-news-coworker-1-i-dont-get-it.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-6978342375891835803</id><published>2008-05-09T13:25:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-09T13:29:16.297-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>It's raining so hard...It's been raining so hard and so long that this morning as I was running to catch my train, I had to jump over a snake in the commuter lot. Seriously.I swear I could hear it saying, "Forget this living in grass shit, I could DROWN! I'm willing to chance it in the parking lot."</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/6978342375891835803/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=6978342375891835803&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/6978342375891835803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/6978342375891835803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/05/its-raining-so-hard.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-1896182608259517669</id><published>2008-05-07T15:28:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-07T15:31:13.659-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Online ShoppingToday I found two things I need.#1- The Back-Up. (Watch the commercial)#2- From Craigslist.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/1896182608259517669/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=1896182608259517669&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/1896182608259517669'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/1896182608259517669'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/05/online-shopping-today-i-found-two.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-2329977769000043869</id><published>2008-05-01T16:01:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T16:03:58.221-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Wow, you know you've called a small town when someone refers you to another person ("call them for the correct info") and just gives you the last four digits of their phone number.After spending years in Boston and now in the DC-Baltimore corridor, when I visit my parents in Ohio I still have to ask if one must dial the area code to reach another person in their city. I've gotten so used to it </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/2329977769000043869/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=2329977769000043869&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/2329977769000043869'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/2329977769000043869'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/05/wow-you-know-youve-called-small-town.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-5139524489913510407</id><published>2008-05-01T12:46:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-05-01T12:49:23.924-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Life goal #347: To make it onto a jumbotron at a major sporting event (MLB or NFL game). Last night I achieved that goal at an Orioles game. Hooray for me, check that one off the list. To go along with that Life Goal is Life Goal #348: Catch a foul ball. I have not yet achieved that one.In other news, this area of the U.S. has decided that I will have allergies despite never having them up until </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/5139524489913510407/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=5139524489913510407&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/5139524489913510407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/5139524489913510407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/05/life-goal-347-to-make-it-onto-jumbotron.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-3451303460120997282</id><published>2008-04-18T14:02:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T14:30:29.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why do environmentalists hate America?I love hyperbole. I use it a lot because it makes me laugh - sometimes I laugh so hard my head explodes. But I digress.I sometimes enjoy when other people use it, as is the case with two examples from this week - both from the same newspaper, the Las Vegas Review Journal. #1- this editorial: Environmentalists are against human prosperity. Favorite quote </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/3451303460120997282/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=3451303460120997282&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/3451303460120997282'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/3451303460120997282'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/04/why-do-environmentalists-hate-america-i.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-9049679330924895909</id><published>2008-04-17T11:09:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-17T11:13:47.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Pope and DCAs you've probably all heard by now, the Pope is in DC this week. I was concerned about how this would affect my train commute, but so far it's been fine...I suppose. Union Station was full of Catholic school girls yesterday morning (surreal), and then last night, lined up along my train's platform, were three or four Amtrak police officers holding machine guns.I have not yet seen </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/9049679330924895909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=9049679330924895909&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/9049679330924895909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/9049679330924895909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/04/pope-and-dc-as-youve-probably-all-heard.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-792208182574017242</id><published>2008-04-16T10:03:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T10:08:39.371-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Laugh of the DayI've both laughed at this today and been slightly scared. Is it good or bad when you find out that the business side of Al Qaeda operates similarly to your last job? Read more in the LA Times article here.This is the section that solidifies it for me:The shaggy, battle-scarred holy warriors of Afghanistan were micromanagers. They scrupulously documented logistical details -- one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/792208182574017242/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=792208182574017242&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/792208182574017242'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/792208182574017242'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/04/laugh-of-day-ive-both-laughed-at-this.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-4634365423331611655</id><published>2008-04-14T14:32:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-14T14:43:45.048-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Sweet Dreams Aren't Made of TheseSince I started my current job six months ago, it has haunted my dreams. At least three times each week I wake up to thoughts of clean energy, renewable energy, discussions of the materials I'm writing, and now most recently - Earth Day. It's bizarre. I've never had a job take such a stronghold on my dreams before.Even my recurring dream experiences of tornadoes I</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/4634365423331611655/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=4634365423331611655&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/4634365423331611655'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/4634365423331611655'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/04/sweet-dreams-arent-made-of-these-since.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-6137342474066043011</id><published>2008-04-08T09:12:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-08T15:17:44.992-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reasons given when my commuter train has been late going to or from work:-Rain-Snow-Ice-Too hot-Too cold-Someone walked in front of the train while it was leaving the station-Not enough staff-Amtrak-Signal problems-Switch problems-Debris on the tracks-Deer on the tracks-The doors won't open-The doors won't closeI know this list will grow with time, but that's just 5 and 1/2 months' worth of </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/6137342474066043011/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=6137342474066043011&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/6137342474066043011'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/6137342474066043011'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/04/reasons-given-when-my-commuter-train.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-3045972740419249605</id><published>2008-04-03T11:02:00.004-04:00</published><updated>2008-04-03T11:17:08.853-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TrainingSunday night I had an experience where the stereotype of women training their boyfriends/husbands to say the right thing played out very real right before me. You know what I mean - how you're not supposed to say anything but "great!" when your wife/girlfriend says, "How do I look?"We were at a birthday party and the birthday gal had been forced by her inlaws to try on the clothes they </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/3045972740419249605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=3045972740419249605&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/3045972740419249605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/3045972740419249605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/04/training-sunday-night-i-had-experience.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-5123201211772568687</id><published>2008-03-27T12:47:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-27T13:12:56.158-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BusyUh oh, I started slacking again here. Keep on it, keep on blogging!I had a nice Easter weekend with my parents, who came down last Thursday. We spent Friday up at Longwood Gardens in PA, which is truly an amazing place. I'd been there once before and knew I had to bring my mom - the gardener extraordinaire. They were having an orchid festival and I can't even describe how beautiful all the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/5123201211772568687/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=5123201211772568687&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/5123201211772568687'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/5123201211772568687'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/03/busy-uh-oh-i-started-slacking-again.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-4290203108741494335</id><published>2008-03-19T13:04:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-19T13:10:24.960-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rude AwakeningLast night on my train ride home from work I was drifting off a little bit. I was noticing how little bits of green were starting to become more frequent on the bushes and trees we passed, along with the beginning of some flowers blooming. We passed this one area that makes me happy each day because it's a wetlands where there are a bunch of large nests with cranes and herons </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/4290203108741494335/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=4290203108741494335&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/4290203108741494335'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/4290203108741494335'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/03/rude-awakening-last-night-on-my-train.