<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" version="2.0"><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409948915208120030</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Wed, 25 Sep 2024 03:35:17 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>funny</category><category>humor</category><category>spoonful of shut up</category><category>sex</category><category>dislike</category><category>walmart</category><category>dislikes</category><category>new york</category><category>Myspace</category><category>global warming</category><category>holidays</category><category>myspace girls</category><category>myspace sluts</category><category>sex story</category><category>statue of liberty</category><category>stupid</category><category>aids</category><category>camping</category><category>constitutional party</category><category>dream</category><category>karate</category><category>laughing</category><category>news</category><category>patrick&#39;s point</category><category>penis</category><category>political blog</category><category>politics</category><category>tea bag</category><category>tea party</category><category>vacation</category><category>whiskey</category><title>A Spoonful of Shut Up</title><description>Spoonful of Shut Up reeks of social observation, witty humor and many unnecessary lists of confessions and dislikes. Stupidity, idiocy, ignorance, abstinence... it&#39;s all a Spoonful of Shut Up. Go ahead, drink it down smooth.</description><link>http://alwaysneverthere.blogspot.com/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (The Josh)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>107</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409948915208120030.post-7220407755256403952</guid><pubDate>Thu, 16 Dec 2010 02:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-12-15T18:13:09.709-08:00</atom:updated><title>Link</title><atom:summary type="text">Lawn maintenance</atom:summary><link>http://alwaysneverthere.blogspot.com/2010/12/link.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Josh)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409948915208120030.post-3365247146416621824</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 May 2010 15:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-05-05T23:36:10.529-07:00</atom:updated><title>Pay Me in Chicken Wings?</title><atom:summary type="text">Hello, friends. It&#39;s day 21 in the city of LA-la land. I know you&#39;re probably excited for me. Maybe a bit jealous, too. You thought you saw me on this TV show or that crazy funny movie? No, no, no. Or maybe you thought I wrote the movie? Again, no, it&#39;s not me in any of those situations. I mean, I&#39;ve been offered a few non-paying internships. And that&#39;s awesome. Nothing like getting &quot;paid in </atom:summary><link>http://alwaysneverthere.blogspot.com/2010/05/pay-me-in-chicken-wings.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Josh)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409948915208120030.post-583901989124446309</guid><pubDate>Wed, 02 Sep 2009 05:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-02T08:51:35.271-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">camping</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">patrick&#39;s point</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spoonful of shut up</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">vacation</category><title>Memories of Camping</title><atom:summary type="text">This is a little excerpt from something I&#39;ve been working on.But the thought of one-hundred foot flames licking the hillside, endangering those who live there is still a scary thought. It was windy and hot and dry. It was a beautiful day to be fire. Throughout the rest of the day it was more of the same: flashy lights, wailing sirens, smoke columns. Rinse and repeat. One column turned to two, </atom:summary><link>http://alwaysneverthere.blogspot.com/2009/09/memories-of-camping.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Josh)</author><thr:total>7</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409948915208120030.post-2636504163165084138</guid><pubDate>Wed, 15 Apr 2009 03:06:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-14T20:17:55.820-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">constitutional party</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">political blog</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">politics</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tea bag</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">tea party</category><title>Not a political blog, but...</title><atom:summary type="text">As you well know, this is not a political blog. However, the following video is a verifiable joke. Sure, the message they intended to pass along wasn&#39;t a joke. But the logic surely is. Whether Democrat or Republican, Christian or Atheist, you should all have a watch.Just listen for the following:The guy sitting down wearing the glasses, pretty much choking on whatever Constitutional Party </atom:summary><link>http://alwaysneverthere.blogspot.com/2009/04/not-political-blog-but.