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-6920303376068380962</id><published>2008-03-17T15:42:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T15:49:45.904-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spring Cleaning PlanAmy and I discovered a clever way to spring clean this weekend.Step 1: Flood your basement.Step 2: Clean.Step 3: Profit?Okay, that third step certainly isn't the case, especially after seeing how much the plumber charged us to fix the small hole in the pipe that caused so much trouble.Thankfully we didn't lose much. We had a moment more than a year ago where a day of heavy </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/6920303376068380962/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=6920303376068380962&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/6920303376068380962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/6920303376068380962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-cleaning-plan-amy-and-i.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-3110362297296417675</id><published>2008-03-14T12:08:00.003-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T12:14:40.961-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Clothing that insultsTwo clothing-related names that have bothered me for some time but I am only commenting on them now even though I'm sure others have done so 100s of times before me:#1- Dress Barn. Why would you name a women's clothing store that? It brings up images of large livestock, or the idea that your ass is too wide to fit into a dress of normal size, so you need a dress the size of a</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/3110362297296417675/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=3110362297296417675&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/3110362297296417675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/3110362297296417675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/03/clothing-that-insults-two-clothing.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-7888014532669436700</id><published>2008-03-13T13:37:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-13T13:40:25.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Boogie DownWhile I was driving to improv practice last night I passed a walking path around a large lake. Normally I don't think much of it except that it's nice to see some trees and grass and water in the city. Last night was different, I had that thought and one that revolved around one of the walkers I saw.This woman was obviously out to walk for exercise, she was dressed for it. But what </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/7888014532669436700/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=7888014532669436700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/7888014532669436700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/7888014532669436700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/03/boogie-down-while-i-was-driving-to.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-8651247840140715377</id><published>2008-03-12T11:13:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-12T11:17:52.575-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Another quote of noteYesterday's had one fan, so maybe today's will hit another good note. From Walt Whitman in "Leaves of Grass."This is what you shall do: Love the earth and sun and the animals, despise riches, give alms to every one that asks, stand up for the stupid and crazy, devote your income and labor to others, hate tyrants, argue not concerning God, have patience and indulgence toward </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/8651247840140715377/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=8651247840140715377&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/8651247840140715377'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/8651247840140715377'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/03/another-quote-of-note-yesterdays-had.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-8318526388188325366</id><published>2008-03-11T14:29:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T14:31:44.283-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Recent quote of noteAbove all, do not lose your desire to walk. Every day I walk myself into a state of well-being and walk away from every illness. I have walked myself into my best thoughts, and I know of no thought so burdensome that one cannot walk away from it.-- Soren Kierkegaard</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/8318526388188325366/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=8318526388188325366&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/8318526388188325366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/8318526388188325366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/03/recent-quote-of-note-above-all-do-not.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-7354160896138341020</id><published>2008-03-10T15:05:00.002-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-10T15:08:23.690-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Head meet deskYou ever have one of those days where nothing you produce is at all what your supervisor wants, not matter how much you change it and make it look like what they say they want? Yeah, having one of those today. At some point it's just not even worth me doing it anymore because the time we've spent going back and forth - the head honcho could've done it.Foul mood continuing...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/7354160896138341020/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=7354160896138341020&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/7354160896138341020'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/7354160896138341020'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/03/head-meet-desk-you-ever-have-one-of.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-5065186371496695298</id><published>2008-03-08T14:18:00.005-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-08T14:40:18.196-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Train Station NicknamesSince I see 95% of the same people at my train stop every morning, some have earned nicknames based on how they dress or on their mannerisms.Here's the list of nicknames I have thus far:-The Player: This way this guy dresses always looks like he's trying way too hard. His glasses are the fancy style gold frames similar to what MC Hammer used to wear, only not as huge in </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/5065186371496695298/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=5065186371496695298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/5065186371496695298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/5065186371496695298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/03/train-station-nicknames-since-i-see-95.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-7229531435738433406</id><published>2008-03-07T13:21:00.006-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-07T13:41:36.591-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Reading ChallengeTara was asking me to update everyone on what I've been reading this year, so here we go.What I've read so far this year (in order):1. The Glass Castle by Jeannette Walls. This is a great memoir, I recommend it. It's sad, but also very well-written. This gal had a rough upbringing and parts of it are heart-wrenching, fascinating and beautiful.2. The Nymphos of Rocky Flats by </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/7229531435738433406/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=7229531435738433406&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/7229531435738433406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/7229531435738433406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/03/reading-challenge-tara-was-asking-me-to.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-4365259297851097235</id><published>2008-03-05T21:43:00.002-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T22:06:36.191-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SpringUgh, thank you spring for finally starting to show up 'round these here parts! I've done some spring cleaning on this blog, too, obviously.Yesterday morning while waiting for the commuter train (which was on time for the first time in more than a week), I looked up into the lovely blue sky and noticed several huge flocks of geese flying home from their winter vacations. They were really </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/4365259297851097235/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=4365259297851097235&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/4365259297851097235'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/4365259297851097235'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/03/spring-ugh-thank-you-spring-for-finally.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-879672800039423430</id><published>2008-01-14T12:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-14T12:51:10.765-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The PlagueDear sweet Jesus, I just had a cold that knocked me on my rear for a solid week. Unreal. I managed to make it through the last winter season cold-free, but this time my luck ran out. Amy and I both got it, too, which made for a Dark Ages kind of house, complete with me wondering if I should burn our sheets and pajamas, and maybe spray paint "UNCLEAN" on the outside of our house.Saturday</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/879672800039423430/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=879672800039423430&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/879672800039423430'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/879672800039423430'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/01/plague-dear-sweet-jesus-i-just-had-cold.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-8906982198695724185</id><published>2008-01-03T13:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-03T13:37:16.831-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>ANTMWhile waiting in line at Subway today, I noticed two guys dressed in business suits behind me in line discussing the reality TV show America's Next Top Model. The one guy was telling the other all about this one contestant who'd cried really hard when the show's hosts made her cut her hair. She hated it so much she left the show. He knew a lot of details about it and went on for quite a while</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/8906982198695724185/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=8906982198695724185&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/8906982198695724185'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/8906982198695724185'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/01/antm-while-waiting-in-line-at-subway.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-3560897825104812161</id><published>2008-01-01T20:33:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2008-01-01T21:08:22.466-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SlackerUm, yeah. Anyway, let's see if 2008 will make me a better blogger.I thought I'd at least pop on to report back on my 2007 New Year's Resolution of reading as many books as I could. I made it to 46 books. Considering I didn't really start this challenge until mid-February of '07, I did pretty well.The list of what I read in 2007, in order:1. "300" by Frank Miller2. "One Flew Over the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/3560897825104812161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=3560897825104812161&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/3560897825104812161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/3560897825104812161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2008/01/slacker-um-yeah.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-3594726618344919983</id><published>2007-11-05T21:03:00.001-05:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T21:50:54.232-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The jobAlright alright, I know I've slacked off.I started my new job last Monday, so I've been busy. I took a job as a media writer  .It's been very interesting so far. I'm learning a lot of new acronyms and all about politics, that's for sure.The media/communications department is made up of five people in  and then another 4 or 5 in Texas and at the national headquarters in . I learned last </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/3594726618344919983/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=3594726618344919983&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/3594726618344919983'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/3594726618344919983'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/11/job-alright-alright-i-know-ive-slacked.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-3838256892891605953</id><published>2007-10-16T09:41:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T21:54:17.519-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>New job!So I took the job with . Hooray! I start on Oct. 29th. It's a media writer position . It's a big fat huge pay raise over what I'm getting now. I'll be writing a little bit of everything for them. Now it's me trying to motivate myself enough to keep working in these final two weeks.In other news, Amy and I had a nice productive weekend. We needed a new bathroom sink faucet, so we went to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/3838256892891605953/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=3838256892891605953&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/3838256892891605953'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/3838256892891605953'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/10/new-job-so-i-took-job-with-sierra-club.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</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://bp1.blogger.com/_BMF1ki_fbR8/RxTGoWaeH7I/AAAAAAAAAHQ/fVaRNI8aA7U/s72-c/old+house.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-2723582556349216794</id><published>2007-10-10T09:35:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2008-03-05T21:54:51.491-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>UpdateI disappeared! All is well, don't worry. Here's what is going on:-I just got my second job offer and I'm 99.99% sure I'm going to take it. It's with  and I don't know why I would turn it down. Hooray!-I may or may not have a kidney stone. I've done some tests and what not, with no conclusion yet. So now I have to go to a urologist and get a very, very unpleasant procedure done. Yeeesh. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/2723582556349216794/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=2723582556349216794&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/2723582556349216794'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/2723582556349216794'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/10/update-i-disappeared-all-is-well-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-1177252431263362986</id><published>2007-09-12T15:41:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-12T16:13:01.932-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>I heart CraigslistOh, Craigslist, you miracle of free Web sites where I can get rid of crap. Months ago when my mom helped me remove buckets and buckets of white landscaping rocks that were uglying up our front flower bed, Craigslist's "Free" section found me multiple takers.Mom kept asking, as she lugged buckets of rocks to the backyard for storage, "Where are you going to get rid of these </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/1177252431263362986/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=1177252431263362986&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/1177252431263362986'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/1177252431263362986'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/09/i-oh-craigslist-you-miracle-of-free-web.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</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://bp0.blogger.com/_BMF1ki_fbR8/RuhHp79b46I/AAAAAAAAAGo/1D2pWfHqCW8/s72-c/St.+Mark%27s+Pictures+003.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-8340200549650301314</id><published>2007-09-11T12:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-11T12:13:45.843-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tornado cake! I can't believe I didn't blog about this as soon as I got back. It's that amazing. My friends know me too well. When I was in Chicago over Labor Day weekend, Amber made me a tornado cake.It was delicious and destructive all at the same time. Amber, you rule! I'll post more of my Chicago trip pics later, we've got some good ones. The tornado cake is the best, though. Or should I say.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/8340200549650301314/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=8340200549650301314&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/8340200549650301314'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/8340200549650301314'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/09/tornado-cake-i-cant-believe-i-didnt.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</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://bp2.blogger.com/_BMF1ki_fbR8/Rua-EcxFzjI/AAAAAAAAAGQ/6klDs7uWPVU/s72-c/tornado2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-2571596459530739751</id><published>2007-09-10T12:08:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-09-10T12:17:59.939-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Something to do with myselfI'm 29 now. I now have just over 50 weeks to do something with myself before I turn 30. I'm not viewing turning 30 as some end of the world, but rather as a challenge. I've done well so far with my "Get off your lazy butt and read" campaign I started as a New Year's Resolution (just finished book #31 for the year), I figure I can do something good with myself in the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/2571596459530739751/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=2571596459530739751&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/2571596459530739751'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/2571596459530739751'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/09/something-to-do-with-myself-im-29-now.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-4210444975590767152</id><published>2007-08-29T09:34:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-29T09:50:49.320-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>SweetWoo, what a busy summer! In between being rejected from possible new jobs and working at a job that continuously pays me late, I've been swamped.Maybe a tad bitter. That's alright, today is a great day and I will enjoy it. I give to you now some photos from a really fun whitewater kayak trip some friends and I took this past weekend. We went out to Harpers Ferry and did the 6 mile trip down </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/4210444975590767152/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=4210444975590767152&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/4210444975590767152'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/4210444975590767152'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/08/sweet-woo-what-busy-summer-in-between.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</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://bp0.blogger.com/_BMF1ki_fbR8/RtV3YMxFzZI/AAAAAAAAAFA/kXzJ41IwE1A/s72-c/Kayak8.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-4744767645862526088</id><published>2007-08-10T15:05:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-08-10T15:14:50.482-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Two things#1- Last night two friends, Amy and I all went to an Orioles game. We watched the Seattle Mariners trounce the O's. I saw my first ever grand slam and my first ever rain delay.The weirdest thing, though, was where our seats were. Our friends got the seats way up in the bleachers over the left field. Much of the upper deck was empty...except our area. We got the four available seats </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/4744767645862526088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=4744767645862526088&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/4744767645862526088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/4744767645862526088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/08/two-things-1-last-night-two-friends-amy.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-2079850569142193881</id><published>2007-07-24T16:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-24T16:46:23.532-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>A great findI'm closing down our Earthlink internet service because it's time to upgrade. In doing so, I've been cleaning out my earthlink email account and finding neat old things I'd saved from years ago.Getting rid of Earthlink is kind of bittersweet, I suppose. I've been with them since June of 2001. Yeah, seriously. Even the gal I spoke with on the phone today was shocked when she looked </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/2079850569142193881/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=2079850569142193881&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/2079850569142193881'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/2079850569142193881'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/07/great-find-im-closing-down-our.