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Josh)</author><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409948915208120030.post-197153270747589592</guid><pubDate>Fri, 27 Mar 2009 08:34:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-04-13T22:31:00.967-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">whiskey</category><title>It&#39;s been a while...</title><atom:summary type="text">Seriously. It&#39;s been darn near three months since my last post. WTF? I&#39;m not really sure why, but many of you are still reading this, and some of you are still leaving comments. And that&#39;s awesome! So, thank you. I don&#39;t see any form of logic, but I also have twice as many RSS subscribers and more than double followers of my blog than I did Jan. 21, my last post. So I guess I owe you a pretty </atom:summary><link>http://alwaysneverthere.blogspot.com/2009/03/its-been-while.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Josh)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409948915208120030.post-341991867043422840</guid><pubDate>Tue, 20 Jan 2009 05:58:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-21T17:43:45.627-08:00</atom:updated><title>My Grandma</title><atom:summary type="text">I love my grandma. Who doesn&#39;t, right? But grandma can be a bit of a bully sometimes. It&#39;s like she does things sometimes just to see how much of a rile she can get out of somebody. I&#39;d say it annoys me, but I do the same thing. I just now know where I get it. But grandma&#39;s hit a rough streak lately. New Year&#39;s Day, she comes over for dinner with the rest of my family. Meekly, she lets out that </atom:summary><link>http://alwaysneverthere.blogspot.com/2009/01/my-grandma.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Josh)</author><thr:total>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409948915208120030.post-3747399107589759639</guid><pubDate>Mon, 12 Jan 2009 06:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-11T22:56:53.710-08:00</atom:updated><title>Fat chance, wise guy</title><atom:summary type="text">I got the following diddy from CNN.com. I don&#39;t know for sure, but I&#39;m guessing my degree in English doooooesn&#39;t weigh in very heavily. Check it out. I only read the first five paragraphs. Then I beat myself up for not applying. English degrees are totally useful. I can decipher hidden codes in foreign and historical documents. I could do all types of fantastic things, but maybe I was meant to </atom:summary><link>http://alwaysneverthere.blogspot.com/2009/01/fat-chance-wise-guy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Josh)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409948915208120030.post-8090908226204293002</guid><pubDate>Fri, 09 Jan 2009 07:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-09T19:31:22.618-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">karate</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spoonful of shut up</category><title>I&#39;ll karate chop your face hole</title><atom:summary type="text">It&#39;s Friday, and like most working-class Americans, I&#39;ve had a long week. It wasn&#39;t bad or terribly difficult, but I get to hear a lot of complaints, and that will drip-drop-drain a man - not to mention working roughly 16-hour days. But I compensated by drinking a lot of coffee (my whiskey substitute). Now I&#39;m Jazzy McHyperpants. I just just keep running around the office. I have the tune of &quot;</atom:summary><link>http://alwaysneverthere.blogspot.com/2009/01/ill-karate-chop-your-face-hole.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Josh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GhYFI7x7m0/SWffvFD99fI/AAAAAAAAAbE/omoyqUDXtiM/s72-c/Beverly-Hills-Ninja-ps02.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409948915208120030.post-3875543721276385671</guid><pubDate>Wed, 31 Dec 2008 07:41:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-01-02T17:59:56.299-08:00</atom:updated><title>Exactly like that, only different</title><atom:summary type="text">Our society is governed by a means of associations, of comparisons. When you think about it, nearly every aspect of our life owes some significance to this thought. When friends compare different models of computers, they&#39;re exactly the same, only a little different. During a fight, a husband says to his wife she is exactly like her mother, only little different. 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I am sure genotype construction, types of food, levels of stress, when the food was eaten and other factors are sure to have some measurable effect. But for me, if I eat citrusy foods within half hour of laying down, I get some wild-ass dreams. Like the other night... I walked out of my apartment and stepped onto the streets</atom:summary><link>http://alwaysneverthere.blogspot.com/2008/12/tangerine-dreams.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Josh)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409948915208120030.post-3788389958703978373</guid><pubDate>Mon, 15 Dec 2008 21:53:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-17T16:13:34.247-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">holidays</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spoonful of shut up</category><title>Why couldn&#39;t it be me?