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</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://bp3.blogger.com/_BMF1ki_fbR8/RqZgYbW6jiI/AAAAAAAAADw/6qycTwXUl18/s72-c/flagWTC.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-8842520273987997604</id><published>2007-07-20T09:45:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-20T10:02:50.034-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Misc.--When I was a kid and the topic of oxymorons came up, friends and I would always laugh as we recited them. I would always throw in "jumbo shrimp," because I love that one. Others would get said and we'd laugh (boneless ribs! pretty ugly! freezer burn!). And then inevitably someone would toss out "military intelligence" and everyone would laugh - everyone except for me.I genuinely never </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/8842520273987997604/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=8842520273987997604&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/8842520273987997604'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/8842520273987997604'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/07/misc.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-1494846390750841712</id><published>2007-07-16T09:55:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-07-16T10:01:29.131-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Tomato....OF DOOM!Here you'll see Amy phoning the police about the giant tomato that's taken up residence in our home. Our tomato plant in back of the house is out of control and the fruits are threatening to take over unless we let them use the basement rent-free.Rrrright. In any case, I was getting a nice photo of the first tomato to come off our plant when I noticed the fun of perspective </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/1494846390750841712/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=1494846390750841712&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/1494846390750841712'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/1494846390750841712'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/07/tomato.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</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://bp3.blogger.com/_BMF1ki_fbR8/Rpt45Z1FOqI/AAAAAAAAADg/nYgaHfeKQRs/s72-c/tomato+of+doom.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-5910725138219482443</id><published>2007-06-29T09:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-29T10:13:36.828-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The NumbersFrom my walk last night at our local state park, things I saw.Deer: 1Large turtles swimming in river: 1Big ol' carp: 2Shoes stuck in mud near river: 2Great Blue Heron: 2Screaming joggers: 2That last one is the interesting one. I was walking along enjoying the quiet and solitude on the river path when I heard a few screams behind me. They didn't sound like someone was dying - more like </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/5910725138219482443/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=5910725138219482443&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/5910725138219482443'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/5910725138219482443'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/06/numbers-from-my-walk-last-night-at-our.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-4125401725468904734</id><published>2007-06-26T11:28:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-28T11:10:07.077-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Congress On Monday I went to my first Congressional hearing in the House office building called Rayburn. It was about the Sept. 11 dust issue in Lower Manhattan. Or rather, if you want the real subcommittee and hearing name - try this on for size:House Judiciary Subcommittee on the Constitution, Civil Rights and Civil Liberties Oversight Hearing on "Substantive Due Process Violations Arising from</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/4125401725468904734/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=4125401725468904734&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/4125401725468904734'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/4125401725468904734'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/06/congress-on-monday-i-went-to-my-first.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</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://bp2.blogger.com/_BMF1ki_fbR8/RoPOP4ASuDI/AAAAAAAAADY/O2qvJ5uIgi4/s72-c/hearing3.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-1230365476657102417</id><published>2007-06-11T10:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T11:02:47.976-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Neighbors, cont.Whew summer, how you keep me busy! Okay, not that busy, but it's warm enough for me to be outside rather than lazing around too much. I did also just finish book #21, in case you were keeping track of my reading goals for the year.Anyway, I promised more crazy neighborhood stories, and so here they are.First up, the hammer story. A few weeks back I was in the house with the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/1230365476657102417/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=1230365476657102417&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/1230365476657102417'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/1230365476657102417'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/06/neighbors-cont.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-455011547582462228</id><published>2007-06-01T10:31:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-06-11T11:03:22.483-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>There's a policeman laying in my front yard...I was discussing the happenings in my neighborhood with a friend and he suggested I should write a book because it's so crazy. It's true - some weird and bizarre things have happened in the almost 12 months since we moved to this new house.I decided that if I do write a book about this neighborhood, the title will be "There's a Policeman Laying in my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/455011547582462228/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=455011547582462228&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/455011547582462228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/455011547582462228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/06/theres-policeman-laying-in-my-front.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-5336922408501373106</id><published>2007-05-30T10:07:00.001-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-30T10:43:36.359-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Numbers  My Memorial Day Weekend Camping Trip by the numbers.Trip goers: 4 - (Amy, Tara, Brenna and I)Cars packed to the brim with camping gear: 1Snakes seen: 1Spiders seen: 6,873 Times Heather freaked out when she thought a spider was on her: 1Times Heather freaked out when she thought a spider was on her but it was actually a grasshopper: 1Miles hiked: A lotHours spent fishing: 4Places </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/5336922408501373106/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=5336922408501373106&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/5336922408501373106'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/5336922408501373106'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/05/numbers-my-memorial-day-weekend-camping.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</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://bp3.blogger.com/_BMF1ki_fbR8/Rl2MBGNg4AI/AAAAAAAAADA/dYwVrEGNjQc/s72-c/hoods.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-8226674450329507133</id><published>2007-05-22T09:44:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-22T09:59:47.362-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Five second rule!I think everyone's heard that phrase yelled at least 34 times in their lifetime, if not more. Yet if you're unclear on that phrase's meaning, I'll define it. If you drop a piece of food on the floor, sometimes people will yell that at your to let you know how long you have to pick it up before it becomes entirely contaminated with floor dirt.I think what's funny is that the time </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/8226674450329507133/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=8226674450329507133&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/8226674450329507133'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/8226674450329507133'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/05/five-second-rule-i-think-everyones.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-4064570932545441788</id><published>2007-05-16T14:17:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-16T14:30:54.977-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FalwellJerry Falwell died. It's mean to be happy when someone dies because even if you don't like them at all and think they're ignorant, they still have family and friends who love them and care about them.So I'm not happy Jerry Falwell is dead, not by any means. I'd be a liar though if I did not admit that when I first saw the news, I smiled just a little bit. Not because he deserved to die, or</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/4064570932545441788/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=4064570932545441788&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/4064570932545441788'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/4064570932545441788'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/05/falwell-jerry-falwell-died.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-3134260384465980411</id><published>2007-05-08T15:40:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-05-08T15:42:55.773-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Uh Oh - a list.Obviously I've altered some of these just a bit.Three things that scare me1. Spiders2. Being very, very close to moving trains3. Being trapped in a public bathroom stall with those super loud flushing toiletsFour people who make me laugh1. Steve Martin2. My dad3. My wife, Amy4. My entire improv troupe (okay, that's probably cheating)Four things I love1. My family2. Yardwork3. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/3134260384465980411/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=3134260384465980411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/3134260384465980411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/3134260384465980411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/05/uh-oh-list.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-5081906113702174570</id><published>2007-04-30T15:48:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-30T16:15:02.431-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'> When it rains, it pours...and I'm allowed to travelHoly crap, work travel. Three trips in three weeks. First to Virginia Tech, then last week to New Jersey and New York for flood coverage - and now this week it's off to Beaumont, Texas, for a Hurricane Rita Summit.I guess the squeaky wheel gets sent out of the office. Nice. I didn't agree with traveling to Virginia Tech for work, but a heated </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/5081906113702174570/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=5081906113702174570&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/5081906113702174570'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/5081906113702174570'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/04/when-it-rains-it-pours.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</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://bp1.blogger.com/_BMF1ki_fbR8/RjZKZbEYcpI/AAAAAAAAACo/d1o_GStjhNs/s72-c/vt.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-2734070939130224641</id><published>2007-04-25T15:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-25T15:35:53.865-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>EarthLinkWhen I travel for work I always take a back-up emergency internet dial-up number in case I can't locate any wireless.Today when searching for some access numbers for New Jersey (where I will be on Thursday and Friday - I know, holy crap sudden work travel!), I couldn't find any. EarthLink's internet access number search feature was failing me. So I logged onto their LiveChat to get one </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/2734070939130224641/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=2734070939130224641&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/2734070939130224641'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/2734070939130224641'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/04/earthlink-when-i-travel-for-work-i.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-3428936974081642167</id><published>2007-04-23T09:57:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-23T10:20:13.614-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Update-I got back from Blacksburg, Va., and Virginia Tech late Thursday night. As you might expect, it was a pretty horrible thing to cover. I spoke with some fantastic people, though, all of whom are crucial parts of the spiritual counseling being given out to the students and the community. I'm in awe of how well they're handling the situation, I'm sure I'd be a mess. I have more to say on it, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/3428936974081642167/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=3428936974081642167&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/3428936974081642167'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/3428936974081642167'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/04/update-i-got-back-from-blacksburg-va.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-4495855954267952601</id><published>2007-04-18T22:38:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-18T22:43:04.430-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>VTI'm currently in Blacksburg, Va., covering the Virginia Tech shooting. It's a very different type of disaster for me to cover. I covered 9/11, but this is still very different.Lots of sad stuff, but a lot of hope as well. I've seen some of the families and that's extremely sad. But I've also seen how much support is pouring in from all over - and that's a nice sign of humanity after one person </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/4495855954267952601/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=4495855954267952601&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/4495855954267952601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/4495855954267952601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/04/vt-im-currently-in-blacksburg-va.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-3989936200493488218</id><published>2007-04-13T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-13T15:55:28.281-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>TornadoesSince I'll probably be spending much of my weekend covering severe weather, I was reminded of this Onion infographic from a while back that still makes me laugh really hard.The Onion's Tornado Safety TipsEnjoy!</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/3989936200493488218/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=3989936200493488218&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/3989936200493488218'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/3989936200493488218'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/04/tornadoes-since-ill-probably-be.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-5125969426193580836</id><published>2007-04-12T15:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-12T16:05:38.142-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Blah blah blahNo word yet from NPR, folks who are waiting to find out. They're probably not interested in me, and that's cool. I hope to at least chat with one of them soon to ask how I could make myself more marketable when applying to them in the future.I also haven't applied to any other jobs since then. I put all my eggs in that one basket, which isn't that bad. I still check the job posting </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/5125969426193580836/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=5125969426193580836&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/5125969426193580836'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/5125969426193580836'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/04/blah-blah-blah-no-word-yet-from-npr.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-642515320968050876</id><published>2007-04-02T09:15:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-04-02T10:12:30.673-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Weekend &amp; MoreNow that the weather's really starting to warm up a bit, I had a nice weekend. Friday night was spent being some of the first to see Will Ferrell's new movie "Blades of Glory." Very funny, and typical Will Ferrell. I enjoyed it quite a bit, and like the NY Times reviewer said, I'm also glad it didn't devolve into gay jokes. Instead, it just played on the awkward and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/642515320968050876/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=642515320968050876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/642515320968050876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/642515320968050876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/04/weekend-more-now-that-weathers-really.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-6076335516002435888</id><published>2007-03-28T22:24:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-28T22:32:33.663-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Why the privacy, yo?Hi, if you're reading this, then you have super secret amazing access to my now private blog. All whopping nine of you. My readership numbers are amazing. Although, I didn't create a blog way back in 2001 (at another URL which then became this one in 2003) to try and make it become some super popular thing for lots of strangers to read about me. I started it for fun, to help </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/6076335516002435888/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=6076335516002435888&amp;isPopup=true' title='7 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/6076335516002435888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/6076335516002435888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/03/why-privacy-yo-hi-if-youre-reading-this.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>7</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-3572006672973297373</id><published>2007-03-27T09:37:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-27T09:40:38.678-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PrivateAn update - I'm taking this blog private for a while, folks. If you'd still like to read it, feel free to send me an email and I'll invite you.Send an email to v3locih3ather AT gmail DOT comOnly instead of the two 3's up there, use a regular "e". And then obviously AT is @ and DOT is .  And no spaces either.I'm just trying to avoid spammers. Also, for those of you who know me and use my </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/3572006672973297373/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=3572006672973297373&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/3572006672973297373'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/3572006672973297373'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/03/private-update-im-taking-this-blog.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-7921491668734811161</id><published>2007-03-23T09:46:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-23T10:17:26.916-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Spring and misc.I got into the spring season mindset last night by planting some pansies for the front porch. I'm pretty good with houseplants, but this is my first real foray into outdoor flowering plants now that we have some space for them.Since it's still early spring and not many other "ready to plant and flower" plants were available yet, I got some seeds and will attempt to grow some </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/7921491668734811161/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=7921491668734811161&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/7921491668734811161'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/7921491668734811161'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/03/spring-and-misc.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</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://bp0.blogger.com/_BMF1ki_fbR8/RgPaVykkc5I/AAAAAAAAABE/PaRX2MqtX5Y/s72-c/flowers.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-6252069117751735646</id><published>2007-03-22T16:47:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-22T16:51:31.772-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Here is even more concrete proof that I'm a total nerd.On Tuesday after I got home from work I flipped on the TV and the movie "Volcano" was on. It's got Tommy Lee Jones and Anne Heche in it. It's about a volcano appearing in downtown LA and almost destroying the city.Anyway, Jones plays the head of the Los Angeles Office of Emergency Management, and Heche plays a seismologist. Toward the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/6252069117751735646/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=6252069117751735646&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/6252069117751735646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/6252069117751735646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/03/here-is-even-more-concrete-proof-that.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-2546721856357815270</id><published>2007-03-19T15:21:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T15:39:21.084-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The picks and some booksNormally I don't care much for college basketball - at least not until March Madness hits.  Most years I do some brackets just to see how low I can rank in ESPN's online contest.  