</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;m sitting here, at my desk, in the sub-zero space known to be the office. At the risk of sounding like a bitch-fest, it has so far been one of those days. I walk in to a nagging, yelling, angry boss telling me I was wrong. I was wrong for other people screwing up and I was wrong for not predicting other people would screw up and I was wrong for not correcting the screw ups. Even though I </atom:summary><link>http://alwaysneverthere.blogspot.com/2008/12/why-couldnt-it-be-me.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Josh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GhYFI7x7m0/SUhanYq1_jI/AAAAAAAAAZE/2hXf8WWN4E0/s72-c/IceCave.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409948915208120030.post-8591930878728556326</guid><pubDate>Tue, 09 Dec 2008 07:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T00:22:18.612-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spoonful of shut up</category><title>Is this burning an eternal flame?</title><atom:summary type="text">Just to clarify, the title has nothing to do with this post. I just heard it on the soft rock station, and I think I&#39;d publically like to add that song to my Confessions posts. And to spare you any surprise or confusion, this post is a little random. 1. I was introduced to the term &quot;Hater Vision&quot; about a year ago. I reside in a city with less than 100,000 people in Northern California. I had </atom:summary><link>http://alwaysneverthere.blogspot.com/2008/12/is-this-burning-eternal-flame.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Josh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GhYFI7x7m0/ST4eTpuAEkI/AAAAAAAAAYM/SdPP__AJcKU/s72-c/hater1.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>8</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409948915208120030.post-2493921056873996926</guid><pubDate>Wed, 03 Dec 2008 20:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-03T16:48:30.433-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">aids</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spoonful of shut up</category><title>Karma a la extreme</title><atom:summary type="text">Don&#39;t you feel that it&#39;s much easier to only see the negative side of karma? You know, when something bad happens you think, &quot;Hmm, I shouldn&#39;t have cheated on that test. I guess karma got me again.&quot; I seem to say that a lot more than, &quot;Gee whiz, I&#39;m sure glad I donated all my free time and what little excess money I have to the homeless shelter, and because of my good deeds I&#39;ve been rewarded </atom:summary><link>http://alwaysneverthere.blogspot.com/2008/12/karma-la-extreme.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Josh)</author><thr:total>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409948915208120030.post-1810857882319721983</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Nov 2008 22:46:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-12-09T00:10:08.060-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spoonful of shut up</category><title>Them b*tches are crazy</title><atom:summary type="text">Pigeons annoy the crap out of me. You&#39;ll just be sitting on a park bench, trying to enjoy a nice turkey sandwich and before you know it you&#39;re swarmed by them. They look at you, side-eyed, and mock you. They scream Hoorlooorloorl - which is the sound a pigeon makes. And with each step they bob their heads. Which leads me to believe that pigeons are byproducts of South American drug shacks from </atom:summary><link>http://alwaysneverthere.blogspot.com/2008/11/them-btches-are-crazy.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Josh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GhYFI7x7m0/STB_2krnKNI/AAAAAAAAAU0/DofWN5Nc5pM/s72-c/pigeon.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409948915208120030.post-7289125482094832461</guid><pubDate>Wed, 26 Nov 2008 15:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-28T15:48:42.985-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spoonful of shut up</category><title>The cursed case of the wicked wonders of why we do what we do</title><atom:summary type="text">Lately I&#39;ve been a little bummed. I met a girl I ended up liking, and something went wrong and now we don&#39;t talk. The not-talking isn&#39;t what bugs me, it&#39;s why we&#39;re not talking. The reason: There is no reason. Very awkward thing. But anyhow, this is a recounting of last weekend&#39;s trip that made me realize I&#39;m totally not ready to grow up. What is it about sporadic ideas that make them sound so </atom:summary><link>http://alwaysneverthere.blogspot.com/2008/11/cursed-case-of-wicked-wonders-of-why-we.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Josh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_4GhYFI7x7m0/SS1wuvbnZII/AAAAAAAAASs/FFplwnZ6ip4/s72-c/IMG_0780.