I typically do much worse on the women's brackets, too.Sometimes I try to not overthink it and instead do something like a college friend's mom always does:  Pick the winners based on whose </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/2546721856357815270/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=2546721856357815270&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/2546721856357815270'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/2546721856357815270'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/03/picks-and-some-books-normally-i-dont.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-2160067432787462815</id><published>2007-03-19T14:23:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-19T14:32:06.755-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>300I saw the movie "300" this weekend and it was awesome. I think that will only be true to people who love Frank Miller and/or graphic novels/comic books and know what to expect from Miller. I keep reading these reviews (in Village Voice, also on Slate) of the movie and these lame-ass reviewers don't get it. It's based on a graphic novel, aka - a glorified comic book. The dialogue seems </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/2160067432787462815/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=2160067432787462815&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/2160067432787462815'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/2160067432787462815'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/03/300-i-saw-movie-300-this-weekend-and-it.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-8374144236703574572</id><published>2007-03-14T15:42:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-14T15:44:21.219-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>PhotosFlickr stopped being a jerk long enough to let me organize my Florida trip photos. Please click here to see them. The slideshow is a nice way to see them, except you don't get to read the captions. Whatevs.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/8374144236703574572/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=8374144236703574572&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/8374144236703574572'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/8374144236703574572'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/03/photos-flickr-stopped-being-jerk-long.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-1714966952113365044</id><published>2007-03-13T11:04:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2007-03-13T11:17:42.322-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Florida updateObviously I've been back from our Florida hurricane relief trip for more than a week now. I'm currently trying to upload all the photos from the trip, but Flickr is being a jerk at the moment. Once I get them up all and orderly, I'll post the link. In the meantime, please enjoy these few photos as a teaser. One is a jumbo giant gator.   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I have this pile of books in my house that are waiting for me to read them, but sometimes I just need motivation.  I thought having someone else helping me to read as much as possible this year would help.  And so the first week I was making headway on one book.Since then </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/3177407962187941140/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=3177407962187941140&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/3177407962187941140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/3177407962187941140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/03/books-so-not-too-long-after-turnover-to.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-2132575107453788902</id><published>2007-03-08T12:05:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-08T12:40:12.712-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>For those who know...I am fortunate to have some really great friends in my life. A few I talk to regularly, and then a few others I talk to maybe every few weeks or so.With any of them what I love is that even if we go for some extended period of time without chatting much, when we do talk again we can pick up again right where we left off. There's no awkward readjustment time. They also just </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/2132575107453788902/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=2132575107453788902&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/2132575107453788902'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/2132575107453788902'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/03/for-those-who-know.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</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://bp0.blogger.com/_BMF1ki_fbR8/RfBJ8DYS4LI/AAAAAAAAAAs/T-tq6g83a40/s72-c/babies.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-7870815800517658707</id><published>2007-03-07T12:30:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-03-07T12:45:39.089-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Shampoo JokesAmy likes to use Herbal Essence shampoo, and just recently they changed the style of their bottles.  Now they're all trendy and crap, or whatever the word is for "cool."  Plus, they now include a joke on each shampoo bottle, but the answer is only to be found on the corresponding shampoo style's conditioner bottle.  So if you mix and match shampoo and conditioner types like Amy does,</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/7870815800517658707/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=7870815800517658707&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/7870815800517658707'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/7870815800517658707'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/03/shampoo-jokes-amy-likes-to-use-herbal.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-2053897591946377919</id><published>2007-02-23T16:21:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-23T16:23:48.322-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Florida BoundIt's time for another hurricane relief work trip to Florida.  Me and six other friends and family members are headed down to South Florida to work on homes damaged in 2005 by Hurricane Wilma.  Yup, people are still recovering!Will post photos and a trip report when I return.In the meantime, please enjoy this odd video from YouTube.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/2053897591946377919/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=2053897591946377919&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/2053897591946377919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/2053897591946377919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/02/florida-bound-its-time-for-another.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-5032834749123525968</id><published>2007-02-05T12:03:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-05T12:11:49.478-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Cue the Twilight Zone musicI'm back from Florida. And that's odd. I left late Thursday during some stormy weather and experience the most turbulent flight I've ever been on before. The Southwest crew even warned us about it before we were on the plane, saying it was going to be "quite a bumpy ride."Seriously, I'm glad I don't get motion sickness. Then Friday morning I turned on the TV to see the </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/5032834749123525968/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=5032834749123525968&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/5032834749123525968'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/5032834749123525968'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/02/cue-twilight-zone-music-im-back-from.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-7131297896344875773</id><published>2007-02-01T10:57:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-02-01T11:05:11.078-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>FloridaI'm in sunny Florida right now for work. I'd post a picture of the Daytona Beach beach I was allowed to drive onto yesterday, but this new version of blogger is giving me a hard time. Stupid crap.Anyway, you can drive on the beach here, which just seems wrong to me.Also, other interesting things: I was right by the Daytona International Speedway, and even though I'm not a big NASCAR fan, </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/7131297896344875773/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=7131297896344875773&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/7131297896344875773'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/7131297896344875773'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/02/florida-im-in-sunny-florida-right-now.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-5660552223651237299</id><published>2007-01-30T09:27:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-30T09:37:59.117-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Note to SelfWhen enjoying the easy listening types of music on my radioblog while writing an article on my computer, maybe don't put the "Milkshake Song" right after a whole series of the grooving, quieter type music.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/5660552223651237299/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=5660552223651237299&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/5660552223651237299'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/5660552223651237299'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/01/note-to-self-when-enjoying-easy.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-5533075897940313619</id><published>2007-01-23T10:17:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-23T10:55:04.029-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>State of the Union TONIGHT!It's that time of year again, time for the State of the Union.  I was hoping to continue what we started last year with another State of the Union drinking game, but Amy is out of town!  I'm alone, and drinking games are obviously of little fun when no one else is around to make you lose.  I'm so bad at them I'd probably still lose against myself.So, unless I find </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/5533075897940313619/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=5533075897940313619&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/5533075897940313619'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/5533075897940313619'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/01/state-of-union-tonight-its-that-time-of.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-1147800175836832921</id><published>2007-01-16T15:01:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2007-01-16T15:15:22.708-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The DisappearedJust got back from a lovely weekend trip to Delaware and Philadelphia. I made a lovely photo album of it, so click here to go see that. If you do the slideshow, you don't get to see the captions.What else has been happening in my way too long absence from my blog? I guess not much. I've just been lazy. You ever get like that? You think of something that would be cool to write/blog </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/1147800175836832921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=1147800175836832921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/1147800175836832921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/1147800175836832921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2007/01/disappeared-just-got-back-from-lovely.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-1793467147639008088</id><published>2006-12-29T10:32:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-29T10:44:39.902-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The HolidaysI had a lovely Christmas, thank you for asking.  Amy and I were up at her family's in Minnesota.  We had a fun time with lots of relatives, a new nephew and family photos.  It was a busy time.I held a baby, which is difficult because I'm freaked out by holding babies.  I feel like I'm going to break them.  It's not like I'm throwing them around, but I don't know how to hold them and </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/1793467147639008088/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=1793467147639008088&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/1793467147639008088'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/1793467147639008088'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2006/12/holidays-i-had-lovely-christmas-thank.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-7425063963529127566</id><published>2006-12-20T14:39:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-20T14:42:43.715-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Merry freakin' ChristmasI found out about this song a few weeks ago or so and have since been spending time spreading it around like a virus. It's the world's worst version of "O Holy Night." And now it's time to share it with my blog readers. All six of you. You will cry, both from laughter and from just how bad it is.Click this link to go to The Sneeze, the web site where I found it. It is </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/7425063963529127566/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=7425063963529127566&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/7425063963529127566'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/7425063963529127566'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2006/12/merry-freakin-christmas-i-found-out.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-449945119467644915</id><published>2006-12-19T09:46:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-19T09:52:15.233-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>She's pretty neatLast night, while I was filled with rage due to Cincy's embarrassing play and big fat stupid loss to the Colts, my wife again reminded me of her awesomeness.There I was, flinging my Bengals hats around in disgust and Amy showed that she really does pay attention to me when I ramble on to her about random football trivia and facts and such.  She even asks questions and watches the</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/449945119467644915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=449945119467644915&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/449945119467644915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/449945119467644915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2006/12/shes-pretty-neat-last-night-while-i-was.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-116559022390638403</id><published>2006-12-08T09:51:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-12-08T10:03:43.960-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Victory...?The rats have not carried me away.  Instead, I think I may have defeated them.  After opening up the hood about two weeks ago and finding two chicken bones and a piece of corn on the cob wedged into the space next to the battery, I knew I had to get more serious.I purchased D-Con rat poison pellets and something more embarrassing.  Bobcat/Fox Urine Powder.  Mm hmm.  Nothing like buying</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/116559022390638403/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=116559022390638403&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/116559022390638403'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/116559022390638403'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2006/12/victory.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-116464945979440735</id><published>2006-11-27T12:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-27T12:44:19.833-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>What's that?My brother, who is a very nice brother, is a very big Cleveland Browns fan. This might seem odd since my dad and I are both Cincinnati Bengals fans. I asked Eric a while back why he liked the Browns instead of the Bengals, and he answered that it was because he wanted to be different, that he wanted to like a different team than the rest of the family.And so he chose the Browns. </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/116464945979440735/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=116464945979440735&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/116464945979440735'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/116464945979440735'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2006/11/whats-that-my-brother-who-is-very-nice.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-116405327611210104</id><published>2006-11-20T14:43:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-20T15:28:27.380-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Rat B@stardsThe "little rodent things that chew" are back in my engine with a vengeance this week.Yes, that's right, only a week after the first repair shop fix of the delicious-to-rodent wires, my "SERVICE ENGINE SOON" light popped back on yesterday.Back at the shop this morning, the mechanics tell me the same thing."Those guys are back!" the mechanic laughed over the phone."Oh god, you're </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/116405327611210104/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=116405327611210104&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/116405327611210104'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/116405327611210104'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2006/11/rat-bstards-little-rodent-things-that.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-116379606648907895</id><published>2006-11-17T15:37:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-17T15:41:06.523-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Saw this amazing book the other day at a used bookstore.  I didn't check the copyright date in it, but I'm assuming it's not from a recent decade.People were a little more blunt then, you know?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/116379606648907895/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=116379606648907895&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/116379606648907895'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/116379606648907895'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2006/11/saw-this-amazing-book-other-day-at.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-116352457917142673</id><published>2006-11-14T11:53:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-14T12:20:01.036-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>"You know, the one with stripes."The "service engine soon" light came on in my car on the way to work yesterday.  I was shocked for two reasons:#1- I never knew my car even had one of those lights. It's a '95, which I thought was before the time they made those lights. It's never come on in my car before, ever. Seriously.#2- It meant that something huge and horrible and major was wrong.That </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/116352457917142673/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=116352457917142673&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/116352457917142673'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/116352457917142673'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2006/11/you-know-one-with-stripes.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-116300444092890892</id><published>2006-11-08T11:38:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-08T11:47:20.963-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thank you, PennsylvaniaFor this:Casey beats SantorumI watched the returns last night (and still today) with a big smile on my face.  Let's hope the Democrats won't embarrass themselves with this new leadership they now have in Congress.  It's time to lead instead of flounder and whine.Also, just wanted to put this in print so I can point to it later on - I think NY's Spitzer will run for </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/116300444092890892/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=116300444092890892&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/116300444092890892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/116300444092890892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2006/11/thank-you-pennsylvania-for-this-casey.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-116284342211565692</id><published>2006-11-06T14:50:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-06T15:03:42.150-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Songs I'm digging right nowBoy, who thought Nelly Furtado's music stylings could change so much from one album to the next?  In any case, I'm loving two songs off her new album, "Say it right" and "Maneater."  I recommend them.Other digs currently playing on my Juke Blog:"Remind Me" by Royksopp, as featured in this silly Geico caveman commercial."Chasing Cars" by Snow Patrol.  Yeah it's emo, but </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/116284342211565692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=116284342211565692&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/116284342211565692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/116284342211565692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2006/11/songs-im-digging-right-now-boy-who.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-116256598541804489</id><published>2006-11-03T09:54:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-03T09:59:45.450-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HypocrisyOkay, it hasn't been proven 100% yet, but I still can't help loving news like this:Evangelist Steps Down Amid Gay Sex ClaimWhat goes around comes around, folks.  I love how the pastor calls the whole thing political.  Of course it's political, you ass, the guy brought it up because you've been one of the biggest outspoken haters of anything related to gay marriage!  You're spear-heading </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/116256598541804489/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=116256598541804489&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/116256598541804489'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/116256598541804489'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2006/11/hypocrisy-okay-it-hasnt-been-proven.