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409948915208120030.post-1742894954583628472</guid><pubDate>Tue, 18 Nov 2008 19:26:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-28T15:48:42.991-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">news</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spoonful of shut up</category><title>Today in the news:</title><atom:summary type="text">There is a lot of stupidity out there. I mean a lot. So, to bring a sense of normalcy to my daily screw-ups, I&#39;m making fun of others. This will be a new little bit called, just like the title suggests, &quot;Today in the news:&quot;1. Man nabbed after hitting girlfriend with sandwich    PORT ST. LUCIE, Fla. – A man faces a domestic battery charge after allegedly hitting his girlfriend with a sandwich as </atom:summary><link>http://alwaysneverthere.blogspot.com/2008/11/today-in-news.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Josh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GhYFI7x7m0/SSNc3wf_UVI/AAAAAAAAASc/lU03YfYWCyc/s72-c/couple.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409948915208120030.post-3111702729094841321</guid><pubDate>Mon, 10 Nov 2008 08:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-28T15:48:42.996-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dislike</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">holidays</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spoonful of shut up</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">walmart</category><title>My affinity for cheese and disdain for early holiday propagandizing</title><atom:summary type="text">There&#39;s just no simple way around it. I love cheese. And it&#39;s not something I see changing any time soon. And it is a very curious thing when people don&#39;t like cheese. Yeah, I didn&#39;t think it could happen either. But they&#39;re out there, watching you, judging you with that queso contempt. Is it a jealousy thing? Like, &quot;O, I wish I liked cheese.&quot; And I remain perplexed. I like all kinds of cheese. </atom:summary><link>http://alwaysneverthere.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-affinity-for-cheese-and-disdain-for.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Josh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GhYFI7x7m0/SRftqauXjZI/AAAAAAAAAR8/hsg4kUO2YOk/s72-c/chocolate_fountain1.jpeg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409948915208120030.post-6102432719750014511</guid><pubDate>Wed, 05 Nov 2008 16:20:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-28T15:48:43.004-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spoonful of shut up</category><title>Plot-generated Story #1</title><atom:summary type="text">I don&#39;t know how many of you have heard, but there are web-based tools that algorithmically generate plot scenarios. It is a little boost for an idea when you can&#39;t seem to create something on your own. And no, it&#39;s not cheating. After all, you are just given a few details and you go from there. I have decided to come up with a short story each week - in addition to my decreasingly-regular rants </atom:summary><link>http://alwaysneverthere.blogspot.com/2008/11/plot-generated-story-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Josh)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409948915208120030.post-1227005797957568576</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Oct 2008 05:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2009-09-08T19:26:23.687-07:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spoonful of shut up</category><title>I suck at life</title><atom:summary type="text">Life is a game. And as the title suggests, I suck big ol&#39; donkey schlong. I may occasionally do things that are good, but I don&#39;t necessarily do them for the right reasons. Here&#39;s why: I recycle. And yes, I&#39;ve heard it is good for the environment. It saves on landfill and saves resources and yadda yadda yadda. And I&#39;m okay with that. In fact, I like that. But when it comes down to it, at the end </atom:summary><link>http://alwaysneverthere.blogspot.com/2008/10/i-suck-at-life.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Josh)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409948915208120030.post-8030307409719003383</guid><pubDate>Sat, 18 Oct 2008 20:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-28T15:48:43.015-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spoonful of shut up</category><title>Whatever happened to...</title><atom:summary type="text">I&#39;m sitting in the office of a public building. Downstairs, where I am, is an art gallery. Upstairs is a performing room where ballet and ballroom dancing classes, poetry recitals, yoga and many other classes are held. Right now, though, there is a hand drum class. And it echoes. I don&#39;t even have to go up there to tell you that there is one talented person and another who is not so talented. I&#39;m</atom:summary><link>http://alwaysneverthere.blogspot.com/2008/10/whatever-happened-to.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Josh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GhYFI7x7m0/SPpQtx9uSmI/AAAAAAAAARE/rqa2w2tLz18/s72-c/trapper_4478.