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-116249877754772937</id><published>2006-11-02T15:14:00.000-05:00</published><updated>2006-11-02T15:19:37.576-05:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HalloweenWe got to do our first trick-or-treating experience this past Tuesday, and it was very cool.  It was fun to really feel a part of the neighborhood and see all the kids running around.  We saw some great costumes, but one took the prize for the best one that night because of just what the kid said.I saw this young gal walking up our sidewalk, maybe she was seven or eight years old.  </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/116249877754772937/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=116249877754772937&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/116249877754772937'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/116249877754772937'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2006/11/halloween-we-got-to-do-our-first-trick.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-116189573669681349</id><published>2006-10-26T16:26:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-26T16:50:36.540-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Where in the hell have you been?On the Gulf Coast....and in a state of laziness. Meh, it's fall and I feel my energy level dropping due to the decreasing daylight.What's that in the picture there? Why, it's a reason I hate Delta Airlines and why I hate Atlanta's airport. There are five airline tickets in that pic, folks. All for one day.When I flew to the Gulf Coast for work last week I had to </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/116189573669681349/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=116189573669681349&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/116189573669681349'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/116189573669681349'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2006/10/where-in-hell-have-you-been-on-gulf.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-116102708976644139</id><published>2006-10-16T15:22:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-16T15:31:29.800-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Alanis MorissetteSometimes I remember a song I once really loved and so I'll look it up, download it and play it to death once more. Last week it was the song "Unsent" by Alanis Morissette.  I love that song and hearing it again made me happy.  Until it got to the end and the song was ruined by Alanis trying to play the harmonica.I was mad because it made me remember how many songs of Alanis I've</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/116102708976644139/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=116102708976644139&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/116102708976644139'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/116102708976644139'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2006/10/alanis-morissette-sometimes-i-remember.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-116051085796317511</id><published>2006-10-10T15:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-10T16:07:38.016-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>The Ordained and the One True RingLadies and gentlemen, I give you my wife - now an ordained minister!  Woo!  There she is in her robed glory with her dad.The ordination service was Sunday up in Boston and it was beautiful. I cried through almost the whole thing. She's worked extremely hard for this day and all were happy to be there for this big step. Nothing like having a "the" and "Rev." </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/116051085796317511/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=116051085796317511&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/116051085796317511'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/116051085796317511'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2006/10/ordained-and-one-true-ring-ladies-and.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-115998121584353258</id><published>2006-10-04T12:54:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-10-04T13:00:15.890-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>HaircutsIt's always fun to have this style of conversation on the day after you get a haircut.Coworker:  Hey, did you get a haircut? Me:  Yes I did.Coworker:  Huh.  *walks away*Look, folks, if you think my haircut/hairstyle sucks, just don't even comment on it.  I understand the whole "If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all" phrase - but don't even start the conversation if </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/115998121584353258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=115998121584353258&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/115998121584353258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/115998121584353258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2006/10/haircuts-its-always-fun-to-have-this.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-115939096940563969</id><published>2006-09-29T10:53:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-29T11:13:29.026-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Stupid stupid stupidThere's so much crap going on in the world right now (recent detainee rights bill, watching a house down the street from us burn up two nights ago, etc....) that I need to laugh at something frivolous. Please humor me.If any of you see Fergie from the Black Eyed Peas - could you please punch her for me?Seriously, that "London Bridge" song has to be one of the stupidest songs </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/115939096940563969/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=115939096940563969&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/115939096940563969'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/115939096940563969'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2006/09/stupid-stupid-stupid-theres-so-much.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-115886252339415678</id><published>2006-09-21T14:02:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T14:20:31.280-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Week of Awesomeness updateWell, I'm working 2 for 2 here now. The Red Sox won a good game vs. the Orioles last Thursday, and then the Bengals trounced the Browns on Sunday. Both games were a blast - especially Sunday's.Major thanks to my brother for the awesome belated birthday gift. As a Browns fan, he had to sit through endless taunting (at least it was mostly friendly) from Bengals fans. You </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/115886252339415678/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=115886252339415678&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/115886252339415678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/115886252339415678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2006/09/week-of-awesomeness-update-well-im.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-115884791578188520</id><published>2006-09-21T10:09:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-21T10:15:10.990-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>BandwagonOkay, jumping on this trend of doing the Johari Window:http://kevan.org/johari?view=VelociHeatherGo there to learn what the heck it is, read the directions and then pick out what you think of me. Feel free to remain anonymous if you like. You can link to your own in the comments if you'd like me to comment on your own.I think it's interesting to compare what you think of yourself with </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/115884791578188520/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=115884791578188520&amp;isPopup=true' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/115884791578188520'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/115884791578188520'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2006/09/bandwagon-okay-jumping-on-this-trend.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-115826161204809476</id><published>2006-09-14T14:51:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T15:20:12.156-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Thus starts a weekend of awesomeness...Tonight marks the beginning of my weekend of sporting events - and actually a week of sporting events.  If it doesn't keep raining, I'll be at Camden Yards tonight watching the Red Sox play the Orioles.  Then I fly back home to Ohio tomorrow, where on Sunday I'll be watching the Bengals vs. Browns in Cincy.  And then next Friday it's another Orioles' </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/115826161204809476/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=115826161204809476&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/115826161204809476'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/115826161204809476'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2006/09/thus-starts-weekend-of-awesomeness.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-115816498336902393</id><published>2006-09-13T12:19:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-13T12:29:43.443-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>Fill in the blank: Yankees _ _ _ _!My hair is always in a state of disarray in the morning.  My bedhead is glorious, but not glorious enough to share it with those people I see on my morning walks.  So I always put on a hat - and 99% of the time it's my Red Sox hat.  This hadn't garnered me any reaction (it rarely does) until last week.Walking past a bus stop I noticed a guy I normally see out </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/115816498336902393/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=115816498336902393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/115816498336902393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/115816498336902393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2006/09/fill-in-blank-yankees-my-hair-is.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5190976.post-115755969157888917</id><published>2006-09-06T12:20:00.000-04:00</published><updated>2006-09-06T12:23:07.420-04:00</updated><title type='text'></title><summary type='text'>That about covers it...This "Onion" article is sad, funny and just dead on:Click here for NYC Unveils 9/11 Memorial Hole</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/feeds/115755969157888917/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5190976&amp;postID=115755969157888917&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/115755969157888917'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5190976/posts/default/115755969157888917'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://notserious.blogspot.com/2006/09/that-about-covers-it.html' title=''/><author><name>H</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05598044702438222121</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