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>5</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409948915208120030.post-1512868344284943044</guid><pubDate>Sat, 04 Oct 2008 22:21:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-28T15:48:43.021-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dislike</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">dislikes</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spoonful of shut up</category><title>A List of My Dislikes: 5</title><atom:summary type="text">1. Walnuts in my baked goods. Seriously. Walnuts are acceptable in three forms only. Eating them raw. Eating them toasted. Eating them on a salad with a balsamic vinaigrette and dried cranberries. That&#39;s it. NEVER in cookies. And NEVER in brownies. I&#39;ve had enough of this unholiness. Not only do they taste terrible, there is a mindset... a stereotypical attitude of the people that make them. When</atom:summary><link>http://alwaysneverthere.blogspot.com/2008/10/list-of-my-dislikes-5_04.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Josh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GhYFI7x7m0/SOscIxul5DI/AAAAAAAAAQ0/YT7l7GRFI2s/s72-c/brownies.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409948915208120030.post-3815307127658003044</guid><pubDate>Mon, 29 Sep 2008 05:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-28T15:48:43.027-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spoonful of shut up</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">walmart</category><title>Walmart: The Wedding Warehouse Wonderworld</title><atom:summary type="text">I feel robbed. My bank, WaMu was bought and resold last week, all without my knowing. There was all this talk about people&#39;s money being insured up to $100,000. I have two problems with this. First, I don&#39;t even have $1,000 in my account, let alone 100 times that. Second, If you have more than $100,000 sitting in a bank account somewhere, chances are you are wise enough to move your money into </atom:summary><link>http://alwaysneverthere.blogspot.com/2008/09/walmart-wedding-warehouse.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Josh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_4GhYFI7x7m0/SOBxRsRBgUI/AAAAAAAAAQc/T1hzOcS7aXk/s72-c/walmart-evil.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>6</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409948915208120030.post-8437852042698048512</guid><pubDate>Thu, 04 Sep 2008 05:32:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-28T15:48:43.033-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spoonful of shut up</category><title>Warning signs you will be a social outcast</title><atom:summary type="text">Different isn&#39;t bad. In fact, I think different is exciting. It throws a curve ball into the hum-drum, monotonous rituals we call our lives. But we are programmed to stop and question difference, because there is so much we expect to be the same. That&#39;s why we pick and choose what we remember. In the hustle and bustle of everyday life we, as humans, can&#39;t possibly remember every little detail. So</atom:summary><link>http://alwaysneverthere.blogspot.com/2008/09/warning-signs-you-will-be-social.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Josh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_4GhYFI7x7m0/SL97tGtaEnI/AAAAAAAAAP8/92EwOY-nPDw/s72-c/run+man.bmp" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>4</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409948915208120030.post-4900701086104500521</guid><pubDate>Thu, 28 Aug 2008 04:57:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-28T15:48:43.038-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">sex</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spoonful of shut up</category><title>Confessions: Movies</title><atom:summary type="text">In the good spirit of continuing the Spoonful of Secrets series, this entry is dedicated to the movies I wouldn&#39;t tell my friends I enjoy watching. And don&#39;t worry, none of my true friends care enough to even read this blog. So I guess I&#39;m safe. So let&#39;s get this ball rollin, shall we?Number 1. When Harry Met Sally. As far as I&#39;m concerned, this is Billy Crystal&#39;s defining role. &quot;Had my dream </atom:summary><link>http://alwaysneverthere.blogspot.com/2008/08/confessions-movies.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (The Josh)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_4GhYFI7x7m0/SLYyZ1FD5FI/AAAAAAAAAPM/ABcshWEgiZs/s72-c/whms.jpg" height="72" width="72"/><thr:total>10</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8409948915208120030.post-7098502016406698942</guid><pubDate>Tue, 26 Aug 2008 03:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-28T15:48:43.044-08:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">funny</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">humor</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">spoonful of shut up</category><title>Confessions: Music</title><atom:summary type="text">First off I&#39;d like to survey the topic of music. 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